How Poems - Poems about How

I know which cup to leave chipped in the sink, Mouth open begging for rot. I know which word to spill— Vinegar, nettle, sour-spit— To make him blink slow and tight, The way thunder coils before breaking. It's a little game I play. I wear the red dress he hates, The one that clings like wet birth skin, And I let my laugh scratch...

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Always following company policy you set a good example and it showed qualified at your level of incompetence while rather than carry the can you continued to kick it down the road and I'll be the first to say I'm last in line on the lower echelon boot-licking list but please trust and do keep in mind by me the cheeks of your...

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Mind is void, life is empty . Brain now dull, though once was witty. ...

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cold steel shines in symmetrical, straight lines--- on monotone, lukewarm box. ...

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How you doing Buttercup? Oh, a little bit up, a little bit down. A little bit square, a little bit round. Sometimes I'm good, sometimes I'm bad. Sometimes I'm happy, sometimes I'm sad. Thank you for asking, I'm glad that you did. I hope you are well, and having a good gig? 12th June 2025...

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Scots golfers do not 'golf' as they say in the U.S.A. invented in Scotland it's as they ought a sport the Scottish play the first tennis player known by name (Louis X) did not 'tennis' when he played the game even so I may one day bend my elbow consider the racket and give it a go looks like the language is slowly downward drifting and come this Christmas you won't see...

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Your pretty eyes, I realize; You’re beautiful to me: An ebony, most heavenly, Arrayed coquettishly; You’re giving and a gift, Like the rise of Christmas morn’ As adorned a necklace with, Upon my heart you’re worn –...

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Any pet owner knows… Our furry friends are as much a part of the family as anyone. ...

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you who’d not change a single thing in life ~ may not get another chance whereas i’m guaranteed one more presage ~ i’ve sold my soul in advance satan wouldn’t take it ~ so traded with Lot’s wife for her sustained glance By David Kavanagh...

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Take me for away I'm at end of my way, that started from birth on mother Earth ! Now almost at point of death : Waiting for my...

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how many wishes in a dandelion puff~ too many....too few...

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Social media is a charade A manic masquerade Where charlatans peddle lies And truth slowly dies But you were led to the dance And you thought you had a chance So you either go ballistic Or end up a statistic Volatile times produce hostile rhymes And television that glorifies crimes We're taught to live shameless And despite mistakes we're blameless To them everything is a...

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Outguess me, outfox me, outstandingly simple to do Wrap me in a cloud cloak with a dash of rainbow too Like me and uplift me, so I can love you....

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I'll need a beginners guide to love you can't shatter a mirror and expect it to reflect so, how can you break my heart and it expect it to feel the same way about you over and over? you've run out of luck, this is a dead end, and the graveyard is nowhere near here aren't we so lucky to know eachother? here we...

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