Pumped Up(A) Poems - Poems about Pumped Up(A)

...Something so pure that it felt scars of the past! Betrayal from others is what they felt! As it looks at it gift they pontificate whether they can give the gift its needs. The gift is happy and do......

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...Comfort wrapped in a blanket of security Never fearing the chance of brutality Only a freedom granted to those with fair skin Greeted by the warmth of idiocy Building a racist system of legacy ......

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...Modern warriors, They fight for the home plate. The bat and the ball, is what decide their fate. The people are pumped, and they all yell and cheer. In front of thousands, the heroes with no f......

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...In life we find thrill, chills and vains of nerve Dreams of believers as high as sky eyes Like climbing mountain, loose stone, slide to next grab We stumble, occasional knee drop to ground ......

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... A lady at a coffee shop was sobbing. Another lady, a Good Samaritan, said gently: May I be of help, madam?” “Not really,” she said, “it’s really nothing. My husband...an accident...this m......

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...Humility is to apologize although it's rejected Showing respect although you're disrespected Being humble isn't something most practice in daily life Most people focus on who was wrong and who wa......

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...In the shadow of Newark’s bricks and bones, Where the pavement hums with moans, Where mothers pray with open eyes, And sons are born beneath gray skies— The blood remembers. The land remembers. ......

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...They said you’d never survive, That there were complications with the pregnancy, They told me it would be painful, Yet they made you stay in my womb. They said there was nothing they could do, ......

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...Do older women wear gloves To hide their wrinkles? Camouflage their age spots? To try to look fancy, dainty or demure? To look feminine? They usually wear pink, white, yellow or light green glov......

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... Engulfed in the smouldering dusk of a fractured nation, A voice claws through the cracks of static screens, And suppressed speakers, A distorted hymn for the disenchanted, A battle cry ......

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... Why has natural human beauty Been deemed as not enough Faces plastered and glued With artificial, unnatural stuff False eyelashes glued on The length of camels plus some Faces orange ......

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... an erotic bike ride as we rode along, she said she wished that she was my bike that she liked how i pedaled and i turned to her and said, i wished......

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...My heart bled and writing was an open wound As words poured out in hemorrhaged pleadings No suture or hemostat clotting their flow The nearer the end the harder it pumped In gushing ......

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...Give me a push the faerie said The lion laughed He remembered the last time he had pushed her She had fallen out and her wings had torn off I do not have a light touch, he told her Pump your f......

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... Water was sacred either as a shower squirted out of a sprinkler on the backyard lawn to run through and cool us on hot summer days or splashed from a font when making the sign of the cros......

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