Sad But True Poems - Poems about Sad But True

I was tempted by angels of Addiction and the devil of Alien affection. My dying wish, a dirty martini enema to scour my sanguine soul and write poetry to suit my heralding headings. Leave your dreary dungeon self behind No pain for time served. No time for pain served. Love is all around...

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Sad but true People are quick to judge, they see my tattoos, my personal art on a canvas of what was me before all the crap has drug me down to the deepest the depths, and yet I manage to always emerge from the pain, loss and heartache. The doc says I have PTSD and...

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A Sad But True Thought When racing world pales deep, its darkness takes first stage evil parades as good, soon becomes all the rage. When humanity walks blind, rather than open eyed graveyards will fill with those, that far too early died. Robert J. Lindley, 5-17-2018 Quatrain, ( World Racing Headlong Into The Dark Abyss)...

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I was only two steps away, Looking down and shakeing my head, So close to reaching the top, But I had to slip and fall instead, All the way back to the ground, After working so damn hard, Now I'm debating on getting up, Maybe I'll just stay here and guard, Guard this spot in my life, I seem to want to be here...

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Hunt all the animals cut down the trees dumped waist in the oceans rivers and the seas. Litter bugs go and vote told to listen while they preach. Taught be a good worker at school if you hear what they teach. Attend your churches confess to ya priest talk to your gods Pray for release. Waiting for...

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(fact none fiction) It's noticeable you like to prey on innocent lives For you are not tough to prey on someone your own size You know the results I noticed it too,of what would become Of you ,if you would of bully those your own size. No part of you would be left standing nor breath. Of course that's why I...

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when you live a thousand lives and been a man to angel to demon to god and back again you'll come to understand the greatest gift is to forget...

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Sad but true. When we all fall down who will catch you? Count the days and praise the one who always prays. The sun is coming down on us hard tonight. When she finally dies her blood will paint the sky with the color called night. Small pin holes called stars...

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