Piercings Poems - Poems about Piercings

...The bridge above her nose was pierced, Her nostrils were, as well, With several silver bars laced through, As far as I could tell. Her upper ears both sported studs And wrapped around her neck......

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... twelve of us he choose to paint sons of Jacob in an earthen jar so sturdy plonked us with vehemence directed by neuronal cells skull protecting scrambled delicacy ......

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... Today, we remember the long, scorching march into the tombstone— eyes like oceans, salt pouring from flesh. Today, we remember the cross, 300 pounds heavy, bent and dipped into his head. H......

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...He is seventeen Wears his hair long, in a ponytail, it does not look clean. There are piercings in his lip and his ears. He wears a spider tattoo on his forehead. His mother is horrified. His fa......

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...Even with The cross Around his neck And the childhood Anxiety over An imaginary man’s judgement His thoughts Were more iniquitous Than my own He would delineate the way Showe......

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...You are not allowed to wear short skirts or t-shirt, you wear short skirts and t-shirt, You are not allowed to have real piercings, You wear real piercings. You are not allowed to have a boyfri......

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...PAIN AND LONGING Reluctant wood lay marbled down His spine as His passion extracted His strength in diamond drops daggered my hip pain a micro misplay of that which nailed His truth :......

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...Sometimes I think my friends don't care They say you speak the truth drunk And they never ever sober up And they say I'm annoying as They do stupid and flirt around And I shake my head and ea......

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...His chapstick soft lips Distracted me From the perverse taste Of stale cigarettes He inhaled Between every other word But it didn’t Make my sagacious heart Uneasy He was winso......

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...Bushels of apples are in tubs and bins all over the place A variety of kinds, yellows, reds, none a disgrace We cut out the bad spots and turn them into pie Fresh applesauce smells make the harves......

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...Bushels of apples are in tubs and bins all over the place A variety of kinds, yellows, reds, none a disgrace We cut out the bad spots and turn them into pie Fresh applesauce smells make the harves......

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...Spouse cannot forget mine suppressed flatulence upon our first date While yours truly sat here at the desk housing MacBook Pro, pondering his next idée fixe apropos for gamut of anonymous read......

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...transgender posers pansexual persuaders is it a fashion? is it a trend? like tattoos and piercings? Is everyone going to jump on board the bandwagon? Does saying we are transgender or pansexual......

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...Set in winter white, ice, snow, and cold sunrises with brilliant light clear and bold in pale gray-blue skies of old, a cloudless stretch of shaded pales shadow cast in black sails w......

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...Set in winter white, ice, snow, and cold sunrises with brilliant light in pale gray-blue skies, a cloudless stretch of shaded pales shadow cast in black waiting on the morning; somber c......

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