Pokers Poems - Poems about Pokers

...Pray, my lord, says the priest. ‘Tis sweet balm for the soul, and he, he sees yours- Lord, I hope not- you think. ‘O! there are spirits of the air!’ a poet will write centuries after they give yo......

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...The blindfold slips away under currents of corrosive tears Shadows line myopic eyes in blistering haze Cataracts melt sightless accusations and brooding incisions A flickering candle waxes......

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...Words in italic by Angeline Lim Words in regular font by Timothy Hicks Hydrangea blues blooming in seven colors versatile at heart Storm clouds in a tantrum and yet t......

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...Constructive conflict Summer of red hot pokers Being wrong is right......

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...Hydrangea blues blooming in seven colors versatile at heart Storm clouds in a tantrum and yet the rainbow Gently wipes away a facade ......

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...Inglenook She, the face in the embers, The remnants of a raging fire, Smoulders like a cigarette Between lips of lustful desire. Where men stoke in gay abandon, Pokers hot as blacksmith......

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...Through the cracks in my paving I'm growing lemon thyme The rosemary I'm saving In my cooking will taste divine. Apple mint and dill, Parsley and chives Basil and coriander, Oregano and sage ......

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...crackling within the core deeply burning penetrating agony torturing hell pulsating burns letting loose in a broken heart blinding weakness hatred falling inflicting torture hounds of hell howling u......

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...This world in a state of confusion upside down in no mans land love eternal flame hopes candle blossoming red flames on fire with the rays a setting sun Burning deep hot pok......

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...FLOWERS' SECRET DESIRES Buttercups want to slim down their cholestrol with a diet To become low-low cups, they wanna try it Sunflowers want to stop turning after the sun And feel free to loo......

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...The grower's child and the picker's child want to run away They want to go to Duluth, the most exotic place they know We fear he'll get amoralous and ruin us, ruin us Here the rain is falling, str......

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...From jokers to aces...shooting sharp arrows of anger at Gods shepherds and His sheep With perditions plots and plans...with a million madness minds... STILL OUR FAITH IT KEEPS US FREE Jokers...l......

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...The Devil got the sack last week He’s feeling at a loss For several thousand years now He’s been in charge, the boss The new man’s changing everything Hired a whole new team The place is so mu......

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...My idea of Hell is not that of demons with red-pokers, emerging from hot flames... as Dante's Inferno; this is the harshest punishment! Shouldn't all persecuted people have initiated a cru......

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...Your words are like red iron pokers, Poking my heart ‘til I learn. Though the argument was yesterday, My heart still feels the burn. The blow you give with your words, Fills my heart with gore......

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