Pickaxe Poems - Poems about Pickaxe

...The Grind In Gielinor's realm, where legends reside, A hero emerges, with nowhere to hide. From Lumbridge to Kharazi, a journey untold, With pickaxe and sword, a story unfolds. The grind is ......

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...What love embodies is set in stone Only a pickaxe can break What's truthfully there, damage prone What the heart wants is stuck with a stake Maybe I’m the pickaxe who destroys all love But I wil......

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...Top of the world, Ma — See those little fingers down there? Those tiny rivers runnin’ thru the valley — You fall, you won’t be repaired Gimme pickaxe, gimme rope-ladder Gimme both McKinley an......

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...As if by other ears, you hear the trees cracking, a black ice splitting the sky, a pickaxe laying bare night’s white bones. Sleepers arise still dreaming of such things. A cave, and inside......

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...12/26/21 Time I make a splash Got to fulfill important tasks Can't rely on hiding behind masks It won't always be what you asked Staying intact or full of bug splats Broken and cracked wi......

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...Teach them just enough words to know a pickaxe from a pencil…. just a few practical words for practical applications, not too many, otherwise they might turn into poets, and god-knows we don’t ......

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...Teach them just enough words to know a pickaxe from a pencil…just a few practical words for practical applications, not too many, The chimps could build dog kennels for dogs, shelves for ......

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...In all honesty I believe Love is actually blind That she lost her road And headed straight Into the mess, she lays in today I hope we all find her, bathe her and clothe her Cos she's really a ......

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...We should teach the chimpanzees to read the names of certain things. Objects like tools for instance then label the tools: hammer, saw, axe, screwdriver etcetera, then screws and nails. Teach......

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...Though dormant, your strengths are still present... within the silky staircase of God woven DNA. Just peel away layers of perceived weakness climb through the fiery muck and mire... through acidi......

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...Miss Andry, you are truly a mystery. You have Revealed yourself as Artemis and Lady of Ephesus to Many. Miss Andry, you're mother nature that Roars like a lion and your voice thunders time after ......

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...MOUNTAIN I used to be stable, ......

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...i represent an invisible wall to you everytime you walk by i wish i was a magician only for you everytime you walk by i would create the most amazing art for you everytime you walk by ......

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...The Burial, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s sonnet : L’Enterrement I know nothing as gay as a burial ! The grave-digger who sings with his pickaxe in bright thrill The church bells from afar reverber......

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...Marcus Mosiah Garvey arose from a little town, yes my lord A Leo lifting Harlem, kingdom bound, yes my lord Resuscitated religion around the black man’s looks, yes my lord Cuddling pickaxe, hoe, a......

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