Itching Poems - Poems about Itching

Bud rising ...

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To sought God within Making such own religion Peace, conscience a vain....

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The battle starts everyday His itch will not go away Scratch and scratch is all he does I yell to stop from above Itching and biting evermore Skin covered in sores Itching continuously grows When it stops nobody knows As I wish it to stop Redness, allergies, and hot spots Going, going, non-stop Trying to reach the itch up top Off to the vet we go Hoping to...

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Predation requires a flexible mindset So flexible that it is concrete Even your worst enemies,would like to become members Ooh,my goodness,this thing called life Be wise,when choosing friends As they become your downfall Am I getting cold Be wise,who you associate yourself with As they can become your worst enemies Am I getting colder Be careful,when it comes to your resources As some individuals...

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Horsefly bites galore. Covered in weals with red spots, All under my skin. Scratching the itch was no cure, Nor was head-butting the door. 9 / 6 / 2021....

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They knew I was throwing up at night. And that every breath was causing a fright. I wasn’t using their scratchy covers. Because I was afraid of the others. People at night snoop in to glare. Because I wasn’t sleeping, I was too impaired....

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~ Caren will achieve immortality - ten every day - no complaints ~ ...

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Itching in My Heart Sex in My Heart Like Love ...

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It might be the climate Or maybe the heat Which blasts our apartment And will not retreat… But every winter, My skin starts to itch And nothing relieves it. (I’ve heard every pitch.) I’ve tried every lotion And many a cream Yet still I’m so itchy I just want to scream. It’s not a disease But a seasonal woe. When spring rolls around, It will vanish, I know. Still, three months...

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My son is always on the wings of hurricane though he breathes as a gentle breeze No doubt,one day his father may be uprooted Like a juggler he plays, not...

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Frosted breath designs the window pane Now the whiteness blankets all the sky. Cars are sliding sideways down the lane. This winter melancholy makes me sigh. I'm counting down to spring,I can't deny. I clasp my coat to me,it's much too thin. The zero air makes me shiver and shake. There's frostbite forming on my nose and chin. These cold and dreary times...

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itching legs & yahweh the young boy had told his mother he thought he was allergic to ivory soap, in fact, he’d told her the night before--- but come sunday morning all the care in the world couldn’t keep him from being dragged to church where the zombies sing in tones that couldn’t be dreamt up to have any likeness less than that...

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Like an itch halfway down your back, unreachable, itching to be ...

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