Plot Poems - Poems about Plot

The serpent hissed, on the first day of school, looking around to find a group to poison a group to fool. It's slitted eyes wandered around searching and searching. at last the serpent found, the fools laughing and smiling. The serpent went, its black heart beating with eagerness the smell of innocence. it was addicting. The fools invited the serpent with open arms unknowing of...

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Ordinary days, just like before, No one knows the feeling of being ignored. It's always that one who makes the heart beat fast, In every way, giving the heart a blast. That someone is too far from reality, The impossible hits differently. Too good to be true to notice, Even in the smallest way, there's no space. It’s always you that gives a...

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Hallmark? sappy stories of rich or upper middle-class people starting businesses or trying to save existing ones handsome men and beautiful women newly divorced or never married modern versions of daytime soap operas you may not watch for a month and not miss anything good thing my wife has a television in the guest room downstairs I can watch ANCIENT ALIENS!!!!! ...

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(7 word poem). Netspeak--social or not? Hermits suspect plot!...

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my love life is like a plot in a grand novel, where dawn stands tall, yet dusk must kneel and grovel. each chapter of it dims as twilight nears, unleashing darkness that feeds on the carcass of waning years. yet expectation remains high... ...

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It occurs that safety measures Are more dangerous than dangers Who’ll protect us from security Lives beyond the clouds obscurity God takes ultimate control He’s the One who knows it all Tells that safety measures bit We should treasure in complete Otherwise a little devil Mean old master of the rebel Will set trouble in our minds Thus to evil we’ll abide With God’s blessing...

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My garden plots my demise Haunts me like a living soul The care I give is appreciated, yet expected Each time I weed takes a toll When it's time to prune All hell breaks loose The clods grow stones to throw and wound The ears of corn hear all that I say They stalk me, following every which way The sly potatoes sprout...

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catalyse of chalk circles sooted box, reveals the vortex inside stakes open her eyes pries into her private life draws blood with madness insists a deep cut of ties a...

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We know not wherefrom arises our heart’s muse and to be truthful, there’s no planning involved, as we pen our words, offering no excuse, though writing with the hope that all be evolved, including us as well, a thought that does amuse, since God is incharge, no problems need be solved, so back to the start, in sync with beats of...

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. Puff her cheeks pixie spoke her thick speak's both beg'd and still they...

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I'm waiting for you while I hear the clock I'm waiting for the smiles that you paint in my thoughts I'm waiting while my mind creates a plot where I dig in your heart to see what you are made of. Jessica...

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Don't know how many years I have left Could be one, could be ten, could be twenty Pretty good shape for a man of eighty-nine But I'm starting to think of it plenty It's only natural as you get along in years To start wondering when that day will arrive When your numbers are up, the end of the line No...

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life the main blessing despite pain, grief or stressing seems worth professing what we haven't got drives many human's sub-plot until being caught unthinking chatter caustic words maim and batter reactions matter may not bring relief to become what we believe ethos can deceive immense sense of self placed above everything else brings bad mental health thoughts toss and turning mind becomes lost in churning as past lies burning we know what we...

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Interrogated, tortured And killed (dissolved in acid) Just the way The Government had willed and ordered. An oppositional voice Finally stilled. On the home soil His blood was spilled. Exposing the cruelty of our government And their sick agents Who hatched such a heartless plot....

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Wild Leafs flutter in a hue-laden town, windows creak open, spritely faces gleam, cheerful air burgeoning, no need to frown, sweet fragrant coffee dock, a gust of hot steam, just rejoice as the heavens don their gown Bus stop close at hand, joyous high alert, laughter billows skyward without panic, rainbow veneered archway, daylight concert, broadcast on the pavement, sound of manic, street...

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