Slayed Poems - Poems about Slayed

... “taste” … she whispered making sure the “s” lingered on her tongue like syrup … I needed no instruction, but her plea was proper music, nonetheless prelude to pleasurable murmurings from b......

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... 5 down..for just 84..what do you do.. try and survive..shut the door..or instead more hardcore jive...out on the lash ..go to town.. On his way to 184..borrowed the crown from the real deal sur......

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... Michelin star cricketing cook…by hook or crook.. so canny..will find every nook and cranny…if you took a look at the record..score or text book ..won’t have forsook ..our dutiful..beautiful babblin......

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...Please don’t hate me Don’t debate me And you damn sure won’t underrate me Cause I’m here now Gonna show you how I can rise above What you dish out You call my name Play that blame game ......

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... Have bowlers become spicier? Hitches in batting riches Cut sl**s shut in a rut Pitches become dicier? Chestnut witches strut Gluts of stitches And seams dreams Humdrum Timb......

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... Nuggety nudger & nurdler Thorpey did embody Epitomise, personify Test Cricket Someone small standing tall Reliant defiant giant but Fragile and flawed Did he know he was ......

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...Ah King Kane.. you’ve done it again Heavenly humility hums on a simply higher plane.. Angelic ability strums..curious necks studious crane Classical charms forever waver but won’t wistfully ......

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...You had us doing hard labor no shade, not enough water Desert heat, 98 degrees I thought you were smarter. I did you a favor, got bruises and grief Cramp in my muscles You saw me as cheap. ......

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...Virat..never ersatz..fat cat with the bat Look at record book stats in every format Kerching bling King of tats Vicious & pernicious in the ring Kohli kidology methodology thing Tit ......

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...When we die, we ascend Stop playing with me. You chasing trends, I’m chasing Him Stop playing with me. You believe in yourself? Amen? Stop playing with me. You manifest, I kneel to pray. Tw......

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... this is a true if near impossible contest how can you write a poem about mourning and honouring the ones deceased in a war without it being somewhat political you do not have to be a feminist......

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...Hello its Moi..Me who sees.? Green sick actions and plans Do others agree.? Plans to kill some Ostriches a herd four Hundred strong.' All quite healty..Ceetificated; tested yet That has been ( sub......

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...Belladonna blue. Scenes in a mystery, do. Hope, need ye accrue? Indeed! Heart, why bleed? Lead? Others or ye? Be! Sea; Four seasons; change? Strange... Cold core, darkest door? Ancient lor......

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... I was sipping tea, so calm, so sweet, Charts were clean, no sign of heat. NY session, chill as can be, Then—BOOM!—the news comes straight for me: “Trump is back, and he's not done— More tari......

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... I melted into liquid azure. Beached in her breasts. God is a woman?? Nurturing spirit. Held womb like. Trials of life no more. Feminine vibrations resound. Spiritual harmony. ......

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