Palpitations Poems - Poems about Palpitations

Would you like to tickle my doodle I'll tickle yours if you also toot my bugle What in tarnation Is causing my palpitations Caused by a game of lacrosse quite brutal...

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It’s Faint Paddies Day everyday, from my oxy scarce commuter view At this Rocky Mountain skin altitude, death is always on the dispatch menu Faint Paddies be sweating onion fear on a ghetto roll Cry babies be diaper blues potty wailing — Siren screams taking an asphalt stroll Smurf Daddies love talking wise guy tough to rearview mirror images of cowering suspects in...

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She has a heart like thunder That boomed conspicuously. A heart so loud, It touched even these faint ears. She helped lead me on a path I didn’t know I wanted to go on. She found in me, Something I never expected to find. She believes in me, More than I can say about myself. But that’s really all I need, A persistent propagator. Because...

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PALpitations Down through the years I’ve had my share Of furry, fuzzy friends Who found the place inside my heart Where unconditional love begins. I’ve seen them born, and watched them die, As grieving tears ran from my eyes. Some I owned - and some owned me – All blessed me with their loyalty. Be it just a precious spotted pup Or cute and...

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How my raw heart raved At the news of your departure For them that can read The sands of a forlorn heart Will the rains ever come again And hover my lover back to me? I groped for the blind guide Swore to fence his inner sight To eternally end his thieving me Of the only pearl That my heart longs to keep: That my...

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Hearts jump faster and faster, The sight of escaping breath And it's all history from here. Hand in hand with the harlot Treading on shattered glass You turn your head away in fear. Elope and never turn back Stowaway in an empty heart And pray for any way out. Fall into eyes of the darkest hole, Wanting and needing forever As hearts jump faster and faster....

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~I’m so romantically inclined Her name is Rosa Marie Ripe as tomato on a vine Voluptuous hips, legs splendidly, reaching always up to hips, you see ~A goddess as a female form Heart’s on fire for juicy tomato Hype of ripe way past standard norm Like an addiction that won’t let go, and whirlwind that just won’t slow ~She sways a ways and...

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