Picked Poems - Poems about Picked

A bowl of Fruit sits A smiling orange and a bruised one Both yearn to be picked Both yearn to be loved A hand reaches for the fruits The smiling orange wins Nails puncture the skin of the fruit Its sour juice drips like rain its smile shines The bruised orange...

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Fruit that’s ripe is easily picked from a tree but things which are forbidden are not free. _____________________ ...

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wild flowers growing in meadows ...

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By the time I met her, I no longer cared what might occur. Having grown weary of romance, I was reluctant to take another chance. Romantic encounters had left me uninterested. That is, until that Sunday I was arrested; Arrested and captured by a beauty in the pew. There was something about her that was new. I watched her more than just a...

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by tongs ready set a melt down I hate it...

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A dazzling forest of an armpit By watchers paired up with cesspit, A moment's confirming touch of this By much displeased hell - raising Doris, Sure it would puncture Marital Bliss And all day keep her courting a hiss; More so, her unhygienic Elvis; Issues has with The Vilest Pelvis... No longer The Forgiving Girl friend, She is now seeking its abrupt end: Not the...

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I went off to Las Vegas for some berry On to some fun times ... not to get bury Perhaps wide eye a show, and sight see Not end up at the bottom of the blue sea The voice of the red devil said, why not And like every sap, I was tied into a knot All it took were...

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A shiny forest of an armpit By Ninety-Five percent a cesspit; A quick verifying touch of this By Ridiculed Christopher Elvis Also brandishing a moist pelvis, For long months now excused by Doris His Understanding, Hopeful Girlfriend But clearly seeking its abrupt end. Anew, Elvis investigative finger Goes for The Sticky Feeling that would linger, His Poor Hygiene Principal Bell Ringer And Change-for-the-Better Soft...

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The watusi came into my life when I wanted to be down She shook her bootie and promptly turned me around. I did not want to buy in, so she tossed me on the ground. Then began playing a jazzy up-beat kind of sound. Stop it! I yelled with a glower; my face horribly frowned. She laughed with delight and...

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Easily with our ears picked But mostly with our Feet kicked: A skirting round a dance floor Back and forth its entrance door. No sooner by cochlea’s filtered Than it is by lips uttered And by the hands gestured, As swinging them is nurtured: Corrupted hips in a non-stop undulation, Fantasizing eyes, a ceaseless dilation Every second impressing Rotational Speed Little or no restraint to heed. A...

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Being Picked On? Written: by Miracle Man October 6, 2021 Unfortunate things happen, to each, in life, but are never sent our way to punish us. They're to test our faith and will make us stronger, and that, dear reader, I consider a plus. Our first impression shouldn't be, “oh, why me,” and blaming God should never be in our thought. Both good and...

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“The songs are casual and careless in a satisfying way, like the used condom your latest lover left lying on your bedroom floor, a souvenir you’re not yet ready to dispose of.” Candy Cotton, Modern Woman’s Advisor “Their lyricism is incredibly lean, There’d be a whole other side of bacon you’d have to fry before there’d...

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“Physics asserts that there are four fundamental forces: electro-magnetism, gravity, and the strong and weak nuclear forces. These gentlemen have made a compelling argument for the existence of a fifth, desire.” Dr. Howard Pollison, National Physics Review “Stumbling upon this remarkable production was like mistakenly walking in on a stranger’s wake; I couldn’t just turn around...

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The following is a collection of selected critiques of the work of Zoltan Goliath and Otis Trench from a variety of media outlets. The views expressed therein are entirely unsolicited, uncompensated and unexpurgated, representing the opinions of the individual reviewers. “Neo-Classic Burlesque? Retro-Vaudeville? They should bill themselves as The New Originals. Their lyrics are gospel...

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As I lay there blossoming in the sun, amongst all my friends and family oh so eternally grateful we are, for all of its shine. its hard not to adore the cool breeze that makes the leaves whistles and bells chime.  Everything could have just, frozen in time. But there she was walking down the way, with the...

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