Hits Poems

Inflective thoughts'

Over tech connected; drawn to a life infected'
The moot is now mute' bad is the fruit.)
War on lies.? Square root..'
Much belies.' I read divide..Divide.!
Up to the truths, full inversion.'
Hate will grow, to genocides full immersion.!

Every hits a bullseye

This is hilarious.
Try bow those strings like Stradivarius.
But i think you missed the point of your own aim.
Without a shred of self reflection or acknowledged self deception.
The irony of it is just insane.

Because in actual fact, once you attacked.
it's clear you were the only one to maim.
I mean honestly, this false dichotomy.
Will leave more than

Love hits

It will hit you hard
All of the times you could have
Told them "i love you".

Province Life Hits Me Differently

Province life just hits me differently 
I cannot explain how peaceful it is
Though simple things I experience mostly
It is satisfying and consoling living
I may not have things in affluence
Yet, the peace I get is priceless
The food that I eat are all organic
Simply it come near and handy
People you meet has respect abound
You can love them

Kasemus Plays the Hits

Casey Kasemus played the hits,
Renaissance songs so pretty. 
It was as good as was it gets,
a countdown of dulcet ditties.

When a Memory Hits

Memories can be such sweet souvenirs of times past, 
they can jump to the surface and transport you to 
a different time and place with a simple trigger such as
a song, a smell or a gentle breeze
Good memories will engulf you with pleasure and are
usually welcomed with a smile, but bad memories can ruin a

When the season hits

When in season baked pumpkin pies and warm apple cider

ROBERT SHERRIFF - Animal - Man That Hits a Woman or a Child

ROBERT SHERRIFF 08/07/1954 - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER

Animal - Man That Hits a Woman or a Child
Animal
Coward
Worm
Slime
No guts, no glory
Little man with a small mind
Day after day
Week after week
Year after year
Black eyes
Broken bones
Bruises all over my body
Alcohol has gone to your brain
You were nice once
Devil in

A Storm Hits Milton Creek

A storm had rolled in off the Sierra Nevada and hit Milton Creek
Townsfolk were dashing all about town for shelter they did seek
Freak storms like this were a rarity and puddles were everywhere
Some folks had never seen the like and all they could do was stare.

Most of the men took shelter and headed for Jan's Manx

love hits you

LET ME
By - kvg owen hamalala

Let me take care of your broken heart
and show you how to fly.
Let me hold you gently by the hand
and kiss your tears goodbye.away

Let me lead you to tomorrow's light
and out of needless rain,
'cause all I want right now
is to see you smile again.

Let me sing you all the songs

Depression hits

Depression hits in many different ways
Some struggle to get up most days
Happy people see the sun, feel it's rays
Look at us and think it's just a phase
I know for me, I feel stuck in a maze
A crazy train, drugged up haze
From my dark tunnell, I can see a light
It lures me closer to the end

Pain hits hard

My partner and I were never prepared,
for what the specialist doctor said, 
We hoped the chemo worked but dread,
to tell you that the cancer spread, 
Our palative nurse tried to dull the pain, 
But time after time it was bad news again, 
I just had enough of the pain being raw, 
My impulse was to

Saturday Nights Taking Hits Listening to Narco Debut and Thinking of you

Concomitant treatments
And with a medal of honor in pill Russian roulette, 
I’m likely to believe it 

The problem is 
You say everything with confidence 
So I’m likely to believe it 
You already said you think about me when you wake up 
So i’m likely to depend on it
It’s sick and twisted but in all the

When Maturity Hits Hard

There was a time when I was so real
I would speak my heart out with everyone
People would normalise my embarrassments
and say, "Kiddo, that's pretty common".

There was a time when I was so real
I would never hold my tears after feeling hurtful
I would refuse to talk to those who weren't familiar
There wasn't any place for pretence

Solitude: When Realisation Hits Hard

A bird was born and bred in a nest,
She was preparing for a challenging test, 
her wings grew out, she felt she was blessed 
the world appeared more colourful and pleasant

Her days of freedom arrived 
no more rules to abide,
She was overwhelmed with ecstasy, 
and greatly moved by the outward flourishes.
 
Her spirits rose high,

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