Tie Down Poems - Poems about Tie Down

...Losing it... things don't mean . Can't just make it fit. Take a knife and make a slit... no... won't do it. Time to get lit. Trust it. Don't know yet. it. Not literally, ... don't know......

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...Losing it... things don't mean . Can't just make it fit. Take a knife and make a slit... no... won't do it. Time to get lit. Trust it. Don't know yet. it. Not literally, ... don't know......

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...Losing it... things don't mean . Can't just make it fit. Take a knife and make a slit... no... won't do it. Time to get lit. Trust it. Don't know yet. it. Not literally, ... don't know......

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...Losing it... things don't mean . Can't just make it fit. Take a knife and make a slit... no... won't do it. Time to get lit. Trust it. Don't know yet. it. Not literally, ... don't know......

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...You need to be a really good shooter if you catch your hat before it kisses the ground -- lest it be you. Cowboys like to do things nice -- and -- fast because just doing it nice will c......

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...I am counting down the days when the clouds will break away and the troposphere in the sky will peel away the substance from the earth and the stratosphere in the atmosphere will cool down the temper......

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...A knotty path, woven in twine With twists and turns like frizzy vine With ups and downs and rugged plains With teary tales and bloody stains Above and below knots of square Are damages on......

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...Radiant like the sun, Like the depths of ocean. Lies the Epicentre around the coldness of void and the warmth of magma. If the momentum is too fast,if may go out of control like the consequences......

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...her warmth seeping in still I fight what's changing me wrapped up in something more than birds singing sun rising fresh morning and being free to blast away in a blaze of glory yet I ......

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...What is born in the thermals of a barren land A spiral of destruction sublime (I feel its power seeping into the ground) Across the seas, it comes with fury With no conscious thought, it give......

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...The power of words is limitless, Some like swords, And others like feathers. Every letter able to stab or sooth, Strike with fear, Or fill with hope. Every dot made from a pen, Able to do wond......

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...Begging for money and food on the street Dreaming someday her Prince Charming she’ll meet Someone to love and sweep her off her feet! Her prince has arrived, he stops at her spot He chats her u......

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...The True Story A Poem of the time, when as a 16 year old young fellow, and fresh from Blighty I spent 7 years as a Ringer in North Queensland, Australia. A Ringer is the Queensland name for a Stoc......

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...A well-worn witch flits and twists through the indigo mist. Gloating in genius, I look at my well-read list. Bats shaken out of their sleep, come out to dive bomb. I toast them with my dragon brea......

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...At the apex of the hellstorm Came Salvation in maidenform Cold silence emanating from her lips Her method of talk strapped around her hips A tie-down, two-holster, two-gun rig That legen......

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