Noggin Poems - Poems about Noggin

Please pardon mine assertion I dared to surmise familiarity with me, an avid reader and prolific writer (mainly to appease personal pleasure) thus upon embarking upon reaching out, your curiosity piqued. Daily onslaught from schoolyard punkish bullies ace thus, storybooks provided haven to experience liberation cowardice, fearfulness, insecurity low opinion regarding base sic selfhood writ large upon, this then diminutive carapace, I firmly...

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upon one or other posterior cheeks of ma bony derriere no lie, the sharp pain of the needle stoically I bore, while my thoughts adrift upon cerebral raft of mental weaknesses de nigh yule lovely bones epitomized by refusal to eat - no hands could pry jaws of death clutched stranglehold on life without bing shy, heavily impinged...

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In my front yard lives a sycamore tree that of late seems to have it in for me. A pristine giant with a white colored bark that's constantly shedding and falling apart. I've always admired this glorious tree until it began hurling branches at me. It's tree parts keep dropping from one hundred feet. I'm...

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Help me, I’m hopeless Again, I’m feeling distress You won’t knock me down By your frown…your frown… Help me, I’m helpless Again, I’m feeling like a mess You don’t need to hurt me so By your ways of woe…woe… Stream of tears roll down, down My eyes…my eyes…I cry aloud I shake and shake up in this town Stream of hopes and fears seep through the...

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While under the tree the apples bombed him studying while get hit on the noggin tree showed its wrath Isaac tried to do math stumped on the law of gravity problem. 9-27-17...

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So what's in my big old noggin today Fighting it's way to the top I never know where it's heading Or where it's going to stop I'm surprised as much as you guys My fingers just type away No idea where my poems are heading Just trust what I'm going to say Trust that it will all make perfect sense Without using naughty words Sure...

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So what's in my li'l old noggin today Fighting it's way to the top I never know where it's heading Or where it's going to stop I'm surprised as much as you guys My fingers just type away No idea where my poems are heading Just trust what I'm going to say Trust that it will all make good sense Without using naughty words Sure...

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Gazing at the rear of my head Many follicles are long since dead Father Time is always sure to win These naps are lookin' awful thin Shall I shave my dome instead?...

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In my head... the moon is obviously luminous green cheese the man inside looks down and laughs at all us worker bees chocolate flows in a river made by a man with a funny hat Superman saves the day with his friend who looks much like a bat In my head... astronauts soar through space and time to discoveries unknown scientists grow...

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