Short Taken For A Ride Poems
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taken for a ride, [faith, happiness, inspirational], [faith, happiness, inspirational], [faith,
I do not know?
under a rock, squashed,
i peeked out, squinting -
the blinding sun pushed
my shades to their limit, glinting.
i could not be cool
i could not hide
like anybody's fool i know
i'm taken for a ride
and then you passed by
with a hint of expression
that made me wonder why
i'd seek nothing but your passion.
I've been Taken
taken for a ride, humor,
I've been Taken
Written: by Tom Wright
I’ve been taken for coffee,
also, taken for a ride.
I've been taken for dinner,
and I've had taken, my pride.
I've been taken to the cleaners,
taken there left ego slanted.
The two places I refuse to be taken,
is for a fool or for granted.
Energy of creativity
taken for a ride, flying, heaven, identity, universe,
Algorithms of thoughts flowing
through gateways of forming waves
Synthising emotions into language
The beauteous rippling toppling freely
Overflowing and weaving creativity
What a place to reside
Inside an artists mind
The universe is taken for a ride
Clashing with other galaxies
Breathing life into new stars
Without the restraints of gravity
Inspired by eminen song( Lose Yourself )...
taken for a ride, feelings, meaningful, rude,
Swept along in blind panic
In to your tunnel of love
I know of no light at the end of your tunnel
Just the endearing pleasure of your muff
Now that’s my tricky situation
How ever endearing my love and lust
At the end of the day I’m being taken for a ride
Ride of connotation I just can’t get enough off
Primary meaning or secondary expression
It’s a ride I want to jump on and never get off
No! you can jump on whilst I continue getting off...
taken for a ride, life, recovery from...,
When he’s sober, he’s best of all.
Then he drinks the alcohol.
It doesn’t matter what the form,
Tequila with, without the worm.
Iced in glasses or foam on top,
Once he starts he’ll never stop.
Then it’s like he hits a wall,
His eyes will close and then he’ll fall.
I’d try to help him if I could,
He should let me. Think he would?
There’s a really descent man inside
That drink has taken for a ride.
P. S.- Don’t worry! Just a poem!