Switchblades Poems - Poems about Switchblades

... Stiletto stare, wicked, wild hair, barbwire takes me there Daggers, switchblades, and razorblades Wait did I not mention hand grenades My apologies in Spades Take me fast, love me hard, you are......

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...I never understood the 'boys in the hood' Why they ditched school and thought they were cool I never understood their love for switchblades They were carving up faces ......

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...Swords, knives, switchblades and more Assassins circling by the score, No-where to run, no room to breathe, All I can do is watch them and seethe. Little they know these cowardly hyenas Drooli......

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...Peering through an open window...'cross time and history, I saw a hint of glory past- a fresh simplicity. Over there... behold, a mother bent humbly on her knees Praying for her family's care and ......

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...SOYLENT FUTURE Always left to pick up your pieces HAIR AS FIRE Words fly like lead Stares sharper than switchblades And when did you end up dead? Where did I lose you? When did I become a lia......

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...ELECTRIFICATION OF UDELNAYA MARKET Thank goodness New glass steel towers are cleaning up the mess Of Udelnaya market. Traffic was too fast * Street is pedestrianised and bypassed Bright lig......

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...la beauté du chaos when the ant farm is shaken--- when there’s a fire in the theatre when there’s word of an epidemic when there’s been a car accident when there’s been a fight in the parking lot w......

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...watching the US & its NATO buddies beat the middle east senseless until it get its way, is like watching kids show up on the playground with semi-automatics, when the few that they are gonna fight......

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...Before commiting to battle, A wise warrior reviews the odds, Determines the likelyhood of success, And judges accordingly... In my younger, gang years, I at times deviated from this basic logi......

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...Pretty soon, night will fall upon the city, And lives of crime animate spasmodically As Gene Pitney croons “A Town Without Pity” And the clubs and the gin joints open methodically. Hepcat jazzm......

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...We have to buy our own black leather jackets, sharpen our words like switchblades. Poems are dangerous things. We shoot them up. Our tattoos read: beauty=truth. We......

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