Fist Poems - Poems about Fist

Machine gun heart riddled with shades of grey. A mind once sharpened by your own forked tongue. Lovers' lips part with rumbles of a cannon. Dew licked satin sheets - the highway to carnal desire. Silhouettes of freshly washed skin dance in the night. Passion rising like the souls of the departed. Where do you sleep after your thirst is quenched? Where...

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Danny Rand, with a fist like a gong, Tried meditating, where nothing went wrong. But a fly, rather bold, Landed right on his nose, cold, Then he yelled, "Chi control's been too long!" ©bfa031925 ...

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See my finger See my thumb See my FIST You better run © daniel miltz...

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The Witches of Garais or the Strega opened an area centered in a bean feild were they invited men from around the world to join the Opera Orchastra The Muses of Men the would have them to perform as they would rate there performance and likiblity based on there trainiblity to the styles they saw fit. The boiled fatted pork until it was lard and...

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Fist for a boxer Trained to win, to write a book Pen for a writer....

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The heart is a wonderful organ, without it we wouldn’t exist… which is crazy when you realize it is no bigger than our fist. Four weeks after conception, well before we officially arrive It begins to beat and doesn’t stop until we’re no longer alive. Our brain is used for knowledge but its our heart that guides the way? In...

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When you try to solve your problems with the swing of an angry fist that cannot be unswung nor the damage caused undone regret will sidle up hollow out your belly and set your mind awhirl conveying very clearly that what you should have done was take a breath or two go back a bit in time to when that fist would not have...

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I’m the pair of fists belonging to Danny Rand’s identity Along the ranks of Marvel’s super hero-integrity… “Iron Fist” is my label against cowardice-instability Powered to advance justice verity Making my owner an incredible fighter, so mighty Being a master of K'un-Lun's martial arts with brave superiority. Having providing my handler a living weapon of excellent utility I won over the...

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Marc Spectar is Moon Knight . . . the traveler . . . the pathfinder . . . the defender protecting and avenging the innocent the son of a rabbi ...

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Loosen up a bit, that head and heart fit in cauldron of love, working hand in glove. Immersed in worship, with love our flagship, once our fist’s unclenched, heart becomes bliss drenched. We ascend with ease, on choosing release, from patterns of old glued in ego’s mould. For God to appear, relinquish each fear and gently align under His love sign. 08-August-2022...

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In the morning dew, she finds herself alone, But not of physical loneliness. She finds herself in beauty only she owns, Although nobody sees what she sees despite of her kindness. It’s not that she doesn’t have anyone, no. It’s just that she’s stuck and does not know where to go. She parades herself in a mask created by those who...

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on table pounded fist with her efforts must persist added name to list Friend is an expert et al. Wrote this mentioned by his wife....

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A tempest night sky presses, my lattice windows shake, as if someone’s being thrown against them, or worse yet, a yeti's breaking in. They lock with little levers that seem far too flimsy to keep out the prying fingers of turbulence. We watched a man plodding outside - obviously a student from Alaska. He was talking on...

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An unclenched fist and open heart The way we live our life Knowing all souls one, none apart We’re free from narrow strife Content the way things are Although we do not spar We’ve slowly come afar No to do list An unclenched fist 16-January-2022 Quietus ...

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The pain The sting The betrayal of a love once shared When fist meets flesh Is it such a deep love that I feel? For you tell me that it is—afterwards. Is it forgiveness that you seek? For you ask of it—afterwards. The bruises don’t tell all of the stories Only you and I have read that book. So many times So many nights When fist meets...

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