Marks Poems - Poems about Marks

The one true Church established by Father Christ is the Roman Catholic Church It is the Church which our Divine Lord started when He picked the 12 Apostles And made St. Peter as their head We know that the Roman Catholic Church is the one true Church established by Father Christ Because it alone has the mark...

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He’s in the mountains, and the seas He’s in the silence and in a gentle breeze He’s in the music and in a heart who believes He’s in the story of love amid rustling leaves He’s in the wonder of autumn’s crisp smile He offers His precious love to the Jew and Gentile He’s the One I cling to when I...

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I'm a woman now. I have means to be mean and get away with it. He died—too fast for my liking. I’d already hired a detective, ready to face it— or at least harass the details of the since-me life he must have lived. I've never spoken about it, the last...

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Monstrously Machievellian Demonic pedagogic Ominously Orwellian Demagogic logic Fools’ Musk-ovite mules Zuckerberg zeitgeist heist Dickensian dystopia rules Google last post bugle Fossil fuels myopia drools Bellicose Bezos blows Bro-ligarchy mates’ malarkey Unions demonstrate Amazon defenestrate Hades Gates hierarchy Murdoch foxy skulduggery Poxy TikTok runs amok Crass puns..shock thuggery This lot don't give a jot . Bitter sh**ter Twitter Greedier needier seedier The death of mass media X marks the spot! ...

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X-Marks-the-Spot is a tickling game Which is traced upon someone’s bare back. In childhood, we played it and often it caused A goose-bump filled giggling attack. My kids got the treatment when bathtime arrived And my grandson when he was a tot, But it’s been a while since I’ve gotten the chance To engage in some X-Marks-the-Spot. Yet I came upon Henry, eleven...

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The Painful Memory of Love The painful memory of love, The treasures that I have kept in my heart. Love is one of those. Love is a beautiful yet painful feeling in the world. It abandons those who trusted, And devastates those who loved unconditionally. It leaves scars that never heal, And ashes that once were those who loved. The two aspects of love...

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bear tree lean urinates territory marked...

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Some cats mark their territory with claw marks Shredding your couch, putting gashes in your vinyl seats. Other cats leave strong urine in their zone, a warning to others to “keep out!” My own cat uses her spray paints and paints murals Some call it graffiti, I call it "aggressively territorial”....

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"Show me your marks, my dear.", he asked his son, Having not even passed his subjects one. "Dad, I got zero in math Following your trodden path", The son replied hiding his feelings none. ...

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Love souvenirs written on skin...

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You could've just drank whiskey like a smart man Drown your sorrows in enough beer to drown a fish Smoked enough cigarettes to burn your house down Taken a walk Pull up your mask and walk in for the day Listen to the lost and damned wail once more Bite your lip and try not to cry Hide those hesitation marks from...

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Marks, Marks, Marks Haunting me around like a group of sharks A 2 or 3-digit number that my parents think will decide whether I'll become a doctor or a plumber For me my marks are decent But for my parents, they are horrifying and unpleasant My marks will decide whether my house will be a flower bed or a coffin made for...

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Even a pencil eraser can't erase the marks you've left on my heart...

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The marks. So deep, but not lethal. So fresh, but barely bloody. So painful, but feels oh so good. The sting, so bad but so calming, it actually makes me happy. Just three small lines. Not much, but enough. Not messy, but so apparent. The little, but horrible sting. It's numbing. It makes the voices quiet. As long as there's pain, the shouting is silent. As long as there's...

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New marks over old scars Reminders of past mistakes And the present ones likewise Red marks next to pinkish scar tissue Painful reminders made permanent on skin Each type and shape, of a different experience All bringing about feelings of numbness The pain no longer hurts you anymore All you feel is a high like rush Before crashing down into darkness Everything becomes nonexistent around...

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