Fistfight Poems - Poems about Fistfight

...In a labyrinth of tangled threads, we struggle, always breathing the aroma of death, Playing on the edge of our graves like children who do not know the destruction of flames. The justification for......

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...Early nights call upon adventurous times, we await with our plans left to execute. Too old to trick, yet we pride ourselves in treats, as we drive through silent streets before dar......

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...Everyone agrees that war is cruel Everyone agrees that war is suicidal Everyone agrees that war brings mortar, anger Hunger, pain, suffering, death, horror and terror But a nuclear war is deadlie......

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...Act 2. A dark, empty stage. Marat (standing up) It's all a blur. It’s all a little dizzy. I just have dreamed a scary dream as if two vagabond philosophers robbed me and killed. I must ad......

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...All the whores in Frankfurt made me sad, even when it looked like they were having a good time. She said, "Don't get so drunk next time, baby." and turned away her rear end a monum......

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...Painful self actualization quickly brights to light paltry reasons (with or without rhyme) a desolate sight within blinkered mindseye hindsight grotesque grimace shocks with affright desolate......

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...Back in 1964 Harry and Larry Just couldn't agree, Who was cuter, Mary or Dee. At lunch was a fight, Kids gathered 'round; Didn't care it weren't right-- Fists a-flying, blows rai......

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...We Will Be Together R.e. Taylor Darlin’, I am going out tonight My buddy called and he needs my help And Darlin’ I may end up in a fistfight We’re going to get drunk and that the truth And ......

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...by a proxy delivered a days sour face its painted eye fixed on jacob's ladder and salvation's cherubs who seven times sevenfold tell the tale but the tale is threadbare by the time they have spu......

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...Black lips vibrating for the right mix Black lips kiss with a passion, Black fistfight for our past and future sons bloodshed lies spilled Black lips start to peel slaving for a meal, time standi......

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...Sweet smile and her kind eyes brings out all her yips once at sight, A charm lady and her honeyed voice brings forth all her pureness her girlhood fistfight. Longed emotions and assuasive cosme......

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