Prickly Poems - Poems about Prickly

Spirits of the woodland deep. Gather, please, at gate. Shadow, dark fire, through me seep! Hummingbirds can hate! Where the prickly pear was grown? Deep beneath a lake. Where the angry god was thrown? Someone made mistake... There to build, O pyramid! Tumble down the step. Deterrence means getting rid? Soldiers, step with pep. Stars above the forest? From heaven, do ye swing? Harpsichords, harpy, ne'er rest. Sight-line, foe to...

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Lost libido as rez erected cockamamie Shtrungool haint no prickly fallacy The following pastiche poetically pricked prick, whereby fantasy courtesy Eros (????) cow licked country bumpin videlicet hick bullied who consider me on account of a dinky dick. Me primate chronological adolescent and emerging adult age evinced no whoa Biblical flood thru microsoft billeted gates bursting viz Dickensian fleshy prickly sticky stub, though smallish - male...

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Old joke: How do porkypines mate? Very carefully. The porcupine's a modest And mostly solitary beast, Akin to capybara and to beaver, Though in size he is the least. He rarely gets invited To a bar-b-que or feast, But long as he's not on the menu, He doesn't mind it in the least. He'll never write his memoirs, Although of stories there's no lack, But penmanship's...

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Pins and needles sewn across the bed In threads of yellow-brown and rosy red Stitched across my sheets, embroidered to my bed and pillow Eye to eye with pins and needles, a prickly pair Pinned to my bed and pillow, they lay bare The prickly pair, they stare and glare Their eyes, like needles, pierce the air Embroidered to my bed and...

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Methinks muss elf akin to a cold prickly... being analogous to a limp biscuit viz wussy wonky willy, yet back in the day rolling in hay worm may at large cavorted frolicked, and idealized as a warm fuzzy. Though aforementioned title slightly risqué and silly, yours truly dwells in Schwenksville, approximately an hour drive northwest from Philly, a geographic enclave flush with seeds of life and White Lily hometown of mine...

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He ain’t prickly, he’s my brother I said. Full of quills though, right? Asked my neighbor Fred Not awful, tolerable actually, cushy even, This was thrown in by my best friend Steven. You mean you ride on his back? A little one queried. Yes I said, and I am not one bit worried. He is young, so his quills are not...

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Prickly Feet. Along they scurried, with their prickly feet, Across the grass, quick as a heartbeat, Into a huddle, the pointed noses went, For the meal, at her door, they assent. Little grey noses, sniffing all around, It was the dog's food, they had found. To get there first, they did aspire, Before Mr Fox came out of the mire! Not many, of us...

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Over, once lacey, denim skies Prisms catch me In the symmetry of your eye The transcendental curve Isn't going to let me hide In these waves, so high We couldn't stifle their collapse Is there something left to grasp? Because I'm ripping at the edges Only sucking up the gaps I need these loops To follow through But Mobius is grinning And I'm just spinning Flicking, spitting Seeking, sick...

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If anyone supposes That life should be a bed of roses How boring this would be With no diversity Roses have prickles the blossom exposes...

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The preacher preached a fiery sermon. Words penetrating the soul like hot coals on fire. Branding its burning mark of guilt across the hearts Who seek after sinful desires. That scratches the soul like prickly thorns and briars. While Pleasure and temptation tormentingly conspire. To lead you into the pit of fire....

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I glimpsed a funny sight the other day; A cactus with a mindset of its own, Which seeking out a horizontal path With comic singularity had grown. The poet,with a self-reflective eye Considered this quite unexpected course At times she too had wandered from the path And deviated from the true light source. 26.09.20...

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At my friend’s house over dinner I emptied a pickle jar My fickle buds relished infinitum The tickle of sweet and sour Didn’t suspect had a base of rum. Soon the full moon appeared sickle From forehead sweat dripped in trickle It was fruitless to stickle For beyond doubt I was pickled I found prickly me in a pickle. February 21, 2020...

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Tickly Prickly lying on her favorite branch Can hear the large animals tromping through wet leaves Does not concern her in the least It is her autumn day nap, her autumn day nap Tickly Prickly enjoying the sky, On her back, looking toward God’s home Can hear the songbirds trilling their truth Smiles as she sees one, during her autumn day nap Tickly...

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Clustered cactus trees sprawling, reclining in the summer heat where agile pollinators dart among gorgeous silky blooms. Day by day the prickly pear fruit swell and mature. Already the mind conjures visions of red, magenta, pink, yellow and white. thriving on spring rain deep-rooted fantasy mellifluent desires Experience has shown that the best time to pick prickly pears is early morning before the sun’s...

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