Throttled Poems - Poems about Throttled

...World knows the seven deadly sins- lust,gluttony,greed,sloth,wrath,envy,pride. A woman basic need to understood and being heard is more deadly a sin which burn the mind and heart to ashes. Eve......

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... Planet in flux…it sucks No refuge..Scrooge rules.. Stooges subterfuge deluge.. Fossil fuel fools.. Poleaxes..then relaxes… As the earth burns.. As it turns..on its axis.. *****......

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...Fate decreed sexting/texting while married abominable Therefore karma caught up to me big time and delivered yours truly sent to purgatory (figurative speaking) by casting a spell, whereby the ......

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... The naïve life possessed by the power of desire, turns into an inanimate object, utterly inert. The buoyant being, unsuspecting and unblemished, if captured by the vicious clutch of cunnin......

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...Oh, clingy flu, you wretched guest, You’ve made my body your place of rest. You crept in quickly, with sly intent, Now I’m your prisoner, broken, bent. You stick to me like stubborn glue, One ......

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...If stars could see the sun~ slurping the grunglethorp grains from sweat-soaked streams, purging puddles of blurmorgris, you’d hear the phazephonyx symphony of my intestines churning chyme i......

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... As I fall into the buzzing altar of heavy metal shifting sand, maw, swirling sheets, illness drools plus plus halcyon? drawn too many wrinkles obfuscating drooling stic......

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...I rested my eyes and I heard a bell ringing I wondered what this afternoon might be bringing I gathered my wits and peered out through the blind Frankly, intrigued to know what I might find The......

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...And why not? The Lucky country Bodyline Human skittles Murder Incorporated Swing lube I sit with friends and We put Together our greatest XI To face Mars My father shouts, "That's out!......

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...My memory endures a tourniquet as it tries to forget, while holding blood. It used to sport a bouquet as it tried so hard to boast. Bouquet becomes tourniquet. A flow is held. A part of me is......

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...I Love You Unique yearning wobbled, dabbled, trembled in throbbing heart throttled the throat. Ardent ardour rested on folded petals of blooming b......

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...It was raining when I met her. A sure sign. I ignored it. Many a love story started in the rain. We headed into the restaurant. She throttled her brolly, drenching me in the process. I ignored ......

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...POETS Desert dust before the rain hampered our walk on the Oregon floor boards creaked with late afternoon lore Dry gin in a glass wait......

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...one at a time thought forms climbing love’s chime throttled 23-December-2022......

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...My soul and body have never been good friends They are in enmity, constantly at logger heads When my body aspires to have riches and fame My soul strives those tempestuous desires to t......

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