Grimace Poems - Poems about Grimace

Ruse of the evil grimace also known as "Blondie" A real hunter (and huntress), she stands five feet and tips the scales at most one hundred pounds. Despite looking like a little girl, her stock in trade masks that diabolical mean mien streak evocation. Said bipedal hominid creature haunts outer limits of the twilight zone, where dark shadows hoover along the edge...

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evil-eyed Jack o’ lantern grimaces in the dark~ helplessly perturbed pumpkin...

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I face my daily demons from time and time again I try to be normal and count to ten, ten, ten and then I cope with hope’s happiness It’s so dope to be no longer in distress It was a dismal and dark night last night There’s a delightful day, sparkling with might Snowed under by sunshine today Let me be, detested...

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Mis Chakras No Tus Chakras It’s too early in the morning to have my patience challenged. Woosah _ kumbaya _ got to get my chakras in balance. Hold back my tongue _ use small words _ set breath at steady pace. Surely what needs saying is clearly written on my face. Muscles in my jaw refusing to smile. Being a lying...

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BoJo is no HoJo...

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Grimace is Death's Smile Last stage of death's calling card; pain. Why make it any easier than it must be? Atonement in exchange for your agreement for time on earth and the pleasures we see. Some of us drink deeply...

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Chasing shadows In summer meadows Lingering by the wayside Watching memories of you die Fighting worry Fending off doubt Love becomes blurry Feelings turned inside out You wrote me love letters Full of empty promises When my heart thinks of you It grimaces I cried over you a hundred years Or at least it seems My world ended When you said goodbye A piece of me...

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Many friends that I have are troubled at times Giving them problems creating their rhymes I wish there was something that I could do For them I will pray and send my thoughts, true. They go on their lives with burdens, weighted Regretting their days, some even hated I wish I could reach them, give them my hands For now, words are...

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In such agreement With all that is being said Standing up in awe Rocking side to side With folded arms, shriveled nose Squinted eyes, spiked shouts Downward lips poked out With wrinkled brow and clinched fists Arms start rotating Rolling, beating air Shifting foot to foot ready To launch in the deep The speaker speaks on Overexaggerated With vi'lent fervor Still with that grimace Clapping hands, shaking the head Nodding with more...

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