Blunt Poems - Poems about Blunt

Soft light and warm a touch welcomes home bed red and hot heat rushes up fire pulse and ache welcomes us again like waterfall empty and full soaked until I know no more something calls me here drinking sweet red and full of fear drunk on pulse and desire thoughts began to dewire...

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I tried to smoke away the pain, Rolled it into a blunt and lit it. I breathe it all in to feel something, I blow out to release the suffering. Too anxious for my own good, I pop a pill every now and then. The pills stop me from overthinking, They give me a moment of peace. I wish I could turn my...

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winter’s calling wind blown messages least most falls torn tween autumn fall winter’s lull at last approximate two half months left to receive cold and influx of snow winter’s alarming burst of temperatures below thirty degrees and under distance sun noon day yet it still be cold 1/30/24 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024© ...

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I've been working on it. If I were a nib or stylus I'd be worn away. Sometimes there's too much space to fill with words, sometimes there's not enough. I'm digging my way out of A Marriam-Webster dictionary. I hope when I surface I'll be empty-handed but a lot sharper....

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Blunt brain such stale dogma holds Tighter than crags hug dewy molds; She spurns sparks Reason confers, And terms sanest wit profitless fuss. Sweetest rank her outmoded views, Above strictest sense and full clues; Cherished most within inured cloud Are her trite thought frail and proud. Proffer sure-shining cachings of gold For faintest morsel of heresies retold, And...

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Blunt and sharp, are two types of humour. Sharp humour striking as an acute knife. If after show you will find body of a viewer, It's means, your humour, no doubt, pretty fine!...

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He keeps trying his barrage of raging vitriol, but it's a blunt knife on his target's alligator skin A predictable high school bully with the same ol' lines of attack. His target always sees them coming... and the invectives inflict no pain! The bully sharpens the blade with each try, then slashes and stabs in rapid succession... but the knife never breaks his victim's...

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Yo partner let me get a blunt Smoking on something strong We ain't pulling no stunt One puff and you cough something must be wrong Grabba that down really nice So when you draw you eye be bloody Like it really depend on you life A tell you this joint will take away you stress...

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Wind cuts to my feelings of indifference for my impaired emotionless state air freezing my facial expression glad of the change in environment but can not seem to express it living on my own like a hermit any difference in my normal is like water to a dying plant Eager to spread roots and limbs and to bask in the warm sun...

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This day Words stray Harsh way Crisp choice Stern poise Deep voice Feel hurts Dust dirt New skirt Leap our Clear shout Firm pout Kind tears False fear Clout clears Leon Enriquez 26 September 2018 Singapore...

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BLUNT CONSCIOUSNESS Fast asleep Blunt consciousness “What the hell was that?” The colorful lady passed out face down framed her wire cut The wall with laceration a larceny to my sleep The dead of night this cold Spring my husband in Spain I prop up the painting that stares at me the rest of the night as the sun clicks its nails upon the ghostly night Daylight always...

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Corners blunt and blue a hardened mold to meet carry baggage seldom seen a soap box on the street Borden's white dare to fade a peddler pulled the page farmers daughter drawing near soon to become of age Streets still hold her beat in calls that thrill the ear reached echos and passing feet smoke has disappeared Decades do loom and roam here tomorrow is standing still memories that...

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Want To Be Blunt Horn Haiku I want to be blunt; No Easter Egg roll and hunt; Hard times at White House. Jim Horn...

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Tears were absent when I found out It's a lie is all I could shout ...

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driven by a painful stain i say yes to 1/2 empty Bukowski tankards full of dusty nothings meanwhile sitting in shallow quicksand @ 96 sweaty degrees in this emerging limbo of rent-per-hour eye blinks flicking rusty milagros erecting indifferent sentinels to guard against a past-due event of forgettable magnitude breathing as if here but not...

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