Get Word Poems - Poems about Get Word

Heretically speaking …I am at odds with myself ...Read the rest...

She is oblivious to the fact That she can make my mind Tedious Which makes me furious But imagining her smiling upon Makes my heart troubled as ocean On a stromy night...Read the rest...

Nervous I sat, waiting to be called. I wasn’t sure what it was he said, but it meant a lot to me. Then I realized, he was not talking to me. Oh well, I will be next....Read the rest...

Hey dear friend! In the truth you know, that I've shared with you. Don't you dare lie, and tell me that you understand my pain. Course truthfully, YOU DON'T!!! Please tell me it's gonna be okay, NOT "I know how you...Read the rest...

YOU CLAIM TO BE ACE ROTHSTEIN A BOSS COMMITING HIEST ON DISABLED ELDERLY PERSONS BREAKING INTO MOBLE HOME GOLF CARTS AND MEDICATION BOXES RETRIEVING ANTIDEPRESSANTS HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE MEDICINES HEART MEDICINES AND VIAGRA PUSHING THESE MEDICATIONS...Read the rest...

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It is your heart that I admire, Bigger than the universe Brighter than the morning star. The role you play as a sister, Fills my life with a craft. It is your understanding I admire, Bringing missing pieces to my puzzle. The...Read the rest...

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This piece was originally a challenge made by a friend to freestyle a poem on the spot, because I told her I was retired. This is also my first piece in nearly 10 years. So...Read the rest...

Gerry leading the weekly walk* if only giraffe's could talk ' I could show you where to see me' & 'in which hide to be'...Read the rest...

My lips the vacancy sign, my heart the hotel You ran up room service again. left burn marks on the mattress. Rude to the staff Yet you seem to always be welcomed back With my lips flashing like a neon vacancy...Read the rest...

I’m wrying to trite poetry, I’m doing it all the day, Wrying to get the turds out, To must jean what I say. Rumtimes the syme hust jappens, Other wimes it’s tierd, And the jeaning is all mumbled, Fexactly as I eared. So...Read the rest...

In the twelth hour We're pursuing generational wealth From a generation who stole Everything from us The clock ticks closer to doom But we're no closer to finding our own reality When dreams are nightmares Fueled by foreign wars I thought it was...Read the rest...

My nights are often restless, My dreams are often broken. The tremors are often heard, Within words not often spoken. I'm tossed about in silent motion, Until I'm cocooned within the covers. The darkness holds me tighter, Than the embrace...Read the rest...

There are words that I’m slow to say, Bound inside and kept away, so My tempered tongue I won’t betray. Without much thought an ass will bray; Many with their jawbone slay, so There are words that I’m slow to...Read the rest...