Crack Poems - Poems about Crack

You wrote me in scars. You’ve made me like this. You tell me I’m not the same as my old self— That I am something you pay for. Am I something to be paid for? I am torn apart by the way you treat me. I am crushed by the comments you pass. Am I not good enough? I’m weighed down By your words. You’ve...

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crack in the sidewalk nature's determination ~ city garden blooms posted on April 28, 2025...

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Violet Smith lived in Center Kingdom. Her neighbors were Jack and Jill; Like orange sun, of a pink morning, when it's just peeking over blue hills. With Mother and Father and sister, Ava, Violet enjoyed life on Sage farm; Just as lilac breezes, from out of the south, only rove to keep you warm. Theirs was a land that...

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All my skulls do dope All my skull break pipes All my skull you know what All my skulls for life All my skulls drive fast All my skulls positraction All my skulls everlast All my skulls satisfaction All my skull kill the noise All my skull explicit All my skull keep it real All my skull come to visit All my skull Look All my Skull ask All...

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I met a puzzle and conundrum. His name is "Why Am I Becoming Dumb", A diabolically a tough nut to crack, both he and I are poised for attack. I'm pretty sure I'll crack him, but he thinks that it's I who is the nut....

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Just how glass cracks after a lapse, one should make a gaffe to smash the mirror of arrogance....

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The ground was full of brittle crackly things They broke as I walked. Crack. Crack. Crack. I thought I was walking on lightbulbs. I stopped walking to look and see These things were curvy and brittle. I put them on my fingers and wore them to dinner. They were cicada shells Not a big hit with others at the table....

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We were born in the crack of an egg fragile and empty with a whip of thunder and tongues of fire tasting the earth. We were born with a gram of cry and several stretches, wrapped in cloth like caterpillars and waiting for our wings... We keep our shells as a reminder of how far we have come and how fragile our cradle is. We were born in...

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A man once stood with might, before men Preached "Fruits before marriage is a sin" And a crowd stood with a sudden objection. Showing great opposition. I was part of the crowd, But where my ground lies its a secret. But I hope you grow. As I show you the flow. Could you possibly say eating those fruits is spiritual? What about life itself,...

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spirits are a wise crank spirits are a wise crack of a crank a wise crack is a wise crank a wise crack is a wise soul a crack soul,a crack spirit,a wise crack a crack spirit is a crack soul a spirit is a spirit of a crack soul a shadow is a shadow of a shadowy a shadow is a shadowy...

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I used to jump on sidewalk cracks when I was angry with my mother which was a lot of the time I spent my childhood feeling enraged feeling less than feeling like the one who was not the favorite for I was not never became the favorite either to this day I will jump hard on a crack hoping to break my mother’s back...

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Apologists Are Too Funny Apologists have been saying for 2000 years, Jesus will return, you can dry your tears. But they have always been making this claim, About the truth of Christianity’s fame. They always fabricate a ridiculous excuse, That’s always been considered abstruse. But Jesus said that some wouldn’t die, Before he returns from his home in the sky. He was wrong and...

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Woke up this morning to brilliant sunshine What a way to start the day My spirits couldn't be higher Old Mister Sol and I go back a way When he drops by can't wipe off this grin From my very ancient mug Amazing how Old Sol affects our mood You could call it a happiness drug Only happy thoughts should fill our brains Maybe...

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Woke up this morning to brilliant sunshine What a way to start the day My spirits couldn't be higher Old Mister Sol and I go back a way When he drops by, can't wipe off this grin From my very ancient mug Amazing how Sol can affect our moods You could call it a happiness drug Only happy thoughts should fill our brains Maybe...

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Amber alerts won’t find you Diction slurred because you use Drugs enough to kill you dead Indigo soul please clear your head Carry your heart to the Son Two bullets shot from your gun In denial that you need help Onyx crack smile and ill health Not even your child can make you care...

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