Snake Poems - Poems about Snake

I crawl through darkness — small, scared, biting at shadows to keep my life, to keep my fear away. I hold my breath, keep still, hiding trembling beneath the strike, trying not to break, trying not to pour my heart out. Everyone sees the fight — the flash of scales, the flicker of anger — but no one sees the fear that claws beneath the surface, the quiet battle I...

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So that’s it for Rohit…and have to admit his parting gambit Little to cheer in his career nadir year ..was all rather ***** Hard not to discard someone supposed to be leading the men Even with Sharma’s zen..when you’re averaging just over ten Time for a transition so his position was moot and got the boot Let's not be...

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This poem is featured in Dr. Ivan Edwards' upcoming anthology, Resonance of the Soul: Flowers and Harmonics, published by IEME LLC. The book will be available in e-book, softcover, and hardcover formats upon release. Available on YouTube. Healing - A tribute to those who battle mental health The journey to wholeness: Reflections on mending wounds, overcoming...

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Out of a hole near a pond so small, A baby frog gives a croaky call. But mama frog is nowhere around— A snake lies waiting; dangers abound. The baby frog peeks out of the hole— It knows its fate—no frog would console. With fear, it leaps out into the pond; From there, it finds a way to abscond. It doesn't know snakes...

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barking dog warning my swimming hole nature wins snake heads on the pond...

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Lord knows the Devil I encountered. Hidden hypocrisy swayed naivety I exuded. Smiling with grace but crossing betrayal behind your back while holding my hand with the other. Delicate melodies of grace strumming along inconspicuous quos while feeding me with Eden’s fruit hung in God’s hand. Mirages of desolated oases surrounded you, A pity fool I became at your wits playing me instead....

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MISTY as the powder of my soul The demi-god of legend Haunts like snakeskin Wandering my dreams Igniting my being Begging for your touch Smoldering my loneliness Forever...

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They call us snakes. Evil. Cold blooded. Cruel. Why would you say that when learning someone was diagnosed with a mental disorder that was out of their control? Oh, but right, you hear about it on crime shows and boisterous podcasts, so that makes you a licensed-to-judge therapist. You hear about it in shootings, thievery,...

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How wicked the tricks of your serpent’s lair a lingual place of wild mango magic behind caliente lips where a supple sensualist lies in seductive ambush rum on the rocks spices the red bed of your taste buds libation temptation whets my wish like a knife on stone medieval my want to stir my tongue in your firewater my fingers a...

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Aaro stands still and sees a snake among green leaves. What she thinks, she becomes, her eyes wide as new moons. The painted snake moves without moving, its path already chosen. "I can make things real too," whispers Aaro to herself. Each day she plants a thought like a seed in dark soil. Each night she waters it with dreams that never sleep. The snake found its...

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under the serpent mound prudent demons (NOT monsters) preserve the nuts and endosperm meant for later day postmen to deliver when the time is all too convincingly ripe...

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The sneaky, slimy, slithering, squirming snake silently sat shamefully, Stupendously-stumped. The seated, sizzling, sneaky, slimy, slithering serpent still stupendously-stumped, Squirmed slowly searching signaling scents. With no stopping the squirming, silently-sneaky, slithering, shamefully-stumped serpent searching sign, the snake slithers sizzling surround sound. Only with punishment, the slithering, slimy, silent, shamefully-stumped serpent stops sin-searching. Now, be a bumble bee, buzzling big bumble bubbles...

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Smooth with his talk Slipped through the shadows, a snake on the walk. He called me an old fowl laughed in my face Wrote poems about me then left not a trace Said,I wanted wood but let’s tell it right He sparked that fire then fled from the light A man with a stroke in his head His words like riddles half-truths left unsaid. An engineer,...

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Have a Guiness and let’s toast St. Patrick Whether laddie, lass or old codger geriatric A bold gent with such clout All Eire’s snakes he shooed out Never has there been a saint so theatric! Robert ...

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(Verse 1) Old World regal, check the vibes, I'm livin' lavish, Maybach music, oh so classic, like a royal palace. Silk drapes, gold plates, we in a zone of grandeur, Heavy R&B vibes, smooth like a dancer's maneuver. Crown on my head, drippin’ jewels that shine, Opulent aesthetic, yeah, I’m feelin’ so divine. Architecture high, with columns touchin’ the sky, Just like my...

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