Fangs Poems - Poems about Fangs

there was a young rake named Beck who picked up a young vampiress in Quebec he took her home to his bed in the morning woke up dead with a pair of fang marks in his........ ...

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I remember now! His name was the Crenshaw Cowboy! He was the one who told me I descended from kings! This is why I jump over the fence Why I kick the fence We pillaged and burned Doing only what we needed to survive So that we could one day tear the fence down and make peace Or maybe I'm wrong and death...

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bruised tank top name’s been scratched out a guy jumps over the net fence, out of the dog’s yard smoother than the water in a wine glass. guy says “what you talkin’ bout” and then it’s nothing but nothing words and prepositions i remember the dog’s name was Mocha covered in scars a black belt in Wing Chun currently majoring in Philosophy which is even...

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The fangs of fate, they pierce in deep Can we shrug and move on Will we take a consciousness leap In the face of death, yawn Heart pure like morning dew Void-centric is soul’s view Letting life flow renew Smile and negate The fangs of fate...

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There is nothing like falling for a wolf. To which you would do anything for. After once wounding the wolf, there is not a length you will go to repay the wolf. For allowing his fangs in your neck means his bite may redeem your sins. So you let him bite and hope it is hard enough to leave you unconscious of...

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Some love pangs culminate in birth pangs others develop fangs...

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in other news, the missing clouded leopard has not yet been spotted... ...

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pathways unjust lunging lusting each thrust soul’s doom 02-January-2023...

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Yes, they travel about the Soup! Snakes that really do not like you. What? Yes, they may even bite you! Their cover is humor, mostly. Innocent you, smiling, takes the bait. Alas, you took the poison, tis too late! Much outstanding humor written here! By decent poets, I find quite safe and dear. Be sure to check first, for a strange rattle sound...

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Gleeful roses turn to sullen churls, And virgin smiles of shyest brides Soonest morph into widowed furls; Sad victims of your ill-bladed tides. Swearing lovers of staunchest troth Must sample your bitterest swill too, And forfeit bonds of grandest worth, As you gaily gloat like vilest foes do. Most ardent toilers all hours round In shady hands fattest gains leave, Mowed to...

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Like Angels, Winged by Michael R. Burch Like angels—winged, shimmering, misunderstood— they flit beyond our understanding being neither evil, nor good. They are as they are... and we are their lovers, their prey; they seek us out when the moon is full and dream of us by day. Their eyes—hypnotic, alluring— trap ours with their strange appeal till like flame-drawn moths we gather... to see, to touch, to...

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The town children Only feed at night Never to face the sun Dark eyes, emotionless smiles Tongues darting across razor fangs The town children Hunt under the harvest moon Until the shadows disappear White pallid skin Blood red lips Beware o traveler Of town children at night Your desire to give aid Will only lead you To a bloody grave Town Children Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Julia Ward 9/10/19...

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C-ats in the wild are J-aguar, lion, and tiger, A-ll possess sharp teeth. Form: Acrostic Haiku...

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Web of sin Web unseen Evil done in the dark Leaving hidden marks Softly done Guilt gone Conscience sold Truth untold Things hidden in a closet More awards to collect No one needs to know As long as it doesn’t show Manipulating minds A curtain they hide behind Showing off artificial halos Dangerous fellows! They camouflage their horns With pretty shiny crowns They hide their fangs Behind smiles and generous hands But behind the closet...

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Viscous Fangs That Bite Satan has demonic forces doing his bidding as I drift to sleep I'm not kidding I go to a world with caverns filled straight from the river of erotic death in Hell there is creatures sporting viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off side with eyes filled with holes sulfur of deep...

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