Metastasis Poems - Poems about Metastasis

...(A lone voice whispers) Did you know that demons prowl like a clan of hyenas while you sleep? They come close, creeping in from the dark shadows and sniffing for the odour of your soul. Th......

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...CANCER It began as a swelling Localized swelling Painless at first Then painful Then came a period of recession Oh! What a sweet relief Wellness reigns again Then again the swelling O......

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... "cancer can attack your body but it cannot touch your heart and it cannot touch your soul and it cannot take away your courage. " Quote _Constance ......

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...Man has become earth's cancer. Beware Of metastasis to other planets! © Demetrios Trifiatis 01 June 2021......

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...She was with me up until What was it? The 37th or 44th visit. A smile. A word. Or two. Time to pee. Fluorescent lights Smiling laughing nurses. Good-hearted. A few dim with their own thoug......

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...Corsican sand on the Rio Grande Simon Bolivar weeps the night asleep Renegade cycles hogs gone mild Gehinnom's Mayor Timothy Leary's child Zebras abound in Peppermint Land Ala......

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...I dread the thought that Man With his thoughtlessness and greed The cancer of our planet has become Thus If other planets he conquers, himself to please Will we be talking about the me......

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...If Man, Life's cancer on earth has become, We have to stop him from reaching other planets For Imperative it is, tumor's metastasis, to prevent! © Demetrios Trifiatis ......

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...Liar, liar, burn in fire corruption is your sire like the metastasis of cancer you are no star though the lights shine on you you're a black hole taking everything into you. Yet, liar, this is n......

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...QUESTIONS 1. Are we the epitome of All creation, The jewel on the crown Of living beings, Or Inadvertently have we turn Into a cancerous tumor that Constantly threatens The i......

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...You are so slimy and wretched. You fill space like lubricated, liquid metastasis, Reaching into the deepest forlorn hidey holes of esteem, Pushing the Sacred, the Connection, the Truth, out and aw......

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...It is the solemn evening song that drifts, into the valley cup, from the saucer of the moon, and spreads in wings of darkness, nightshade breath; arising as molecules of black oil, up from the pit......

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