Loaded Poems - Poems about Loaded

Loaded Potato I’m not talking about food Just people in general No accountability No responsibilities Actions that affect others around you Poor choices Always excuses Putting the blame on someone else Like a loaded potato Two many toppings Always lying Always running away Always arguing They want their independence With no life experiences Always rebellious...

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How many will stand up for their Faith when the devil gets his grip agendas change There is nothing but control over certain rights in mind, body and broken spirits deluded by false humility Take a good hard look at yourself fake or real certain symbolic gestures like pretending to care about welfare at...

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When I arise in the morning, after “Thank you, God!” I often ask, Am I fully loaded for this day to meet and complete my many tasks? Have I spent the necessary time in thoughtful contemplation, And calmed my overactive mind with deep yoga meditation? Am I free from negative, nagging dark moods and fitful emotions? Can I rise to...

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I Wear My Gun Easily, Loaded Well At Night I meet my sacrifice with ample gratitude Although with muted tongue, my ghost sings loudly That crystal indifference soothes my attitude None sing romance so damn righteously or proudly Although never crowned prince nor pauper I be My fighting sword and armor is polished gold Sail I my ship and crew across dark,...

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Put on a brash label That a collector's get moist Upgrade his shelf level Nevermind the cracked old vinyl voice One of the four divisions Spend bread when it meets the eye the same scan with precision Just those loaded images don't satisfy...

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Loaded Guns. . Windblown flosating discarded carrier bag On an empty city street The eerie silence of a ghost town No mass of people and pounding feet . Rows of abandoned shops boarded up And closed down Rats breed like rats And in daylight as night Crawl around . The steam that used to flow with traffic Now empty and dried up Like the bars in which We used to sup . Broken...

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sexy lips with a taste of wine a twist of beer- engaging large truck 8/24/2020 Flirt With Me Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Bobby May...

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The barrel is oiled and it’s ready to go, ammo’s in the magazine ready to flow Universal cover mode, unsure who will show Finger on the trigger now, I’m ready to blow True to my sights so don’t show your face I see you in the shadows now, full of disgrace hiding in a basement cause you know I’m an ace Running...

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"We were cocked and loaded," Trump said* His face turning orange then red For Donald was tardy To Kavanaugh's party Since Iran fixed his squeaky bed *Proof that Trump hears only what he wants to hear...

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This vexing pencil in turgid fingers I gracelessly hold Sorcerer's lead conjures up casuistic captions, fools' gold My peripatetic purple pen winks at my commands Dancing to a distant drummer on sun-scorched parchment sands A cunning keyboard mocks me, in cast-iron briefcase locked Contrarian bent, loaded for bear, at my Muse pointed and cocked What...

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loaded full of crap not nearly enough powder ...

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She is Trouble, but she does not want to be. She is a Loaded Gun, That desires to protect. But everyone who handles her keeps tilting her in angles that point her straight at their heads....

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My pen is loaded and I'm not taking any prisoners I've been held hostage by depression for too long, so I'm sorry for not having many visitors I've been going through it, and have spent many nights fighting But now I'm back with a pen that's as powerful as a punch from Mike Tyson I'm the...

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loaded silence cocked and fired Published in Bottle Rockets Press #47 Posted on September 1, 2018...

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Is your mind in the gutter, full of what you shouldn't utter? Or perhaps it's your conscience which eats you alive with slanderous nonsense-- about your ex, matters of sex, or your neighbor's pecs? Heh-heh, join the club, bub. You're not going to drown in this tub --Glub, glub, glub-- You won't necessarily be snubbed Or...

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