Dont Poems - Poems about Dont

Heartthrob in damsel drag Belief of human bile Completely instilling cascading dregs of mechanical flesh, bones and spit 64th avenue And coiling deft doom Winged balls of bulging blood and speckled steel Merry wails and flutters of moths unsealed Fitted upon falling kneel And reckoned release of rotten roadkill- Rats and babes and brats Congealed candy and sickeningly sweet brandy And hailed light of...

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I look at the missing person poster Another young girl with long hair, pretty face One hundred and nineteen pounds She looks like all of the other missing person posters Why don’t we ever see grandmas on missing person posters? Where are the posters with enormous men? Why are no plain janes missing? It is always the beauty queens Petite and gorgeous And small...

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Once in a lifetime that special person comes along Being with them reminds you of a long-lost song A friendship grows and the bond is strong Then something happens and you do them wrong They give you a chance to make things right You do your best, you last a few nights Yet once again you prove you ain’t so bright What...

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Grass-eating animals are their favorite food Lions don’t eat carnivores, they are not in the mood When they devour the tasty stomach of their prey They can stay healthy one more day...

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Moth-eaten hag was a big battle-ax biddy A hackneyed hag who wandered New York City Grandam of the alley, a smelly aged fish wife Aren’t you glad you did not have her kind of life? Don’t be so hasty to judge, said my friend. She had cats and companions to the very end. The homeless took care of her, they loved...

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Friend, do not ressasse your dark ideas, Death will come Whatever you do, Everyone owes it, Don’t resent Your appointments At the doctor’s, He doesn’t even think about it, Under the palm trees Draw in the sand The heart of a girl, Think of the turtle Who lives peacefully, Do not complain of your misfortunes, Nor your thoughts, Don’t resent Love is like a sprig of lavender, Feel it hunting Your dark...

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Dominate space At the end of the, argument Outside the fight Runt the challenge Litter the ballads Confronting the battles Never landing Never sanding Off the grit Shoulders visit me One down And grumpy again Infinite muse Turning straight Becoming hate Facing suicide Or nothing comes back Not allowing a come back A word and its sworn To be The deceit, conceived I am without As wist I became wist ...

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Don’t be juvenile his wife said Forgetting for a moment who she married...

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I could do this that, the other and the other But none of these things are fun. I despise dusting, cleaning, and sorting. So, I stop thinking about that corner of the house. I am retired and want to play now I paint, cartoon, and write poetry all day, and I love it. Sweep the kitchen? Clean the bathroom? Vacuum the...

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Small Arkansas town had tolerated enough Deceased bully is now not so tough Lots of guns blasted the square that day They did not give the brute time to pray Gunshot came from every direction around It did not stop until the bully was on the ground Don’t mess with Arkansas, said Detective McBing None of the townspeople saw a thing...

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Tillers cost up to three hundred dollars I don’t need one, I have a puppy He digs a hole every day to bury his face in All I have to do is stake him out like a goat on a chain Wherever I want my garden...

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I am starting a “don’t want to” club You can join after you say “I don’t want to” to five people You must keep a written record of their expressions and reactions I would post the other rules here if I wanted to But I don’t want to...

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I used to make up excuses I would have a funeral, a wedding, a cruise, something Whenever I did not want to do something I would get coaxed and cajoled, and sometimes would give in Despising my inability to say no to these interlopers Wishing I was brave enough to tell them the truth I have either gotten senile or wiser...

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Only in the wretched Broken locking Of the safe I was beaten into Which refuses To hide Privately, despised by standards Breakthrough! Simple To be your sickness, in fiend In the fiend you Rusting edgework of him And her and his fathers and hurting Me better Thanking myself always Your cursed reproach of silence Uncontrolling the illness People please themselves in the dyes ...

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My ankles are grinning We love the feel of the sun We have not had her for a month The last two weeks schools were closed The windchill was twenty degrees below zero Today it is sixty-seven degrees and sunny Global warming? Of course not. Don’t be silly!...

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