Sour Poems - Poems about Sour

His smelled of semi-soft cheese with a low moldy blue undertone I had no tolerance for his smell for compared to gym socks, ammonia, or barnyards, it was pure Eau de Toilet ! After a game of indoor soccer he'd break wind while holding up one leg. He smelled of rotten...

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Sweet and sour notes taste just like us, branded in the lilt of your love language; From slow jam to that bouncy pick up, dissonance is the core of our essence; Branded in the lilt of your love language is a heartbeat I haven’t felt before; Our rhythm's unbalanced yet complete; From slow jam to that bouncy pick up, a whirlwind...

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humour is halfway to being human the other half is mostly sour...

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be... in charge of...the playground now... and...cries "it's my ball"... threats to... all... in range of...a spoiled childs cries... any good job i ever worked had its applicant tests for such as relevant personality and intellectual traits, technical experience and knowledge t-rumps's only test was of his greed and bull levels len ...

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Getting Even Vengeance is sweet. Is it really? It tastes pretty sour to me. An eye for an eye. Ok, so now both of you have only one eye. What does that prove. Revenge is like eating poison and waiting for the other person to die. This is the best way to describe getting even. It can be sheer suicide. Vengeance is a dish best...

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A paper carton bloats in the fridge, its manufactured nutrients stretched thin as a lie. I pour it down the drain. The disposal gurgles back its curdled skin, a sour hymn rising through the pipes, fumes of expiration smelling like post-partum nightmares. Amen. ...

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Hey Alice! Have you, been smoking the grub's brew? Think you are a butterfly, perched on a flower? Cop the glower, of livid fire-breathing dragonfly!...

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She'll be the queen of my decrepit ridgeline, Her crown, heavy with my wasted want. Never knows best, a fault of design. Her tensions a dagger, a cunning divine, A soul-bleeder, god as a vaunt. She'll be the queen of my decrepit ridgeline. The arson of anger will never confine, For the plaid that’s been woven, I a gaunt Never knows best, a...

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Memories tell lies, “Behind enemy lines” is getting caught in my mind. But “two twos” overslept, Behind glossed over eyes the secrets are kept. So memories tell lies, That you already know. My youth kept inside hides, That’s something I just couldn’t let go. That self supremacy just wouldn’t die, Why, Oh why shouldn’t I just...

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Sour soup dish taste Better with rice Add ingredients To seasoned it....

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If only we hadn’t been so different It was so right until it turned wrong Like milk gone sour That we had left out the fridge for far too long Maybe that was what it came down to Is that we left our milk on a bench In Parque Bicentenario where we first met No one else existed, everything made sense At least...

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Voices ringing with the same story Like they did long time ago For it's the only thing they know It's the only thing they can do To jabber behind someone's shadow Vilifying day and night They're like parrots jabbering About how sour a grape is For they failed to plant their own Or they themselves don't have that...

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If loving you harder allowed you to stay then my goal remained the same All because letting you go was a story words would formulate It was detriment to my brain Alter of reality To see you leave It was the disappearing of what could have been The end to my timetable of forever and then A memory to hold...

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In the end a love turned bitter Once fresh bouquet starts to wither Their hearts bear all the strain Of love's cruel distain Their sour love tale I deliver...

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There is no need to complain about the sourness of other's grapes everytime. If you can plant your own, then do it, and hope that its fruit is sweeter. In plain sense, other than minding other people's work and complaining from time to time, make your own if you really can and aim to be...

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