Thick Headed Poems - Poems about Thick Headed

... The Days of Masks and Covered znosex, 6/14/2025 There once existed, upon this fine earth. A people, happy~ not possessed with ......

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... There once existed, upon this lovely earth. A people, happy~ not possessed with dearth. Depravity, destruction of cities, murder by injection, Became a way of our lives! Then~ an evil be......

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... There once existed, upon this earth. a people, happy~ not possessed with Depravity, destruction of cities, murder and dearth. But an evil being, infected fear mixed with venom….......

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...Days and miles pass by All routines get by Some smooth, some rough Bittersweet, just enough. But this void remains, Memories with murky stains Reminiscing you When I don't want to. Those brow......

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...A stream flows by the ancient oak, a steadfast soul remains, A heart of the forest, a living log, a cover that still sustains. The redwood of old growth, a verdant menagerie, Simple in its English......

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...Missing. A word that used to mean nothing. Now it means everything. Missing. It chills my blood. Are you still alive? Are you gone? Will we find remains? Will we ever know? If you were un......

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...A stream flowing through the old oak tree is still alive. The heart of the forest (wood which has lived to long it is, unexpected obstacle, this living log and complicated cover which I lowered) o......

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...Caught red-handed, but he knew what to do! "The dog ate my homework"' once worked for me too. But for federal and international crime, Hardly a kid's assignment, I guess he does not know that. L......

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...There once existed, upon this  earth. A people, happy~ not possessed with depavity, destruction of cities, murder and dearth. But a truly evil being and his kind, infected Unknowing, arrogant, ......

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... Crowning the Virgin Mary I was only six years old and was chosen by the first grade nun, To place a garland of roses on the Vigin Mary in May. It really was an honor and a blessing. ......

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... Daddy Was a Poet! He's been gone, decades now. Beneath God's greenery he sleeps. His daughter, I, thick-headed, Now stands and vainly weeps. I saw his heart open like a lovely rose......

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...The world revolves around me. They listen when I'm silent and they're quiet when I shout. From a seed to a sprout. I hate the crowd, the noises. A bunch of thick-headed nuisances. I'm better,......

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...Being snatched almost detached from reality your vitality depends on the will to seek out the thrills of a former day dreamer now self deprived how will they survive with loss of pride from their so ......

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...today I exist as a vapor then I am no more some may equate logic for fear that brings nothing near my chest is heavy and my pulse is setting in yesterday was such an easy game we used to play awe......

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...Sunweed Sunflower sprouted happiness yet only just a weed, a gardens hated nemisis this beloved bad seed. Mimicking society using others resources to feed, erected thick headed sunlig......

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