Stockholm Poems - Poems about Stockholm

It started with a handshake, then a hug, and then a smile; We’d never even met before, and still I felt it all the while. I felt the silence breaking and the wall start coming down, and soon I’d trade my aching for a renaissance fair crown. We walked around til midnight in an unfamiliar place, The city streets in Sweden paled each time I...

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Don Cody is the main antagonist of the 21 film Girl In The Basement.He is a controlling and cruel father who believes he is right all the time and throws temper tantrums whenever his ego is bruised,or when someone does something he doesn't like,until he is arrested for his crimes of imprisoning his family against...

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They believed a Capitol riot could make a loser a winner, After failing, they cling to changing facts by terror and thunder....

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I thought I was rescuing all of them, but now I realize that they are all feline victims of Stockholm Syndrome....

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The Ogre took a body blow, tumbling to the ground. He enlisted the forces of government, the regime he always labeled “deep state.” Blubbering, he sat there, enlisting Department of Justice lawyers ...

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They wanted me to get on the stand and testify against Daddy. I was not about to. These strangers who wanted to hug me made me sick. I did not know them; they felt like aliens. I have nightmares now. I want to go back home. “He’s not even related to you!” the woman said. I hate her more now...

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I've cried for you I've lied for you To this day i'd lay down my life and die for you You could smile watching me bleed out on the floor, you could hit me in the face and i'd blame it in the door You are my favorite type of misery the best method of self...

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Every night I cry myself to sleep for I cannot see the point in life after you die My world shattering all around me My quivering heart an amputee It doesn't matter at all I'm just waiting for the fall...

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I am an admitted dreamer In my youth, I had hoped to see Stockholm, London, Manchester Paris, Berlin, and Nice. I have gazed in awe at postcards Of these places and its many sights. Wished to win a trip as reward- Being there would have been a delight! Yet now I have read of the tragedies, Of the violence and terror that...

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I miss your bones Colliding into mine I miss your skin Leaving marks on my neck I miss your knuckles Bruised as they are I miss my tears Cascading down my face I am your heaven You are my hell. Flesh and blood forever be I miss you hurting me....

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a life is a life there is no grading scale of value irrespective of country of origin or country of residence or country of destination a life is a life we are all children of God there is no lesser God there is no greater God there is God the Supreme Being We are all his children we call Him by different names that is to our own shame He is...

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