Lick Poems - Poems about Lick

A silver spoon or a knife They are both made out of metal One showed strife The other one disguise as a skettle The edges are sharp, the wounds are real But they don’t hurt as much as feeling unlovable “I’ll do anything for you “ is all i want to hear It got me doing the unthinkable I would...

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As I walk the beach, I ask what will you teach? The waves lick my feet, with a white foam so sweet. Sand promises to do and see, is this the magic key? I look back to see my footprints, cool and refreshing as a mouth full of mints. The sand of tan and water so blue, your promises were always new....

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The witching hour draws near (whatever that implies) Your breath reeks of stale beer I cringe when you ask me for a kiss (from my virgin lips?!) ~...

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Gotta get out and about I’m gonna lick this lethargy What’s holding me back is an utter lack of energy No pep talks, coffee, drugs ...

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politics is strictly for hicks in French Lick ______________________ population: 1,720 (2020) 1807 (2010) ...

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You end up Enjoying and loving it so much You are willing to Scratch away And lick at it Like Catnip Chocking you on furr ball's Stuck permanently in your throat Like the worst kind of chest infected phlegm You will never forget always remember Like people of old who used to smoke coughed The way one day you may yourself End up as...

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Legend of goat man of pop lick trestle prominent in the stories of mountain folk blue grass anomaly seen by a few chilling bluegrass spotters who become hypnotized some local hillbillies affected jump off the trestle landing a hundred feet below on sharp gravel terrifying to passengers of oncoming train he uses voice mimicry to lure many to their deaths common story in...

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A lady who shops at the mall Bought a bra a wee bit too small Because she has more Her cups runneth o'er The Pride goeth before a fall...

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Something about paint I absolutely adore!~feeling more fluid-thinking when wearing an old smock, branded with dashes and blobs, to my mind each one a stripe of rank with starry splashes my medals – like coral reefs like florescent algae a new canvas primed, runny with liquid motion; I thrust my igniting brush...somewhat sad when all is dried and framed; yet the good...

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Another afternoon of horrid heat. I need to chill with sweet ice cream. Homemade, with ripe strawberries. Hand churned takes time, but it's the best. My tongue will lick the paddle clean then I'll put three scoops in a frosted dish. I'm not greedy but can't resist the temptation. So worth the wait and all the cranking labor for such a refreshing dessert! One...

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dog sits on my lap licking my face and my ears now I've had my bath...

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Some Babycham and Irish Mist May smooth the way to being kissed Score one for Mabel Under the table Though it looks like she kissed and missed . . . ....

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I have always lived in this house. Yet, these floors I don’t seem to remember. From parlour to pantry there were once rugs from Persia and Minton tiles of cherry in the halls. Now the boards are decayed and rotten and I can see the earth and worms through splintered holes. These walls make me shudder and cringe. From skirting to...

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Biting my paws as my other leg goes Snufflle turns to insect hunt A noise deserves a bark She moved i have to follow Turn and turn Perfect position found sprawled on ground Chasing everything in my dream a whine before a gentle hand gives comfort a lick retort...

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autumn ~ a rose licks the frost off the wind...

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