Poke Poems - Poems about Poke

Pinch me, poke me I still dream Poets rattle Every ream Words don't fail me As I fall I want to capture Love, is all Blank page Staring At the start Composition of the heart Blues and blacks They flutter by Angel's wings Ooh.. butterfly Nighttime thoughts Longing morns Aching words Birdsong dawns They all inspire A bit, it's true But in my dreams My dear, it's you ...

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Loyal companion carved from a sturdy oak. This eternal gratitude will never be revoked. You've been there for me more then some human folk. I think I may be in love with you and that is no joke. Please stay by my side until the day I croak, if perchance we come upon a very nasty bloke, I will turn you upside...

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So many nice views in wild, Beautiful natural things. I dislike that kind of poke Could not smell scents From this mobile screen ...

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pink dot in the air small rose on the tall branch sways a poke of beauty Heidi Sands 6/13/22...

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Would Poke Than Provoke Until Broke had heard when they poke potential was to provoke would do until broke we read about Jobe was wild when he wore a robe earing in each lobe (in room had a globe) had been cynical when war was political am hysterical often obsequious he had been called hibiscus presumed promiscuous would wear uniform which always did keep him warm protect in a storm found dog...

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never poke a sleeping bear he may be playing possum waiting to turn you into a morning snack quite awesome who can calculate the cost of any scratch without putting a value on the itch it has to match could one hand do it all alone or must it join the other to match the width and breadth of the itch it has to cover or...

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What are we doing? What have we become? We are told to line up and get a free shot. Why? Are we doing this because it is a free shot? Freedom isn't free Freedom is about personal choice Have we forgotten this choice so many have fought and died for here and around the world? We must study and remember the past Or we...

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The bigger the government, the smaller the men None smaller than Obama, Trump, or Joseph Biden Give me a land where men breathe deep, proudly stand Not, cog-like, bow to Amazon, Google, or Mar-a-Lago Land...

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The calendar says April But it’s winter once again, Although the bulbs are up and bears Have likely left the den. I bundled up to take my walk With scarf and gloves and hood, Not attired for the season As I would have thought I should. It’s a poke by Mother Nature, A reminder we should not Get complacent for what we...

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Prancer gave Dasher a poke It was so hard that he had to soak His ribs were still sore As he heads to the door He pranced to the song, backstroke...

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Inspirational beauty, comes to life every spring. The baby birds in their nest, to their mothers still cling. The hibernating bear, still asleep in his den. Will soon wake up cranky, so we'll let him sleep in. Many creatures of beauty, some big and some small. They thrive in the forest, well into the fall. The bunnies and squirrel, the lark...

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Salat Days by Michael R. Burch (dedicated to my grandfather, Paul Ray Burch Sr.) I remember how my grandfather used to pick poke salat ... though first, usually, he’d stretch back in the front porch swing, dangling his long thin legs, watching the sweat bees drone, talking about poke salat— how easy it was to find if you knew where to...

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Someone tell me something give it me a direction please I’ll buy it on the internet if there’s any free release Shiny,shiny glitter me tell me something please tell me what must I be necessity this silence is blinding me and reprint me the receipt Send me fusion flicker screen and all those other more important things my life can be wrapped in cellophane if delivery is...

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Some people like to poke Other people, they think it's a joke If you poke back They give you a smack Another friendship goes up in smoke!...

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Machines are humming. The rooms are stark. Whitest of the whites with a touch of slab. I am talking about the slab they use When they insert you into the CAT machine. Have you ever had a pelvic CAT scan? I do not think so. So I say No. I have been okay all day. Looking forward to relief. Then they mention...

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