Den Poems - Poems about Den

Winter Night winter crackling fire keeps us warm on dark cold night den lights low, blankets cover us we doze ...

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I am huge with the body of a lion, yet I am a sheep, The den isn't my Zion, yet the sheep come to me only in my sleep, My ration of the catch tastes sweet, yet from my grip the biggest ones slip, When what I need is a jet, yet I got entangled in a slow...

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Unter den Linden I have a soft spot for the German language when a toddler, I had free access to a military camp where they had enormous horses and let me sit on top of one of them (looking up horses, I think they were Belgian draft horses) Since I was 5 years old at...

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Watch your step, so you don't end up here Where people like you simply disappear To be devoured like prey, they're on the hunt Looking for their next victim for them to stunt Beware of the snake pit, the ones who take The ones who would drown you in a lake Of their own selfish needs and desires With a tongue forked...

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Identity crisis 1 word has tit in it Overall it does make you feel like a tit Att the decisions Who are you Identity crisis No matter how I spell it or shout it or whisper it or talk to someone about it Noone listens “Your not gay you like a boy” “Are you a girl again” “Are you straight again” “Once I break up with...

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Welcome to Ganja Den, The home of legal weed. This herbal sesation, Flowered from magic seed. Rolled or in Gandalf's pipe, Your trip will soon begin. A journey that you'll love, Alone or with a friend. Heavenly aromas, Waft up your grateful nose. It's making your head spin, And tingling your toes. Now turn on some music, Grab your favorite snacks. Nobody will bust you, So kick back and chillax....

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Lone snowflakes drift in As anorexic, claustrophobic bats shiver Wrapped in their bat wing sleeping bags. A field mouse plays “Three Little Pigs” With a patch of straw. An eerie wind whistles wickedly Alarming an itinerant mole. I snore, noisily unaware, That my brother sub-let His half of the den. John G. Lawless ©1/21/2023...

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Christmas (The Big Day) Christmas Eve, wow, the last day, before the big day Mamas in the kitchen, banging pots n’ pans Dad in his slippers is stretched out in the den. The Christmas tree stands 10ft. tall If this night isn’t over soon, I’d surely die- Tick, tock, tick tock, the clock moves so slowly I sneak a peek inside...

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Duchess has Den, Lind's Empathetic Yen Laughing with Casey gave "rise" to a fall, Giving "urgery" to surgery, We pray the setback is soon annul! Sometimes when mishaps occur, Causes appreciation in full, When things stop working, Face the horns of the bull, Carpe Diem! Step back & reflect, Refute descent, resaddle! Read, think, thank, pray, sing, May the Big One bless you ->"Troubles Skedaddle!"...

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-Awakening In The Lions Den- Sinking fangs into the flesh of mortality and being reborn without limitation. Limitless precedence. Cultivated in the shadows like a noose in a wardrobe. The lions out at play, whilst the queen tries to demoralize liberty. The altar of loops in the midst of reincarnation. Reach for the stars, find only melancholy. Gaze upon...

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I’m in a salt and pepper dive called Magdalena’s Den of Sin, Long overdo for dry dock, with my keel hogged out of line. I’ve just enough good cheer to ring a single jingle bell. Outside of that, the climate on the weather deck is fine. I've got my ducks lined up, soon I’ll be shooting them down So that...

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Daniel, a man who loved to pray despite the law to worship Darius as King would not be moved from His sovereign faithful He was standing on to bring Three times every day Daniel prayed giving thanks to God for HIs goodness this news was told to the King forcing the Kings' hand ultimately to press The King was much distressed concerning Daniel He...

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I tripped into a foxhole down down down shiny black button eyes beamed a dime a dozen for your doe-eyed sins can you call your mother’s name? Sleek and shining you see me bleed matchstick machete prick my fragile fingertips I see you’ve laid out traps for me can you call your mother’s name? Ember red and raging you push me up up up through the blinding lightning sky smolder there while...

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Addicts spend hollow moments inside their secret hideout with their paraphernalia to abuse substance....

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