Impale Poems - Poems about Impale

...If you thrust a dagger into my heart Lay me on a bed of thorns Give me a chalice of hemlock Thrash me with a flail Haul me over the smoldering coals Hang me over a precipice by the skin of my t......

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... I tried to skin her, but no dice Tried again, no luck twice Cut her with a knife, an utter failure So, I stood her up, tried to impale her When that didn’t wo......

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...Marvelous to see a condor soar unlike the ghoul when landed and picking -- master of thermals! dark lord of demise -- which makes me more profoundly consider his tearing beak, and ......

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...There comes a time When good men must impale Themselves on enemy swords And supportive women Must lay down their banners To pick up darning needles ...sewing the past with new beginnings Ove......

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...Harriet Harris née Kuritsky... Despite being a nineteen year old bride she wed Boyce Brandon Harris half a decade her senior, (where I ranked less than a twinkle in their eyes) during the mont......

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...Just because I'm working on my mental health Doesn't mean I think I'm better than a person who chooses to stay unwell It just means I'm working on my internal dialog daily, and I'm not perfect, at......

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...Born with a blinding veil Learned Over time, to be fearful When life suddenly blew your sail Deterring us off course Learning how to fail Made without worry Judgment, or hate In the beginnin......

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... the crowd dispersed in floods of tears disappointed that the spectacle was over when madness resolved and sanity became restored the clown’s persona now unmasked make up made down for a grima......

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...This is the tale of young Polkahontus. She lives in the forest; her aim is to taunt us. The squeezebox is ancient; it’s lacquered and red; she communes with the spirits and plays for the dead. ......

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... The old man's trophy, antlers impale my v i s c e r a l veins. Love, a moth's wings, ash-dusted, flutters its last in death's gnashing gullet. My soul—a ......

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...In all that we do with all that we say the conclusion is this Nothing is here to stay Empty promises broken vows hide in darkness it's over now into the silence again, to fall forget what i......

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...Anger towards people, a tempestuous art, Echoes through the soul, tearing every part. A shout to pierce the walls of an alienated heart, Yet louder we become, seeking a distant counterpart. Rag......

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...Please Michelle Obama... can you save American democracy? I highly hugely grant Barack Hussein belated kudos what with his wizardesses in tow wrought wonders to one nation analogous whil......

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...Harriet Harris née Kuritsky circa November 13th, 1935 - ~ May 4th, 2005 (untimely death sentence ordained ~ early February 1935) I trot out a poem acknowledging birthday of dear ole mom, who s......

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...Fretfully aching to feel fit as a fiddle After experiencing a severe, albeit violent near lethal bout of irritable bowel syndrome (yesterday night August 30th, 2023) triggered courtesy dulcola......

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