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Digested Poems - Poems about Digested


Premium Member Bite Sized Poem - Pre Digested Flies
Maker of silken web sits & waits as planned Compound eyes see but don't understand Destiny ensures trapped & entangled fly Struggle is short, venom ensures end is nigh Delicately wrapped, pre-digestion takes place Daily drama that unfolds in this lair of lace...

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Categories: digested, anxiety,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Colors Physically Reviewed Digested--
Orion is key lime Blue Moon Lotus Deviled eggs angel food cakes Old Mountain Towns antique brass Color of my eyes light green The color are my lips blue My stomach digestive is purple Key lime for the Moon Edible mammal and the grain food Colorful physically views digested 4/26/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020...

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Categories: digested, allusion, analogy, appreciation, image,
Form: Free verse



Digested Compassion
Angry nails skate, digging harshly Eyes close, a pain with no control Hidden struggle, nothing new to see Hand reaching down, a fresh patrol Eyes downcast, wings dodge wind’s embrace The damage just for a bite to eat It seems no feed can avoid a trace The shadowed side of an addictive treat And each time he cautiously sips He feels his well-being start...

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Categories: digested, metaphor,
Form: I do not know?
God Digested
It takes man to create god. It takes people to consume a thought. With the world and all it's delusions, Promises made, Lives destroyed with superstitions. Death, destruction. The corruption of mankind. Arrogance and ignorance run the population. When will god go down? Down the depths of the digestive system. What makes the thought so reasonable? Do you swallow the preachers words? Without question, be...

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Categories: digested, absence
Form: ABC
I Digested Your Poem Last Night And
It stimulated me like a sublime tea, brewed from a transcendent plant. I felt renewed, suddenly invigorated. My weary heart was addressed. You brought me back to what all men seek when love equals warm milk upon the babies cheek. Like whistling an unfamiliar tune, in a dark cavern, I searched for equilibrium. Your verse found way into a deep chasm of...

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Categories: digested, on writing and wordsme,
Form: Free verse




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