Kryptonite Poems - Poems about Kryptonite

Kryptonite

Large buttered popcorn 
biscuits and gravy with hash browns
monsters
caffeinated pop 
pot of coffee with cream
 everyone has their kryptonite 
what's yours?

Avoiding Kryptonite

"He who looks outside, dreams. He who looks inside, awakens."
                                             

Her Kryptonite

She feels it again.  The hooks try to grab her again they try to drag her under. The brown eye girl fights it. She tries not to look around her town everything reminds her of him; It reminds her of the man she once loved. The church down the street where they met and

Kryptonite

you knew the feeling of weakness,
the tremble of your famished body,
the restless mope of a spirit,
groveling tired thoughts.
but then. . .

you laid eyes upon him,
you discovered another weakness,
fustigated with heart palpitations,
insides nerved with desire,
languid with infatuation.

a predilection of the soul,
your heart unwavering with love,
for he who made your body weak
makes you drown in exuberance too.
heart

My Kryptonite

I saw you and immediately knew you were different, you had changed within months after you left 

a cycle repeats as you enter and return to my life, each time breaking me more than the last

Of course, I always give in because my heart simply crave for yours 

if only you felt the same

Music

My kryptonite is music 
So much so that a teal tune
sticks in my head all day
until I hear another to replace

I find music in everything
the way the phone rings
how red tea kettle sings
the beat of a flat tire
the crackling of a blue fire

Music in even your snore
funny how you choke stop and hop to a

My Kryptonite

"A Cemetery Tale "

I stay away from the cemetery at night for that is where he lives 
I call him the Demon head, and he has horns  of alabaster calcite 
every time I visit my friend's grave, I always break out in hives 
cuz he is always there shedding his horns, all through the

The Uncanny Stranger

The stranger is strange, pariah, leper sounds offbeat,
 Neither truculent, nor relevant, all destined to encounter the doomed relic;
The bizarre outlander, alien to stimulate the instant pulse-beats!
The uninvited hobnobber, one despises to welcome in routine frolic.
The stranger is unsolicited, the object of latent fear,
As strange may be the ways of the unbidden ones' intentional cares!

Deep Beneath the Ocean

The azure ocean, home to the embedded enormous incomprehensible riches of mysteries and riddles,
More than the Mars, lies unfathomed, underneath the conundrum of oceanic colossal rhythms. 

From the The Milky Sea Phenomenon, a sight captured as bioluminescence illusion,
The Purple Orb of the ocean floor of California and the Baltic Sea’s anomalous puzzles,
Like the alien spaceship

My Kryptonite

My Kryptonite

  Sweet tooth is the sweet truth of mine.
  And my kryptonite! Any time, day, or night.
  I know, this is wrong, not right.
  May be termed as vice!
   But to me perfect and nice.

   Sweet attachment inherited from my father
   Transmitted to all

Your Kryptonite

I hate that you fight me
While your eyes shine brightly
Acting like I can’t see
That you still really love me

Your mom says that she see’s it in your eyes
Claiming that you hate me
When really, it’s all lies
Even your dad knows, it’s no surprise

When I’m in your sight
Everything feels just right
I become your dream knight
That’s why I

My Kryptonite

Shyness, more than usual, had been my core kryptonite!
Innocent me! Like a panda bear, in my boyhood! Bright!
Girlish, the grown-ups crowned me! An inauspicious floret!
Praying: May boldness breathes in me by the Holy Spirit!!

Youthfulness, like a peacock, expressed blissful boyishness!
Cherished, as in a colorful garden, in joyousness!
There entered, as though foul eagles, the puritan grown-ups!
Blowing

My Kryptonite Is Popcorn

When dieting, I’m rarely weak. In fact,
I’m Batgirl strong – resisting the allure
of sweet desserts. I’ve never been attacked
by chocolate hunger pangs. I’ve got the cure.
I give myself allowance every day
to taste a little bit of things I crave
since deprivation is the surest way
to get a Superhero sure to cave.

But don’t let popcorn anywhere near

My Kryptonite

From the ages of five to fifteen, I was abused at home, bullied, and harassed at school, and was, generally unhappy most of the time. During those same years, I was dealing with the sickness and death of my mother. Graduating from high school, going away to college, and eventually enlisting in the military service,

Pain - My Kryptonite -

Pain has never scared me 
The chance of a cut or scrape never once made me wary
Watching the blood rush to the surface following a freshly scraped knee
When I was little, first intrigued me 
As time moved on pain took new forms
Evolving from nicks and bumps to aching emotional sores
Though the threat of a new

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