Get Off Poems - Poems about Get Off

So many bear traps Right now it's the bed I feel no one is out there Beyond the inches past my face I'm in a sliver of a void The reality is I'm in the dog house for not pulling my weight Conceptualising it Numb and zoned out Needing to snap out of caring But not over compensate with desensitising It's a delicate game...

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If indeed in fact This is actually reality The current world I am Existing and alive living in today And rather I am not in A perpetual dream state Having to digest and then dissect afterwards The daily news and all the issues and things That are happening around our world today Political , social and societal That lead me into...

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Tell me— Did you fear the Rumors? About me, us, ilk? Greedy and needy and yearning For what you Cannot give us! I’m her—your Worst fear Given flesh. Insatiable, hungry Consumed with a need no One can meet. I mean it. No one. Biologically impossible. I do want it all. In me, around me, on me, Breathe in the smell of one and Taste Another. I’d beg, Really. I am everything wrong, But I feel so right I...

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Ain't it Funny how Lucifer once said to his father Some certain individuals No matter how guilty they are Or evidence doth incriminate them Always seem to get off Scott Free Enough said Mic Drop That's all I wished to say As i am currently off to serve Scott's sentence now So due to this unavoidable catastrophe and travesty of justice I will...

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One day … I offered you a compromise, But you went riding by, Upon your high, high horse, With your nose up in the sky. One day … I offered you a get-out clause, But you went riding by, Upon your high, high horse, With your nose up in the sky. One day … You will have to stop and listen And that is when of course, Reality...

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My hobby horse is not getting much exercise now, As now is not the time to lament, But to pick up that garden implement, And show some real intent. Or find another hobby that is more your style, To reduce the stress for a while, Even a bit of whittling can make one less vile, As you should produce...

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Bentley, get off the ground! I smiled because I am shopping child-free. In charge of no one except myself. The only Bentley I have known is a dog. This Bentley is a small boy, around six years old. He has brown hair and dancing eyes. He scrambles from the floor and tips the cart. His mother yells “BENTLEY!” I smile, knowing that someday...

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It was a week before my eighteenth birthday; I was a drug dealer. Hooked also, but with no cares. From a small town where no one had any money, I figured I would get off like the rich kids whose daddies bought their freedom. But my daddy was a convict, and he had no money. He only had a...

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Get off that ole red wagon; Get off that ole red wagon; Girl, git off that ole red wagon; But down that bottle, Don’t want just ice water; And yet still don’t want no alcohol; Get off that ole red wagon Now why you wanna do that to me; The times I wanna get next to you you flee; You are one of...

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Get it off your chest and other various parts; Brains, Minds, imagination and huge hearts; Open wide, From inside, Start sharpening tool as well as your smarts. Do you like letting it all hang out, And always about it start to shout; Will like luster, Of a brain buster; With sick Trump have another bout. Jim Horn Yesterday was Costco visitation day and also...

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Get off , get off You must run And do not turn Your face right or left You will competitor With another people Who wants to replace? You must be at the sight To be the first That will be chosen The fire is gotten Who could catch that one? That runs in fast You must be at his speed To your shoulder by his To make the neck by...

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Compelled To Get Off of My Chest Feel compelled to remove from my chest; Trump has been big crook like all the rest; Looked near and far; Next to Trump are, And you should be sure to see big nest. Jim Horn...

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Get off of those streets They are filled with confusion Just leave those dark clouds behind Nothing but pure frustration When you live in a state of poverty Gloomy moments will appear Such a bitter disparity There is nothing but bad air...

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Like train cars speeding along, years come and go. I'm relishing the ride. September 3, 2018, entered in Brian Strand's Early September Standard Contest...

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get off your shackles loves luminance is infinite go touch me not leave me alone giggling girls puberty smiles guessing red blood spotted then gushed guilt descended 10.30 am july 19 2016...

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