Pulled Poems - Poems about Pulled

Pulchritudinous virtual crime pulled off without a cocked hitch delivered me back in the dark shadows and the underbelly of the web, where impossible mission to differentiate the outer limits cast by edge of night essentially rendering a twilight zone where obscured criminal activity clear as day in retrospect, versus earlier this month when yours truly gung ho obediently got a...

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ZGlance Phattey is a marvelous movie it has enough equal parts to balance even the most religious or anti religious person or people. People often get tired of the religious reasons for doing or not doing things. I heard "The Baronet and Knight were in dispute due to her belief in a non- sexual relationship be fore...

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2025.4.16 Today, it is my late friend AP's 6th death anniversary. This morning, I visited him And brought with me not only the usual, But three more new items A popular book "The Art of Happiness", A new published "The Holly book of the Foreskin" And a frame of my embroidery work, Consisted of a poem of farewell best wishes, The song "La Paloma"....

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All the fake stunts I pulled, you never bought them, All the cigarettes I rolled, you never smoked them, I need a light in my life to illuminate all the darkness, I need a space to breathe, to heal from the pain that weighs on me. You and I, when we meet, we surpass all expectations, we lose ourselves...

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Some thought just "nonesense" words have been thrown here or there, but his words my ears listened, my eyes attracted, my brain distracted. My soul day by day relaxed. I stood on the stage, with my leggins which were ripped on the thights, but my bright yellowish dress covered it well, I wore it because it was the...

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“And the proud dreaming king who flung the crown And sorrow away, and calling bard and clown” —W. B. Yeats (The Secret Rose) Yeats rambles on; and I say rambles; I can’t make heads nor tails of much; But imagery invites me to lie down On a Celtic blanket, close my eyes And listen For the lips to alliterate, make love. “And the...

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Had a baby at sixteen: was told he was adopted. I spent years searching for him, but, mom and dad lied to me, the baby had died....

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If you real look in his eyes ,   Don't you see the sigh of real  love?    Loving and ready to be with you. ...

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Woke up this morning take awhile for me to sleep last night Sunshine in the morning everythings gonna be alright read the letter you left me don't forget to get the tuxedo and your gown taking off early before evening Me and my baby ggoing out on the town dancing romancing Cuddling up with my Lady We gonna Dance the Night away Dining on the terrence Groove the night away "out in the World" Me and my Lady Kissing and...

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Long for solitude. And still, whose access Lengthy coastline's of sheoke That voice, will, back through Yearningly sombrous, the more Be listened in for. Long for solitude; Cliff top's wave-crasher. Still, which entrancing peace No castaways rue Broke, when on a tide, inland Seen, with you, to stand....

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I pulled my heart out and looked at her. I had never seen her from this angle, She was a child. Hurt and lonely, with tear-stained eyes, only wanting to be held. So, I reached out my hand and held her tighter and tighter until we became one. Until I was left holding myself....

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From the science I finally pulled out, After my homework unleashed a shout: An All-Times The Strangest Graph; To our Physics Teacher, “Perfect Chaff…” And it made the poor gentleman weep; Awkwardly try something like a laugh, His skin beginning to creep; Tried though he to make it cowhide tough… For a whole week, a graph was a...

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12/26/21 Time I make a splash Got to fulfill important tasks Can't rely on hiding behind masks It won't always be what you asked Staying intact or full of bug splats Broken and cracked windshield glass The wings of bats Continuing to flap Before returning to the cave for a nap Out to get snacks Packs of rats Eating trash Watching their backs Looking out for cats And traps In a...

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To my family, I am unembodied. Like a leaf in winter snow, I am hiding, but not rotting. I’d rather be slathered with a powerful waterfall. Instead of pulled from my habitat, in the peak of my thralls....

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I didn’t even know what type of bird it was - when I had to shoot to kill. I left the comfort of my bed on an early Saturday Fall morning to enter the unknown - a nearby forest so that I could hunt with my father. The canopy of trees further reduced the light from the overcast sky. It...

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