Sulfuric Acid Poems - Poems about Sulfuric Acid

...There's whispers deep in my soul Secrets guide me through the darkest night A hidden poetic gem shines whole This gem calms my inner fright There is a light dancing from my dreams ......

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..."Aliens!" I shouted above the roar of the blaze. Please rescue us from this godforsaken place veritable hellscape, where angels fear ingress. Just then an unexpected pleasant distraction woke......

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...Sulfuric acid Contact lenses blinded As my eye see it's not Pupils dilated as my spinal cord Begins to rot Skeletal remains where is my brains I haven't been chopped Gordon Rams......

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...A place so serene with myriad colours, With nature's beauty so plenty, Yet wild! A land full of rivers, lakes, ponds, hot springs and volcanoes An wandering eye would love to behold, But! Neith......

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...You should only read this if you’ve nothing better to do. I’d advise against it, but, it’s strictly up to you! It’s all based on things I’ve read or heard. Some quotes from famous folks. Some......

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... Enriched hearsay disaster spread faster than the raging radio talk heard — Kindling of conspiracy flames With howling winds of thermonuclear quickness, the rumor shockwaves came As did......

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...I accidentally let one loose - like an egg bomb laid by a sick goose. It smelled like a place where they mass produce sulfuric acid for nostril abuse! I got out the spray can to introduce sweet ......

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...Their masters Whenever they talk Emit sulfuric acid......

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...When the Lord God Almighty gives us a job to do we must obey. We must place everything else in our lives on hold and obey the call. We must lay down our fishing nets and pick up our sandals and go! G......

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...A tempest of Emotions cradle her raw explosive rapture at a distance she saw her man she desires of her unaware wants her blood boils from the thoughts in her head as it rages through her body ......

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... I must give you a very stern warning: Don’t ever call me at three o’clock in the morning. You certainly have some unencumbered effrontery. Why at such an inconvenient time do you want to......

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...Reading a post by Alfred Vassallo, I have decided to start a discussion on soupers about the ortodoxy of poems. Vassallo complains that the site is boring because comments are not directed to favour ......

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...Bring two poems is what he said. She chose a Personification, ‘Violin’, (the proud recipient of an International Poetry contest award), and a narrative, ‘The Rise and fall of an Empire.’ *** ......

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...50N sulfuric acid If sprayed on any fabric Instantly turns it to rags Just like some absences Which sweep as a storm N'tatter our souls Bruise our hearts Up to shreds.......

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...Three o’clock in the afternoon: the sun should have been scorching the asphalts and the shingles on roofs, but spurts of red electric spark ran across the sky. Blackness smothered any h......

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