Cold Day In Hell Poems - Poems about Cold Day In Hell

...TRUMP POEMS AND EPIGRAMS II Quite Con-trary by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition" Trumpy, Trumpy, fat, balding and lumpy, how does your Rose Garden grow? “With venom and spleen an......

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...Part 7 The Atheist was a Man who thought much of himself And would not brook any measure of social compliance. So no matter the 'who,' he would not suffer their views, Dismissing all wi......

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...============================ I sit at my bench again, this whole scene is getting old. Same old sinners skulking in, same defense a trillion-fold. Now the room fills up with steam. Next, flam......

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...Yes it was a cold day in hell She lied and inside I died The Angel fell What happens when you awake in a new hell I was laying with fire I've been tricked by a Fallen Angel I only had one des......

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...Her insecurity would not let her see, I wanted her! I thought she knew, my heart was opened. I should've asked. She walked on a thread, fourteen stories high to cross from her building......

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...Once in a blue moon I have been told The cliché’s clan gets together with the Catch Phrase posy If I have told you once I have told you a thousand times this story or are you the last one to know......

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...Catch phrase’s class reunion day All showed up to have their say……. Willy Nilly was married to Hold your horses Met during a PE class on the obstacle courses Sorry Charlie always had a crush o......

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...I see time progress and grow with your beauty It all makes me sick, despite my immunity. You're as heartless as it gets, look at what you do to me. I would even bet, its to feed my insecurities......

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...you keep me at arm's length you must like to be alone and I keep obsessively checking my phone you don't text you don't write in fact, you don't do anything right so why am I thinking of you mor......

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...I left a tear on my pillow One lonely tear on my pillow The morning you left me That cold day in hell Now all that I’m feeling Is pretty much nothing And the tear is now bigger It can fill up......

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...sabatoge of autopilot couldnt turn it off was anyone even on the plane the fake list of names the switched camera feeds are we looking at this from the right angle so i was thinking my though......

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...why did this have to be me (my life) a perfect mother by day but an escort by night i live in the biggest home have the best cars and i wear the prettiest clothes.... but only because my mothe......

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...(This is a fictional poem) While we were shopping, you tried to steal a bracelet that was worth a lot. But before you could get out of the store, you got caught. They thought I was an accessory ......

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