Knockout Poems - Poems about Knockout

Slovakia one deep dark despair depression England nil — hey Jude Bellingham bicycle kick Toney assist Kane header...

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Knockout! Drop the bowling ball on Putin’s head See how the multi coloured ball Adds another colour to its rainbow hue Now bloody red with a bit of brains yellow Not that Putin ever had a brain to use His disastrous Putin War in Ukraine Bled his pretty military dead and white If only he’d attacked Japan as planned Tokyo would be his with...

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Coronavirus is a monster that is creeping all about Together we are fighting it with togetherness we do shout However many rounds it takes we will give the final knockout Monday, January 3, 2022 Bite Size Poem #31 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Line Gauthier...

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Beauty stealthily creeps; peripherally drifting, sight unseen. We’re caught at times within her gaze so clean. Our eyeballs turning inside out rusted with mistrust, find beauty sometimes giggling, hidden deeply, as she must. Sometimes creeping slowly by, we neither see nor hear her sigh; feel her tap upon our shoulder, finger poking, smile sly. Like pregnant moments muscling to the fore you...

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Pretty Knockout The woman's a pretty knockout her presence fills the room She has an air about her, and all about her drool. Her hair is long and shiny, its like a cloth of gold. Her eyes shine like emeralds, A smile that makes you melt. Her face has features that bewitch, enchanting, exotic, like a rare orchid. Sponsor Julia Ward. Date 1/8/2018....

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I hope you are watching, because you are not The type with window panes, winter sunglasses on Your naked clean eyes, watch for my sort From the heartless gains, on what I own Behind that courtyard, whose pregnant owner The reason we starve, slim and thin Behind that mansion, near my cowshed shelter From the heart I dive, some sympathy to win When...

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O-ne R-ound L-oss A-gainst N-o D-efeat O-pponent Topic: Poet (Orlando Belo) Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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My parents were far from preachy. They went to church separately and I went to the children’s service separately as well. But as a family we went to many Irish wakes that enabled me last New Year’s Day to look death in the eye when my daughter died after a long fight to live. I’m old enough now to listen...

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Life will knock you out If you don't see it coming Block,duck,dodge,K.O....

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He stood in his corner, waiting to start, I was going to make this a work of art, He swung a punch, and I blocked it well, Then I punched him, with the force of hell! At the end of the round, we both sat down, He was worn, and starting...

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