Blooded Poems - Poems about Blooded

Society sure has a lot to say on how middle-aged women should behave. Who dares to sanction that fire still alive inside? In this her fiftieth year, she curses her sex-drive. For she has prayed for years for someone to love, Imposed voluntary abstinence to honour the Man above. Perhaps, she shall marry at sixty-five Until then, the fight continues...

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Do this, do that Do just what we say Work here, work there All the livelong day Stand up, stand down Rest your weary head Turn left, turn right Work until you're dead ...

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Forgive me, my precious, upon love’s divine What curse befell us, nights’ hours came alive, They pushed me to shadows, tears burned my eyes, If only your careless goodbye was a lie The floorboards, a-creaking, are now crying red, As if they too were forced shut, I dare say they pled, Feel a smile creep in; although I know...

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Forgive me for feeling the need to say I am neither a Communist nor a Nazi, I’m a red-blooded American who served My country in the U. S. Air Force, and, I have always stood up for what’s right, And, when bullied, I am up for the fight. Divisiveness here is getting out of hand, And probity is not at all being...

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Smack down heat gives pavement a warm buzz of groggy For a puppy who joyfully licks a lemon popsicle held like a wand By a caring boy with a warm buzz of rebel. Composed July 27, 2020...

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You cut my heart out A surgical procedure ~ Never recovered...

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I’ve walked along a lot of mean streets I’ve seen a white man flogged Swam out of ship, ten miles out to sea With every stroke life passing before me Machine gun inside a violin case Triple homicide with nothing but a straight face Wore the noose and took the last breath Heart kept beating nineteen minutes past death Nothing to hide and...

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Red-blooded moon We drink its honey It’s out of boon The nightmare’s coming. We cannot sail The gardens faded Poets will fail And love is jaded. The blind chance leads in the nowhere The cold changes suns And all is over. I took a whip Oh, poet’s honey! The muses weep And it is funny. They say find peace And don’t be angry They’re on their knees And they are hungry. Friends left me soon, Because...

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I‘ll confess to a cold blooded murder I’ve gone down that deep dark path But I simply had no other alternative With an intruder lurking in my bath I had shouted out to my husband But that action was no darn use He’d popped out to the local shop To get us much needed cow juice The trespasser was so evil looking With eight...

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O wintery flake, you’ve not kept me warm. Your passion promised to never alarm. Outside, I’m not sold. My briefs rather cold. In my frozen breast, swaths of ice free-form. 1/30/2018...

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Cold blooded diabetes Try to stop her If you can because Insulin shots are not fun But they must be given When you're dealing with Cold blooded diabetes Will ravage your body it can cause gangrene And limb amputation So take good care of yourself When you deal with Cold blooded diabetes After you're diagnosed Doctors will say Exercise, manage your diet And please lose some weight Just because you...

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Climate of the heart, disapproving to the greens Over its dead body is kindness a deal Living with the mind covered in dark blanket Dangerous and terrible is its close interactions. Body full of energy but entirely bloodless Loaded with the carcasses of passion and love On self alone is its temperature warm and welcoming, as it Opposes the existence of opulent...

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Hissing from the throne Of an empty ice castle Cold blooded serpent Who did a number on you('d) Send chills down the Reaper's spine...

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Brighter than a fall bonfire but with the chill of ice, the winter sun haloes a gray and barren woodland; throbbing, almost hesitant, with a florescent pulse, brazen in its unrelenting descent, it clings to the horizon. How it hurt my eyes. Thin skinned, the lids tinge orange, the white of sol’s merging. Trunks, boughs, branches, twigs, welt the dusk,...

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COLD BLOODED Summer grows old cold-blooded tree’s scant leafless twigs bend and break creek and whither Anaemic the suns pathetic rise and fall so soon the rainplunge of icedew sickens to greysludge gloom Winter takes hold cold-blooded labouring storms iceflesh to bone sallow and shrunken we faceforce doom © Kim van Breda—29 September 2015...

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