Whips Poems - Poems about Whips

Dragon whips tail; trust us, it hurts Illusions resurrect Toxic poison in our heart squirts Stance we need to correct Afraid not if we die Looking fear in the eye We bid these forms goodbye When fears assail Dragon whips tail 15-September-2021 Quietus...

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Oh, great horsemother in the sky, Here is a question from a bard, such as I! Are you shooting a racing vet today? Another horse was destroyed for gain, This is, of course, A personal hobby horse, If a horse gallops anyway, Why are you whipping them this way? This is the sport of kings, you see, Death for a horse, if not...

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The Pop Whips of Life ...

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Injustice is just an inconvenience until it is proven... When the sun hit their helmets it startled the very souls of the natives a signal upon their eyes that spoke like a siren of ill prophecy to the bone, the armaments of a hell that hushed any hope of mythical tribal ties, steel and steeds struck and trampled stone...

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We will be the trustees of life's passions... The villas of villainous Rome are burning behind me from Capua to the Cisalpine Alps the skyline is smoldering from her savage sins, monuments of luxury built, furnished, and sustained by generations of misery crumbling in the aftermath of egalitarian fury, disintegrating under drumbeats of the damned however, the panic and...

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Gentlemen, behold, the wild yet curious Laurentia, an unexplored beauty, Welcome to Utica, Latifundium Africanus Magnus I am Titus, the overseer of this plantation wherein sweat will pay and you will stay learn your tasks as a shadow learns it's body and thus shun duress, and don't believe for a moment that you'll enjoy some escapade of freedom towards...

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This whip is a relic of war an instrument of severe education, come now Avia, look how lovely and vulgar, it is essential for you to appreciate it's intention, feel it's supple weight, the simple fright, I use jasmine oil to keep it alive with impact is it not the most gorgeous braid, three feet smooth and tight come now don't...

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The gods are mean and on a bad mission all may come to beg and give a try then so much sand push for an erosion fine stone in the form of tiny men just ply the seas get very mad with no cushion wave in, wave out they make life weep and cry a claw from deep down jumps for...

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Like a master with a torturing rope who searches his victims from the masses; carelessness makes the caught hardly cope inflicting great thirst and maintaining a distance from the Oasis. It can come dressed like pope but at the end, it gives crisis can be washed with a subsequent soap though its acquisition comes with different prices, since Life is always supported by...

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rivets of grandeur telecommunications static blur triple digits percentage proof liquor liquid licking her all over much lower much slower coming closer to being solar being filled with sexual energy record this image in the banks of your memory every second, minute, hour even the centuries sexy versions corrupting my circuitry welcome to my written version of a sexy me...

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There is a girl named Whips Whips is a gymnast with lots of rips All over her hands from the bar. She eats soup all day She collects cans from her soup She has a whole bunch of cans In her lockers. She is bonkers But she is a good gymnast. By Aunika Alch Age12...

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This Winters day the wind is whipping up rows of turquoise white tipped waves pounding towards an organic seaweed ladened haystacked shore. White froth riding on marching parallell crests. Five sailboats bending in a synchronised angle slowly sail left towards the sturdy wooden jetty. The sky painted in shades of cottonwool grey carries the winds...

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