Killing Poems - Poems about Killing

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Is this really worth it To be a woman in a country like this Where we are forced to shut our scream How will any girl see any dream Multiple cases of assault and rape But still many say it's all fake Is there any more way to gain your trust Many lost their lives..is it really worth The scars which u...

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Hello its Moi..Me who sees.? Green sick actions and plans Do others agree.? Plans to kill some Ostriches a herd four Hundred strong.' All quite healty..Ceetificated; tested yet That has been ( submerged? Hidden? My this is surely Wrong? Must they follow the seven hundred Koalas? That Green policies eagerly slayed.? Such pointless pagan obcenity (as a helpfull move explained)...

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In the quiet corners of my heart, I need to cry, to let the shadows part. You want to argue, dissect my pain, As if my tears are just a game. I reach for solace, a gentle embrace, But you counter with questions, a relentless chase. “Why do you...

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The winter is Killing me softly I still go out during The winter For a walk Around the block I am also Dressed warmly And I still feel the cold It is -19 Every day the temperature changes I also can get sick with a flu Now I finally returned back home From my walk I went back to my living room Now I turn my computer on And I had...

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Ariana nodded, tremolo fingers, and they ran across the killing field, watching the steel-toed kite ascend— a fleeting instant of triumph in the vacuum. Josh scoffed as it dipped, both caught in the pull of the abyss, falling but not landing. They took turns gliding it, Bald headed eagles filling the air, until it sank into the seabeds, the depth charge igniting underground. “Let’s see who...

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This horrendous Cambodian war-time story, Ends with Cambodian glory, Journalists forged a strong friendship within hard cruel times, It is one of the best movies ever and all so true, These two men Sydney Schanberg and Dith Pran In the face of horrific adversity Face death, threats, imprisonment, catastrophe, Yet together, help and document about a hovering Communist strategy. The Vietnam war at...

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Beneath a sky once soft and blue, Now painted smoke, a darker hue, The cries of children split the air A lullaby of deep despair. The earth, it shakes with fire and flame, But none can tell the world who’s to blame, Innocence lies in crimson pools, While tyrants play with warlike tools. A mother holds a lifeless hand, A father searches through the...

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We’re at this place where we thought we’d never be. The world crashes down around you and me. The dreams that we made and the promises that we did keep. Will soon be ash of the power that runs too deep. The world is full of fools and that includes both you and I. We create pain...

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They were armed with spears forged by their sun god Mighty and mean, terrifying mountain-like marauders The commander told them the battle would be fierce Their enemies arrived with their own copper spears Their breastplates and helmets were equal to the task The battle raged for three days; the field smelled like blood Evenly matched, the warriors continued on their quest Smashing...

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fallen so fast in love in spite of my or your own good, helpless in your arms, irresponsible as you are in mine held in your gaze I embraced all the little dangers within you, what tempest would befall when all of us was laid bare, done and lovely. In the cold of November, we lay like angels sharing...

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There’s a lot of heat when all eight of us suitemates are together. I might have mentioned it somewhere. We’re like surround sound, or eight car alarms going off together, it’s jabberwocky by an established team. It can get frantic and frightening for the uninitiated or inhibited. Some of us are pretty boy-crazy and there’s a mix-in of twinkling girl-crazy too. We’re basey, bugzee, spaceheads...

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Is a chance either against fate or destiny, It often looks like a planned movie that might end in everyone's favor, The words are beginning to be buried in our heads, The pledges ain't really made, they are just structures build on maybe, What if the dreams had, falls on an unfertile soil, What if all the efforts turns...

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her snapping jaw leaves make her a spider killer carnivorous plant a fly catcher too found in south Carolina the venus fly trap...

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Watches do not work on my daughter or I The ones we wear unexpectedly die Our body electricity is different than most We kill watches the old lady did boast...

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