Forearmed Poems - Poems about Forearmed

...Mum said "birds of a feather flock together" so I searched for a man who liked similar weather until Dad stressed "opposites attract" and I tried to determine just what I lacked "Small packa......

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...POTD 7 Oct 2020 Step ever so light Into this treacherous night Creatures that abandon the day come out to play Hear those June winds howl To the hoot......

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...slowly he picks away at the shell of his swathing enough shrouded persona the charade had to retreat masquerades are for fools ......

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...I did not heed the warning I should have stopped to think It seems trouble finds me Every time I blink I cannot take my eyes off you In case you err again I did not expect this of you You are ......

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...I've got me My mind and body weary from battles past a fortress of wisdom yet outlast Former evil returning to Destroy and subdue. My mind alert, in mended form Forearmed and forewarned. Pr......

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...In homage to the waters around the UK and all those who sail them... Late at night and early dawn Like clockwork - every day are heard Those dulcet tones “set fair” to warn With poetic, most ......

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...Here in Bolehland, one video clip is making its viral round... A staged episode of how talking to strangers can be far from sound... The power of black magic via touch or suggestion... Must be s......

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...Here's a terrifying piece of news about every mother's nightmare... Happened in broad daylight with numerous customers everywhere... A mother, busy festive shopping in a local retail store, was ......

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...friendship, imagery, imagination, inspiration, muse, poetry, word play, Poetry Soup © Posting of one’s poem has come to be an inspiring word play We’ve read one another’s word/worked poetry wo......

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...rules to play by ring the bell then knock on wood one good turn deserves another take one thing replace it with another stalking a box circled with chaos we only have eachother take out yo......

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...The harlot maples crimson tipped nails tap, drum, strum, and plunk; at Aprils blasted blue sky. Raking a wind born trail across skeletal palms and forearmed branches, in a come-hither dance; reawake......

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