Bloodthirsty Poems - Poems about Bloodthirsty

...I know their fears. I know their cravings. I know their reflexes. I know their thoughts. They know that I know who they are. I am exactly like them, but with a dose of Pan-African melanin. I’ve......

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...They captured and tortured my humanity. They believed slavery and colonization would slaughter my Africanness. Their heirs now ask me to sing praises of assimilation and integration, To become yet......

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...Humble home, or palace known? Scenes Pass.. somewhere is the tick of clocks; or beat of Metronome? The rhythm of possibility’s a Crashing of waves. Some false? much information! we journey throug......

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...Bloodthirsty, flesh-hungry. I was schooled into turning off my heart. Anything for the title, for the power. Power. Power: an intangible weapon- a considerable price. There are still ......

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...Underneath the blue-black twilight of an impending, grim, nightmarish sky, I hear the ping of deathly bells ringing, signaling that my end is nigh. Buzzards circle above, swooping down, playin......

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... O n c e upon a medieval arc, when the coral night was engrossed in fuchsia epitaphs of fireflies, your fingers, embalmed in the fangs of february moon, shredded the love ~ ......

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...I long to lift my homeland high, To lie upon its earth and sigh. A poet never truly dies, Their heart remains where love resides. With my people, I've shared their glee, Their struggles, too, ......

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... Written: December 31, 2024, Contest: Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann _________________________ Welcome into the world, with grazing blue eyes and sap......

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...In the jungle's heart, where shadows and spirits blend, A silent hunter, a forest's friend. Stripes of amber, black and gold, The tale of power, courage and bold. Its eyes burn bright, flaming ......

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...The wounded, intrepid stork remains defiant, withstanding the ceaseless rage. An unwavering, relentless bliss adorns it. It enfolds a blooming dawn in its fascinating heart. A ......

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...Aye, aye! Said the Captain, who spoke on his date, He spoke on his date to his very first mate, His very first mate, the lady Miss Tate, The very first lady to say he was great! Yes, yes, m......

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...For every IOF soldier so many dead babies cries that never will never be heard bloodthirsty lions sing and dance while bull dozing indigenous graves their bullets are vibrators exciting them t......

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..." Tortured metaphors spilling from tequila lips, t i p t o e on my pulse ~ breaking in an arced smile of the......

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... October Rain Is it simply a case of precipitation, moist warm air condensation or are they God’s tears showering us with love, as rain washes away our sorrows, in the hope of bright......

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... Yesterday, sociable sun embellished, desires of my poetic garden heart. Spreading sweet scents of serenity, elegantly and enchantly, echoing, vivid visions from my vibrant vocabulary, but, s......

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