Prick Up Poems - Poems about Prick Up

Crystal Pin 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

Weeping Wound

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

Prick To the Heart

Prick to the heart, even shallow is more fatal than a severed knee 

May 18, 2023

Fanny and the Prick

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

Prick of Conscience

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

Patronising Prick

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

A Little Prick

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!"?

A Prick of a Poke

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

Prick

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

Roses Thorns Beautiful Prick Sticks the Tender Hands---

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

Never a Rose Without a Prick

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

The Prick

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

Wee Prick

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

Dicks Prick

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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A Prick of a Rose

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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