Poking Poems - Poems about Poking

Poking holes, In the shadows, A tiny light starts to grow. Darkness, Running from its Glow. Its a slow process, There is no contest Light dawns on darkness, adding to its conquest. There to reveal, To show whats real. Illuminating the Fear, Hiding anywhere. So we can be Aware, That it's there. And rise above, Shining Bright, Love wins its fight. Poking holes in the shadows, Brightening tomorrows, Lightening the sorrows. Spreading as it goes. Sharing what...

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I have a rifle, you have a double-barreled shotgun - you're just old fashioned that way. The cat, the black and white cat, is watching everything from the barn. I am just letting you know that we don't have to fight it out like this, even though your fence-line is clearly 2 inches over my spread! The cat is considering moving to town. Why don't...

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What kind of horrible thoughts run through fogged brains when they lay down to sleep and instead of sleeping, they begin to weep? What kind of humble thoughts and serene feelings shunning worries enter the peaceful mind of a meek when he prays and suddenly falls asleep? What kind of glorious dreams does one perceive when an image appears? Would he stick to the...

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He was the kind of guy who overreacted Frenzied over nothing, played devil’s advocate And revved up every meeting by poking the bear. Other employees either loved or hated him. There were almost no gray feelings about Sam. He was a hero to those who loved drama. The workers who felt uncomfortable with heated exchanges, Tried their best to bow out of...

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growing up with this plant yet never knowing what with this plant i could have been doing all along medicinally magically so now i find by happenstance a bird that ate a berry that flew by my house and that at that very moment pooped out a seed and from that grew a now eight foot tall plant that now i'm starting to try to understand and unlike my once Ponce de Leon fountain of youth i will try to drink with grail...

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Nobody wants a well, when there is sadness... A few drops are enough, to bring on rain! The world is full, of sorrow, and of madness! Nobody needs the bottom of the drain... The purists count emPHASis and sylLABles! They like to see beans laid out, in a row! They have no patience with an one, who babbles! Believe the Sun should...

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line angle triangle square curve circle Hemisphere ball water gel mud ground air wind gusting storm light flashes darkness night day comes night goes endless chase around long hair short hair blonde hair girl boys man watching now seeing up seeing down seeing everything nothing turning coming changing truth ending not hidden hiding finding lost forward backwards side ward all pointless musing seeking what lying hiding showing not jumbo mini...

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POKING FUN Pity the plight of the limerick mocking the sight of Tom, Harry and Dick reducing to laughter their before and after bursting the bubbles of needleless pricks. John G. Lawless ©4/22/2019...

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I wish I was a monkey a-livin' in a tree Where if I bit your fingers off Nobody could blame me. You shouldn't poke at monkeys Unless you're a dummkopf Who gets precisely what's deserved, Your fingers bitten off....

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Iv planted up my garden To let nature drift in And slowly it will blossom As if a paint brush has filled it in There's daffodils and tulips That dance In The sun, And little pansies with little smiling faces There's roses and in the air there sweet perfume drifts so far The blue bells that is blue as sky...

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I hold back. Won't say a word. Pretend all you said, remains unheard. Your pleasant little quip played havoc bite upon my lip. So cool, so clever, so curt and comedic created hurt with words encyclopedic. What did you say, it was just fun? Not when you hurt someone. Even words are abusive when the people become exclusive. Closing yourself...

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Remember my temper That kindles in embers My Path of Wrath, A wake of Ash- As I'm boiling at my Center Let hatred flow... My Ire unfolds Lightning crackles- Am free of my shackles- Against my Rage fire is cold! *Any Poem Contest ~JustThatArchaicPoet (Hope we're still cool, Skat. Best wishes) :)...

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