Pricks Poems - Poems about Pricks

My hands hold the bars I’m a good prisoner Hoping to be let out for good behaviour Head down not meeting my jailers eyes At night when the lights are off When the moon is in the sky When men cough and moan in the darkness I reach through the bars towards the stars My finger traces that golden orb My mind explores pin...

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It was not the first time, nor would it be the last, but who's elated about ...

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My Loudest Feelings It pricks my pores Makes me red like glowing charcoal. My tear glands could not stop reminding me of its nature. That feeling I thought as much Love hit my heart Its prints left stitches. I could not bear it Each time my heart beat of jealousy. The only cold I felt Where the breeze of my breath. Like an African woman...

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The shrinking violet has made her way back. for another round of acidic attacks. Blaming the sun for her shadows, the mirror for all her cracks. The mad queen of monkeys, leading a gnashing troop. Tossing stones and madly lashing While slinging vicious verbal poop.... Driving all the flavor from the soup, There she sits atop self-pity hill. Bible in...

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Don’t denounce me when I weep Soaking blows right, left and centre From angled arrows that keep Galumphing near my fort vying to enter The crib the moon loathes Which the venom sunshine can’t sear While sadness bothers To rain pain and fear with the clear Motive to abuse my space and stretch the surface On which horror refuses to die or lie As it...

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The sky has lost its image of beauty, And the fading air is all you can see When the soul of your spirit rest in cave Inside the furnace of terrorism How will you ascend in this graceless base? With this bile intoxicating your heart Rotten mind; a pollutant like strong haze, Bringing you 'tween the bridge of death and...

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a ghost on a wall sigh midnight wind murmurs heart ...

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Dotting about land mines eyes half closed Asleep she seems while walking unto this edge.... Repulsion taking hold fey flags his juggernaut: jostling King snakes slithering past these planetoids searching for her lizard queen ? Demimonde's state of this union's address devil-may-care; and that he does dear dusty Acheron your systematic servitude touch'stone's, tour de force: stigmatic ellipses be...

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Screw google, and their big birds chicks.... Switching gears as her united nations wishing Italy's vatican to change it's stance upon abortion ?...

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The heavens, speckled with small dots of light Sometimes shooting as they pass through the night Many pin pricks scattered throughout the sky Allows spent prowess to pound way up high I delight in the show of sparkling stars All blasts a form shining beyond, so far Master of the lights is the humble moon Covers its fair share of beams like...

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I have left my past long back, To strive to live in present sac, Waiting for future's pack, But my past me pricks me. ...

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I Love the elderly so full of history I love my generation who kept me a mystery I love the children who's future, now bright for I have died for them to capture the light for i understand pain more than ever once I released it the anger got better as it went away from the people and into my music without a single reason to prove it without a reason to...

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