Shredded Poems - Poems about Shredded

And it's black There is a wave runnings of the White Snake The serpent flaming White Red Hots Stencils penciled in steep smoke rises up in the atmosphere over and beyond the mountainous hills Gathering molding on the ground O the freedom when I can breathe freely and be with him the fire blazed smoke calls...

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Who knew shredded paper... alias confetti could be so much fun? The misses took play therapy (hive urgently got to tell thee) to whole nother level, she smartly, expertly, deftly... didst contrive at my expense - (to late), when paramedics did arrive abusive deadly torture, I did not survive, when she (Frau Abby) five feet tall minus one inch lobbed bajillion pounds (analogous to many a swarming beehive), no matter I...

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Ban pre-shredded cheese, “MAKE AMERICA GRATE AGAIN” That's more like how the prez would write it if penned Not the brightest of bulbs The one with the mid-term bulge Ill winds are blowing Prez Orange Hair, two years to the end...

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I shoved my fingers into a paper shredder to trim my nails. But it shredded my fingers and it hurt like hell. People stare because I have stumps instead of fingers. I had to give up my career of being a country singer. Listen to my advice so that my predicament isn't some thing you'll have to endure. Don't be...

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Where I eat, you ate there; where I rest, you rested we share the same navigation through our similar steps and that part of me so classified became an open coverage to you. In the shores of my privacy, I’ve given you an equal right I’ve showered you with unparalleled privileges allowing you to travel extreme corners not needing a pass and...

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The flick-flack of the shredded Flag, the bugle marking time The Soldier laid to rest, midst those that went before The crosses like snow-white trees, stunted before their Prime In order, line upon line, do we never learn from War?...

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Straight elegant and graceful Was the walk to fate Without a winkle or smell Of the dreaded death Poised on each lurking venture The dawning of a smirk Dangled from the wandering eyes Meandering to the silky slide Of each earthly mould Beholding the grinding beads Drew beads of lusts Dropping like lump of hails Destined to...

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Exquisite moments float to and fro to ...

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Your silence only ampliphies the lies And keeps problems and doubts well fed Comfort and trust quickly sicken and die What's left is a shell of a memory a life Shreds of things we've built together Float through the still, stale air of betrayal a desolate place where decisions are hard and consequences seem heavier than the mistakes that gave birth to them In these periodic...

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, These rectangles of wheat, that looks rather dashing You smother with milk, then fun comes with smashing! They give morning a boost ! Or can make a good roof…. In case of storm, when the house takes a thrashing! I can stack them in rows on the roof, with my spouse We will snack as we go, (a few tucked in...

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Shredded Wheat really does it for me So yummy right down in my tummy It reacts so sublime As I'll know it good time That once again we just won't agree...

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Tweet, being not to bright, but an adventurous bird and with men in the park pruning trees that fateful day, to keep Tweet from playing around the wood chipper he had heard, Fred and Bart tried, but knew there was nothing they could say. Such fun Tweet was having, but he was just getting started. Flitting in and out, dodging...

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A brisk ride with a little known uncle, to a gathering of loved ones, reunited, quickly turns to a journey of hell. Torn away from her home, she is subjected to a horrifying world of depravity and terrorism. On a country backroad, with no one to witness, her chastity is torn away, along with ripped clothing and flesh. Struggling for freedom, fighting for breath, she strains...

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I tore apart my sheets I ripped apart my bed Until I stood there wondering What is was that I had said Could it be I did not listen Could it be I did not care Could it be how much I loved you And for me you did not share You were always, never there What’s done is done I’ll live my life...

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