Hard On Poems - Poems about Hard On

I tried God, I f***ing tried. To be liked. To be easy. To be the kind of girl they don’t talk about once she leaves the room. Smiled soft, spoke sweet, let the sharp edges hide beneath skin. Held their secrets. Held my breath. Held it together when they left. They called me fake for being kind. Called me a b*** for standing still. Said I was cold — because I didn’t beg. And...

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Villanelle of a Metal Queen (c) 2025 by Russ Dodson I just don't know where else to start to tell you of this love of mine she is the beating of my heart these feelings that I must decline I just don't know where else to start the memories both sweet and tart hold feelings that I would enshrine she is the beating...

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Old School Cool (c) 2025 by the Entangled Pair She's hot, yes, but she's also cool she is a gem, she is a jewel I think she's great (and I'm no fool) she beats those drums like she's old school she pounds those skins, sometimes it's funny she hits them like they owe her money and one thing more I'll tell you...

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Depression and change moments of grace in cut downs some could sleep in air and darkness before the humbleness and conquests places and faces to duties thirst jumping and unlocked laughter's tried and trying raised about luck praise to dark arts and until sunshine members of questionable team's clubs forged in the deepest and quietest spins some mothers bet it all to compete fathers could choose...

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Two paths diverged into the woods, some choose the easier path. I followed my heart and chose to go straight. It was a treacherous path and made me the best I could be. I’m glad I chose the harder way, It was the right choice for me. I hope that you will chose as well, Blazing a trail only you can travail. ...

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ROCK HARD POLITICAL DEFECATION Making the nation great again, he defecates laws of injustice:- Stinky flowing unjust laws: Stooled igneous tyranny:- ...

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Although it’s a hard row to hoe a rough furrow to harrow and a tough trench to plough there’s many a meadow to mow I hereby avow and tho' it may be news to you farmers have the need to sow their seeds where milkmaids milk the cows swineherds feed their sows and shepherds have their pie and eat it too in Slough now ...

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I think the hardest things Are about letting him hurt When I know the suffering is real. Letting him choose to do what he can And can't And knowing I can't help.. I can't ask for more of him Because there's nothing left And he needs encouraging Especially when I'm worried it's not enough. It's impossible to balance wants and needs When I...

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Its so obvious. Ah fool in love sets themselves up Its very clear to. ...

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I rub my neck My fingers find something hard I press hard again ...

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The Beatles - Lay it to me Sponsor : Charles Messina A Hard’s Days Night A hard day’s night, boss outta sight blankets warm, everything’s all right let’s snuggle, cuddle, no more storm lovely voice on high, good in form peace reigns on Earth, after mad work baby is chuckling, gone is stork sing to stars and beckoning moon guitar...

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It's simple to be happy, but it's hard to be simple, like a star that ignites in the night sky without knowing its own fire, for happiness comes like a breeze of wind in the middle of summer, but simplicity is a deep mystery, like a labyrinth of mirrors where you search for yourself. In the pursuit of simplicity,...

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We can do hard things Yes we can, we can be the better man, or woman. If that seat looks uncomfortable, bring a cushion. We do not walk alone, our world is not so dark We all have our superpowers and our individual spark, We shine and make our mark. And it shouldn’t feel scary, we need to embrace the journey. Jump into joy, express...

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I am a captive of these chores, Clean dirt from windows, walls and floors. Clothes washed to remove all the dirt, Even the lipstick on his shirt. There's no time to check if its mine. Washing is done, dirt came out fine. "A hard day's night", and when I die. They'll throw dirt on me, where I lie....

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“You’re gonna lose that girl”, they sing: the one who wears my diamond ring. They ask me why I even date her - she’s not a great communicator. She got mislaid when out in Ronda, until I bought the new transponder. She’s unaware her room’s a cellar, or that her name is Helen Keller. ...

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