Egging Poems - Poems about Egging

... If, into my future, I get a sudden chance to peep I'd choose my ninety-fourth birthday hoping am still alive; My mother left us at that ripe age while still in good health, not live long,......Read the rest...

... Into my future, If I get a sudden chance to peep I'd choose my ninety-fourth birthday hoping am still alive My mother left us at that ripe age while still in good health not l......Read the rest...

... Shadows hiss_per, of secret, buildup-congealed, no longer trapped within curiosity's seals. Oceans of thoughts crash, unrested, on the rocks and hard-placed reveal of fait......Read the rest...

...Black cats dart across my path As I head down the street Children hide and spook their friends And all around shout “Trick or treat!” It’s Halloween! It’s Halloween! Hear them scream! A scary......Read the rest...

...For whom nothing matters The night had been mysterious and full of screams raped women hung from apple trees like rotten fruit, their begging not to be eaten went unheard Men, crazed by pornogra......Read the rest...

...Natural soporific narcotic Recurrent suicidal thoughts vaingloriously wend along winding road within windmills of my mind (o'er a death cab for cutie weeknd) yakking, yanking, and yawking zea......Read the rest...

...Life is like a galloping horse, Flying around a track Faster and faster, he gallops Too fast to look back His need to win is crucial, He cannot afford to lose If he could communicate He woul......Read the rest...

...When my best friend from junior high betrayed me, I felt like a mighty bird flying high on friendship’s wings that had just got shot down by a poisonous dart, which pierced my heart. But a Phoenix......Read the rest...

...“I suggest we break the ice”, the interloper said. I began chopping with a snow axe, and she laughed. You must have been born with a silver spoon, she threw out. I threw the snow axe at her; irr......Read the rest...

...Pursuit for elusive prey teases yours truly into treacherous catacombs dangerous mentally challenging pitfalls, sets small hairs of back on camp creeks edge of night, where dark shadows evo......Read the rest...

...Some days my writing runs along the track next to me. Sticking out her tongue or wiggling her hips in a provocative way. My muse is hanging on to this elephant for dear life. Pretending she is slo......Read the rest...

...Little Miss Muffet Sat on a tuffet Wiling her time away She heard some shooting Of course, it was Putin Egging his puppets on. She did not know them So she did not show them Any sign of fear,......Read the rest...

...Life is not cricket: though a game of cricket reflects life It portrays real-life conditions; from cradle to urn Starting with toss of a coin; ends in pulling bails off Just as cricket life is s......Read the rest...

...He is a superspectacle Loud and proud A one-man show The teacher wants him out The kids are delighted Egging him on, loving the way he has taken the class hostage He adores the attention H......Read the rest...

... She stood there, holding back her tears, He was going far, what to do? She had to keep aside all fears, Or she would end up feeling blue, A soldier was going for war, S......Read the rest...