Taunting Poems - Poems about Taunting

Taunting, Demeaning and Taking Advantage Of Brag about helping handicapped person overcome each handicap. Brag about not either criticizing or condemning and complain about them. Brag about how you helped them worship, pray and read Bible. Brag about how you made them your friend. Brag about how they became part of your life. Brag about how they have great...

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Cruel You call life cruel What do you expect of it? The thrills of it is taunting That's what makes it cruel. By Isaiah Akantere Asangalisah...

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Sitting on a global seesaw Play a universal keyboard Show (don't TELL) discordant sounds Kneel to Ultimate Disruption Flood the zone with zoonosis We've got your mess uncovered O the weaponized muse! Wait for humanity to make an appearance March through grumpy gamma rays Forget a nuclear shootout Promote a Swan Lake retirement A soft landing in a noisy scenario Music lives to fight another day Stop the...

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sane story squashed worn wanky clashed wielded wits flung leering lanky lust strained sanity snogged pilfering punctured pawn voluptuous vie wept cremating callous crest bruised biddings belched pruned passion puked dark dribbles drooled clutching crazed clue wedged wiles wailed taunting tampered trail. '20:05:10:12:00 Note: Of tamed tale....

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taunting visions relentlessly haunting posted on September 19, 2018...

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I truly can't believe what I am really seeing. In the shadow darkness is there a shadowed being. Open my eyes as wide as can be, to illuminate the night. Questioning my wavered sanity, which brings up this fight. Is what I hear from something near, a real like human voice? I listen in when it begins,...

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Haunting Trump Taunting Haunting Trump Taunting And over our heads vaunting Appearance daunting. Bad news am shearer And again the sad bearer Trump holy terror. Party inviting A President presiding He should be hiding. Always occurring Politics and posturing Some things still stirring. James Thesarious Hilarious Horn Retired Veteran and Poet...

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Can I lend my brains for a day, year and minute only? My heart only left to see if poetry will exist Yet poetry is taunting me, trying to reconcile with my past My step father’s abusive days, Days that one almost burning, Burns “me” Memory sits me well Paraffin stove was on flames ….in a beautiful shack of my mother’s...

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The splendor of her soul augments my interminable desires Every osculation is a demonstrative of our unfurling fires To say a tall tale might be my tormentor forever To her my wobbling hands never says ever Every time I fall into the ocean of her immature cerise, My fervent heart melts to a mare berry My life turns to a wild...

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My head rests on the doorframe, as I'm watching him at work. I'm jealous of the devotion, and the motion of his hands, much surprised at the green-eyed dragon that lurks within my mind, while he rubs the pungent oil into muscles of the pine. With rolled up sleeves, a sweaty brow, his rough, sandpaper hands. he hones a...

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Timing ...

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The many things that life can teach us As emotions take hold Of our minds, our souls From the beginning, from the start Our bodies, our spirits are pure at heart When we realize where to begin There is nothing but the hateful sin We choose to see what we don't want Creepy beings tease and taunt You are my family my undying friends From...

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