Hilt Poems - Poems about Hilt

... A knife lie in her bed, her hand rests atop the hilt. The satin maple bed frame lie bare beneath her fingers, And the aliferous knife lie skin warm in the cradle of her hand. A pile of g......

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... Have to admit.. do have a bit Of a trenchant penchant Alright adore southpaw purveyors Dabbles..pique aroused..rabbles in the stands roused Unique sleek cheek of their chic espoused ......

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...Another HooDoo I Know You're Very Serious Following Your Plan But I Don't Seem To Play-Right Any Way I Can. I'm Just Another HooDoo Picking Up A Scar! Inviting 'Sober Mines' To Ask: "Hoo......

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...Apologies If I say I'm sorry I will get my way Your thinking to sway Apology to look good Narcissism under the hood For me everyone will root Apology to provoke guilt......

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... Forget riffs of regrets But To the hilt We tilt to Inbuilt lilt A guilt quilt Can jilt & wilt But No tiffs with what ifs Won’t let you fret Circumspect.. I find Older you get ......

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...The moon would be a dull, gray rock without the Sun's light. An opinion would be a thought without one's voice. A man would be useless without a purpose. So, all the men that stand before me are......

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...When you ask about my trip, what will I say? That the river waters are milky azure, surging from melting glaciers Glaciers pressing through granite masses So huge they might be clouds held tightly......

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...I've done bad, I'm full of guilt. I deserve punishment to the hilt. You've every reason - sure, you've got 'em. So, whack me soundly on my bottom, but please, oh please, don't give me a lecture ......

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...Circus Life Inside, it smells like death and pain. And two beasts guard the heart of my brain. Puzzles and pieces scatter from the hilt. My spine breaks under this mountain of guilt. ......

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...Snow Angels, Snowpeople, and Evergreen Trees When winter comes, children know how to have fun. Laughing and catching snowflakes with their tongues Or lying flat on their backs with arms f......

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...“If you don’t tell the truth about yourself, you can’t tell it about other people”~ Virginia Woolf 'Say who am I' is a great challenge hurled on me, necessitating g......

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...Shell (Jane Grey) The Knights are all lining up to have their taste of me. Because I'm quiet and demure of the weak and tired and pure they lock us up forevermore. Their whispers and thei......

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...The tree sheds tears when It's leaves are shed in the glen It feels a piece of it is ripped apart When the fruits rot and fall from it like a dart It feels pained when the beautiful flowers wilt......

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...Streaks of pallid moonlight wash over blood-stained burnt umber leaf blight. Glistening stainless steel remains within wilting noir roses and blistered blades of grass. Sickening ha......

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...He walks without footsteps; no stranger he greets His bowed head unseen; he’s the man who won’t speak He fails to acknowledge those using the park And then there’s his manner… a strange shade of d......

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