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Short Deathblow Poems

Short Deathblow Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Deathblow by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Deathblow by length and keyword.


Premium Member February 2
When Chucky Groundhog comes above,
He's looking for a lady love.
If he sees shadow,
It is spring's deathblow.
For six long weeks, winter won't move....

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Categories: deathblow, funny,
Form: Limerick



Premium Member Old Time Radio
Old Time Radio and dramatic shows Without the visuals, emphasized the audio Music to assist The passion of a kiss Or your mind envisions a deathblow
...

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Categories: deathblow, sound,
Form: Limerick
Requiem of the Rising Sun: April 6
The giant’s eyes have closed.
Guards stand ready to deal the deathblow.
A hush—
            The cheering crowd remembers
It’s not over until the last breath escapes....

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Categories: deathblow, natural disasters
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Indian Giver of Life
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The Indian Healer gathered willow
Dried medicinal bark like dried tallow
When fever came to the camp
Small dose when with fever damp
Relieves many of tribe from the deathblow...

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Categories: deathblow, education, life, native american, nature
Form: Limerick
Premium Member Dill Pickle Hated Blue Cheese
Dill pickle hated him so
Because he stank badly
Dill pickle screamed just go
Blue cheese wept thus sadly
When I leave the fridg, bro
I'll stink ever much mo
Dill pickle grew older
Fermenting like a bozo
Then opening his holder
A stink scent deathblow...

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Categories: deathblow, funny,
Form: Quintain (English)



Premium Member When the Moon Moves Rondine
When the Moon moves out of sight slow 
it stages a nightmarish dream; 
Your pulse jumps inside your bloodstream 
with an irrational tempo;
Smiling like a jester although 
you can hear every silent scream
when the Moon moves;
Closing your eyes is a deathblow 
suffocated by the extreme;
With a blood curtailing moonbeam 
can you truly trust your shadow 
when the Moon moves?...

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Categories: deathblow, emotions, feelings, horror, moon,
Form: Other
Perversion By Ron Porter
Perversion.? ?Hidden deep inside
it roils and coils?; ?wrestles and writhes
screams,? ?gnashes,? ?gnaws and cries;
longing to tear the wings from flies

No volition to kill-? ?not the aim.
Rather,? ?to punish,? ?is the game.
Ignore deathblow,? ?purpose to maim;
in the wake,? ?leave broken and lame.

Pain persitent, ?it seeks to bring.
Perversion.! ?Lusts only to inflict suffering;
it insinuates to you?; ?it whispers to me
"make them hurt,? ?then you'll be free"....

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Categories: deathblow, social
Form: Rhyme

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