Cancerous Poems - Poems about Cancerous

Selling uranium to Putin through CFIUS Made less social sense than contracting syphilis Unless to grow a Global reset chrysalis Aiding American transformation abyss. Putin may well employ Wyoming yellow cake To cower Europeans with nuclear bake Candled with cancerous cumulus mushroom clouds, Granting his covering Ukraine with a death shroud....

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Shattered glass, around my feet, every where I go, every where I turn. My plans, my dreams, all shattered, at my feet, and I'm to walk on them. This is not survivor, but a soldier, it's a battle, and I am its victim. Cruel life, it laughs at me, but all I can do is stay silent. It has...

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For 'tis 'bout my little hero since Apollo's first arrow, cancerous sign to be, at a hospital, a start of many visits and stays. How he slayed the beast within him, with his smiles, and challenged the doctors, whereto, remission was his reward, yet, the tinged of fake gold, he returned to fight onward, 'tis my little hero, he fights...

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It burns and i bear it, teeth clenched and grinding, stomache; churned while my head is still churning, nostalgia takes hold of my soul for the binding, effulgent in glow, but the texture is yearning, I wither; a slave to myself and no other, I falter; a moment of weakness forsakes me, I fall, and yet it feels like I'm flying, I...

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your love was a mistake a white inkstain on my black heart it started in my blood and filled my lungs until i spat up a bloody beautiful mess of words and yet you ate it and yet again spat it back at me and now i feel as if nothing will ever be the same...

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Crazy and Caring Adorable and Appealing Nice and Naughty Cute and Curious Energetic and Electrifying Relaxed and Relentless ___________________ Double Cancer acrostic for Danielle White's Acrostic Astrology contest....

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Economics money depleting wall street crashes I'm scared for tomorrow debt...

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Aureate, curls on my bed, On a bleak morning, cross out "Day ten" - eighty days left…...

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It's description is corruption. A continuous rape of pride and health that nests within your walls of life. Eats your body, drinks your blood, Satan’s imitation of the crucifixion. A candle of white set upon by dripping tar, snuffed the flame and floating on it's breath. Invading death. . .that rubs against the ivory bone. Spectrums collapse and leave behind the somber shades that...

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