Sore Poems - Poems about Sore

Your recent reveal was a sad steal of all I knew. My memory now bleeds severely making days blue. My world shattered and scattered across the floor. Something dying is out loud crying aching and sore. Your truth so grilling it is piercing the past I saw. Now that I am bruised by your news I am plain raw. Feeling a fragile head from words said I’m torn...

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It seems like the old you and now are different. The smile that reflects in your eyes is no longer the same. Hair that flips when you walk is no longer shiny, Tired eyes and body want to fight, but they're too skinny. The old you that laughed genuinely, A smile that made your cheeks feel chubby. A walk that looked...

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The oligarchy but an orgy We’ve never kissed a toad so warty Hoping for a prince Puckered with a wince While they make the sieg heil sporty ***...

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British troops in Ukraine.? Well they are already there.' Whats starners game? As peace keepers they could be Hit' that would derail things I'm sure of it.' To much Resources already have been drained.' Leave well enough Alone..I would think if any really care in the main.?...

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Soul as mine eye’s my soul shed tears; Stained raining forth shadowing grows. Flows aloft, a top my minds membrane; This be new day dawning Sometime placement now This new provisions shroud Standing outside of time Yet holding inside of time Remember the former things Soul as mine eye’s my soul shed tears; I don’t remember the former things; Yet I do?...

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Ever so Sore that I love her Does she truly, truly know? That I love her Abundantly, activated and actively Honestly So ever do I love her? More than spoken life in the words I love her I show her I love her for she’s Gods daughter Sore I love her Truly, truly love her For mine actions speak life beyond my words 2/21/24 Written by James Edward Lee Sr....

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So I love thee Sure I love you Such that I love you Surely, on point that I love you But I shall always Bearing always Boasting I shall Be ever and always present in... I love thee I love you In-envisioning positioning But I shall always Bearing always Boasting I shall Be ever and always present in... So I love thee Sure I love you Such that I love you Surely, on...

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All I can think of, is the million different ways... that you will try to screw me over. And I can't change my mind. I've got the worst kind. Sabotaging, Anticipating, Spiraling, Catastrophizing. I don't think Love is for me. It always comes with pain. Even when good and healthy, my mind still thinks this way. Ruminating. Contemplating... in disbelief. But, still believing. Warned you once, and then twice. Then again and...

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The bane of a cold sore inside my mouth Sent my smooching life south, whereby I felt like poor Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie, who kissed the girls and made them cry. The medical term for cold sores, Herpes Labialis, refers to the Herpes virus Type 1 (HSV-1) that most often causes these sores, though Herpes virus Type 2 (HSV-2) less often can also be...

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Sore I love thee; Thee so I do love; Every bit of thee; Soul hungers breathes; For impart you, your valued heart dove; Soul dearest heart; I love every part; of the insides of you; Dear one love, oooh; Sore I love thee- Oh! How I love thee so I do I shall love thee So humbly hued; Keeping your heart; Which belongs totally to God all part; So...

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What My Day Was Like And Why My Feet Are Sore I walk with lead bricks tied to my feet, down this trail into oblivion. gasping at the light, the beams spinning and from thin air a melody, not the kind you think more of a stomping the gourd and drinking myself under two crowns and my head spins off whistling Dixie...

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Bhai shoru me tum meray mun me daltay thay, Shayad yehi vajah say mera gala kharab rehta. Note.Bhai throat fukiing is unkind please stop it....

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Life ain't no bed of roses We're not destined to drown in a pit of despair Aguish is unknown until flesh grazes a blade of barbed brair A prickle that pricks A nettle that nicks and stings my gaping gore A scab I scratch and pick My heart...a naked sore The pain of a plant's pike Poison seeping through my pores Miss Ivy takes her effect Toxins...

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and then buzzing starts below skin shocks shoot along veins I hold my arm a different pain today it buckles the knee grinds the shoulder it burns the elbow gnaws the hip I rub my back a deep breath and sigh ricochets ribcage-aches like children playing at pinball machines another new pain today another old pain tomorrow the everywhere everyday unsurprising surprise and a spasm grips...

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searing shining sun bedazzling snowmelt season ~ a sight for sore eyes (March Full Moon – Dakota, Lakota, Assiniboine)...

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