Crazy About Poems - Poems about Crazy About

It's a ghost she screamed Then she fainted But no darling It was the spirit she drank She's so high Hennessy to be precise Her vision was blurry. Now she's unconscious Right in my bedroom She drank to stupor The DJ overwhelmed her I have no clue, what to do I've poured her water But she wants a kiss She said; my kisses is the water of...

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Old Mr. Johnson, with broom in one hand, Told his sweet granddaughter, “Sleep, not grandstand!” Her room was empty, the air grew cold— Only the Ouija sat silent and bold. He muttered and shivered, “No time to wait,” Grabbed his truck keys and zipped past the gate. The cemetery whispered secrets...

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Trying Something Totally Different Every Time. For These Self-Same Results. -Gray Squirrel 07-14-2025...

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He who laugh last Laugh last longer Than all the first. Laugh heart all out As if the last Life all there is. Throwing stone At angry waves Laugh after that. There's a way out In each tunnel Except to laugh. Imagine this Crazy to laugh Yet you smile....

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As I continue to deep in myself with poetry I discover a new language, foreign Almost like unscrambling the word pattern Using a mixture of ingredients to describe a pride Finding early 2000 websites to create a blog Showing people my words anonymously. Hello new world! Please welcome me with such care. ...

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You are a prisoner of your own mind, Chained within a cell, That binds your thoughts, And conceals your head. Fragile, hidden, perfectly eclipsed, Your mind lacks the fortitude, It needs to be left in. You speak without pride. Without light, without voice. Your words lack connotation, The way your mind lacks grace. In sorrow, in numb, You are all you did not want. So, you remain in...

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Labubu grins, a curious work of art, Kasing Lung’s dream, brought forth from the heart. Pop Mart displays, collecting carts start, Lisa’s embrace gives trends a new chart. People of faith, consider your part, Not every craze should capture your heart. Fame’s shining lure can pull us apart, Discernment and wisdom must always take part. Enjoy what...

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We entered the Gumball Rally My driver was “Backstreets” Tally With his crazy fast car We still couldn’t get far Bad math, no gas, in Death Valley ...

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Moon juice paired, With gems & stones. Candle lit, With intent on a scroll. Storms have brewed, In a 5 year drought. Now I'm calling, The spirits out. Listen close, To the spirits voice. They're already here, They all rejoice. Raven perched, On a flimsy limb. Saying, Forever more again & again. Storms have brewed, In a 5 year drought. Make no mistake, They are...

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If instinct could alert beforehand; Reflecting moments as all stand... The ought process of echoing mind, For rights to get wrongs tightly bind- Assign each voice unto confident tears, Without been paired with fearful glares. That, would make a day so bleak off sorrow, And elegant enough to seek anew cum morrow. If patience could read through broken glass... Flexing with a system depicted...

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Three men. Three shadows with human faces, Hands like chains, Voices coated in liquor and cologne — That same cologne still snakes through my chest, Claws at my lungs every time I smell it. They didn’t need chains — They used hands, words, filth. And God? Stood there. Silent. Watched them rip my clothes, Rip the light from my chest, While I begged the sky for mercy That...

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The feeling of your mind loosing itself... Victimized by the power of others ... Thinking how you even aloud yourself to allow others to dictate your mind.... MANIPULATION.... What's real, what's reality, what's possible, what's impossible...... Racing thoughts,mind control,fear of loosing thy self..... Coping with all the words and actions,determining what the is really going on... Your beliefs,questioned by your...

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Forever is a giant ground, Where buried roots live in hope. Though, dead in earth and weak beyond The realistic of growth scientifically. Unless been uprooted and cast in fire, It remains a new seed to sprout new desires. Studies often wonder how each get to cope-- The threat of call, hope yield basically. But men are death bound; For...

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They knelt behind a photo booth humming hymnals to a tooth- decayed brand of gen X truth— old gods' wants reclaim the youth. ...

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Waiting for the whole night to see his first sight Hearts were beating It sounds like lighting He's my everything...

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