Prick Poems - Poems about Prick

A crystal-pin prick at the beginning a monumental vagueness at the end the art of carving peace seems quite lost again in between granite slabs-a tangle of black tragedies and tiny clusters of downy light upon a peaceful being The selfishness of flesh drifting atop the brine in an endless maze of the triggered mind where blue devils tap...

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Life ain't no bed of roses We're not destined to drown in a pit of despair Aguish is unknown until flesh grazes a blade of barbed brair A prickle that pricks A nettle that nicks and stings my gaping gore A scab I scratch and pick My heart...a naked sore The pain of a plant's pike Poison seeping through my pores Miss Ivy takes her effect Toxins...

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Prick to the heart, even shallow is more fatal than a severed knee May 18, 2023...

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Fanny's flirts and flings had found her fickle fame, She couldn't shed her shady shame off her name. T'was more give than take, Yet none for her sake - Till one fond foreplay - Fanny finally came. From there Fanny's fishy repute fell deep down, Far, wide and beyond her native English town. Not the faintest flirt She would ever...

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Prick Of Conscience My conscience pricked me entire day and night, Was my refusal of alms to her, right? Old! Bent! Did she not seem also lacked sight? Pulling on this frail life was her sole fight. Why could I not comprehend her true plight? Was it owing to my deformed insight, To discern con artists from the upright? Why did I...

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Telling people I don’t get it misunderstanding your objective my perception be corrected teaching me when I’m pathetic I thought you were horrible but you say it’s not possible my mind’s become illogical really you were wonderful Oh right then I must be a clown I thought that you had let me down guess I...

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The doctor says I need a shot For something that I have not got The nurse takes aim As if to maim And I should tell them, "Thanks a lot!"?...

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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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always runs from the truth can’t leave well enough alone has no desire to build or create does more harm with a lie than a knife or gun never admits to having horns and a tail filled to the brim with subtext wants others to do the explaining will stab you in gest spends a lifetime trying to prove otherwise finds it feeble to...

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ROSES THORNS BEAUTIFUL PRICK STICKS THE TENDER HANDS--- a rose never stays in the palm of your hand thorns- thorns and needles prick and what’s the logic for something so beautiful held causing hurts- pain stays the thorns in hand pricking needles sticking hands beautiful the plant strings 11/05/18 Written words by James...

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D-ay twenty-six of July, E-arly light starts to ascend; X-factor is the beacon, I-solated raindrops E-nd. C-ry not because of thorns, A-ll in the world are in balance; S-adness or joy, either way I-s in someone's hands. Q-uotes on life are positive, U-ps and downs make one sick; I-n spite of God's blessings, N-ever a...

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It Bothers me To the extent of Causing my breath to quicken itself And having, in my body, loud exploding stars Regretfully, I wish it was a boon from the skies Yet, the deep voice of my soul sings Of sin's Power! 17 June 2017...

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deranged snapshots of reality full-moon's analytical quagmires conceptualizing archetypes, creating art of duplications venturing prickled duplicity, slapped me bout sideways insinuated tacklin' romance, uncompromising twist since you thought me a maniacal ***** took a spin on the wily horizons landed horizontal 'tween thighs 'twas a wee prick of somethin' naught patter of heartbeats, whitewashed the lunacy off my derriere & cleavage attempting to forget the writing on...

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There once was a gardener called Dick Whilst in his garden he thought he was slick When in the shrubs he poses He's so stupid, their Roses And now he's starting to feel a slight prick ....

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In our love darkness fell, Thunder and lightening shook our shell, Fire blazing like in hell, Never knew it was Farewell. Sad as this may sound, Picking myself from the ground, In my search for you I found, You were not around. I then found you to give you the aid you were needing, Like a mothers love to a baby she is...

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