Brawls Poems - Poems about Brawls

...The Black Box They came to the house for the wrong reason. In the end… They didn’t care, any address would do, as long as the reports were made, and the numbers taken down before the b......

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... I’m racing round the NASCAR scene, With bugs and grit upon my gleam. The rubber flies, the dust goes wild, Screen’s smeared, rip it off, I cried. Tear it Off, Rip it Off! Shatter My Veil, t......

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...Mankind generates the utmost malevolent deeds Sustaining corruption and ignoring those in need Beholding a mirror, peering at the countenance Dereliction of the conscious is an annoya......

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...Pug-nosed pugnacious Polly loved to fight She started brawls every Saturday night Snapping, snarling, punching, sneak pinching too I don’t want to go to bars with her. Do you?......

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...A broken heart Shattered dreams Leads to a life full of pain and misery A lost soul Forever forgotten Drifting Away Spun like cotton Experiences learned New process begins As the wo......

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...The truth is there are “Very fine people on both sides” (and of course scoundrels on both sides too) Because that’s the way people are Good and bad, sometimes both Depending on context. It’s......

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...Lies sprang from your fountains like a stream. I saw them flowing through every ear. Like the midday sun's bright rainbow beam I saw it lighting each nook and sphere You're joyous. Your face sh......

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... When life in the city becomes too much to bear When I am overwhelmed by a sense of hopelessness and unrelenting stress— The cacophony of city streets, A mish mash of jarring sounds cars whizzi......

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...none of the McCormicks knew which insect had made the crying sounds odd since usually every McCormick is an expert about thirty-nine things I know because my mother and her sixty-two sisters are al......

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...You might say, “I long to chase this path, As far as it can go, to witness, feel and join, The adventures of the wanderers. I want to mimic them, and do as they do. To dance as they dance and ......

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...“Wandering through empty and crowded streets with no destination in sight and sleeping under the sky with the fire burning inside was my life, the life of a vagabond. Survival is a funny game and lif......

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...Cat style slow blink, relaxed into infatuated reflexes; ‘Lick between the lines…’ a message conveyed; The purr is burning the air dripping between each crevice; Prowling into foreplay cat st......

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...I am pressing for time to conquer what is mine. I am pressing for time to meet with the divine. I can only be in one place at a time, and I am going to take my own time. I am not going to rush; I am ......

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...Let me have the last look at you before you do the final “hula hoop.” Let me have the final look at you before try on your new shoes. Some sizes just don't fit; you have got to hold on to the grit. ......

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...Toils and brawls hit hard herebelow Till poetry and its bliss are forgotten; Till the joys of rhyme totter battered By thrusts of a world foul and rotten. But when the last of blows The ve......

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