Punctured Poems - Poems about Punctured

You are a sniper You gave me equations to destroy the future in pretence I embraced love with fear just to hide from a dark cloud I am not a terrorist with hope in tears flooding my cheeks I was denied and rejected by family my grief and sorrow wisdom abode you made me an orphan in my land how many are you? my heart...

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there was a punctured potter whose wills strained shuffled shudders meagre muds moistened massive moans dark traces drooled, gaunt glows hoisted zeal hankered hampers: eerie efforts pruned pulpy pesters lanky labour leered, futility feigned lame crushed contractions, callous confetti's crave damp death drilled his plague sumptuous suck, nosy nectar's crest potter birthed a son,a generation then another son whilst masticated malady mimicked, poring pawns the keener he...

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pulpy passion pruned by busty boo embroidered with guts scrunching seasonal lust alchemistic aura aided blur bits braided tainted traces tarred toppled through tracks haughty emotions spanked saucy salivic surges squashing vile verses damped desires girly temperate torrent tuning punctured passion puking. 19:11:12:15:20...

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~ Your arrow pierced my heart AND mind ... consider me yours ... and valentined. ~...

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My mother punctured my eyes by a fork, To prevent me to find a jam on the shelf. I could not read tales, but I'm not to squawk Because, I sniff better and hear much well !...

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Oh, rose of needs, I gave you all you could ever dream; Oh, rose of my dreams, I gave you all you could ever need; But as I caressed you, Your thorns punctured my skin; I loved you, However, you broke my illusive dreams, Transmuting to painful thorns That I did not wish; Yet, I will keep and take a thorn To puncture our hearts, Until the...

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Had we but word enough and time This coyness my lady were no crime When she rows her boat down my heart Leaving a track in my shattered soul A track that left us across d road I have been shot by her arrows Now I bleed red milk of grief Sharp pains and profuse bleeding at d pores with dissolution An incarnation...

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Had we but word enough and time This coyness my lady were no crime When she rows her boat down my heart Leaving a track in my shattered soul A track that left us across d road I have been shot by her arrows Now I bleed red milk of grief Sharp pains and profuse bleeding at d pores with dissolution An incarnation...

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Armed at all time, cap-a-pie. leaving no room for tete-a-tete Dwelt amongest enemy and snake when enemy; our land they inevade other, 'r death serves as joy like the death on cross calvary oh! ay, 'r life oft citizen's life we hast forgotten our home Gun bullet o'er our head? 't is either kill or be killed widow turn our women Nay, our children, orphan for...

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I lean my head back Inviting you To come on in And have a little bite Your eyes That were on my face Now fall to my throat You pull me in And hold my shoulders I can feel The cold From your hands Seeping through my shirt Your eyes As black as night Are still on my throat Your head comes To my throat I can feel a sting When your teeth Puncture my...

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What is it to hear a poem? Ears ajar. Eyes focused. Mouth shut. I struggle to listen when such words cut open my head and try to make a nest out of my brain. I DO NOT WISH TO HEAR A POEM! My body jolts under these straps of limitation, tightened by my ability to hear. Why must one be limited to hear a...

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