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Wielded Poems - Poems about Wielded


Even If I Wielded a Rod
19.12.2020 Even if I wielded a rod I'm glad I'm not God Because I'd mad always be mad Listening all day When you confess Listening all day when you pray Asking for forgiveness I wouldn't take it sitting at my throne All alone...

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Categories: wielded, caregiving, celebration, god, gospel,
Form: Rhyme
Wielded Waves Worn - Day 12
like leering torrent seeped'n saucy vest wielded waves worn tuning traces torn voluptuous surges shrunk cupping callous lust hoisted horizon's spell bewitching bounty pleck fostering felon dread winter's call whooshes tuning tactic traces through ocean's capillaries same spell knit my fostered feelings. '20:02:12:15:56...

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Categories: wielded, allegory,
Form: Sonnet



Soporific Narcoleptic Pull Wielded Courtesy Innocent Looking Bed
Hypnagogic spell immediately cast overpowering drug induced state fast overcome even those who just woke prolonged narcotic effect could last bajillion years (hyperbole to wake any lil lulled reader) superfast. Before he/she succumbs without blame impossible mission monseigneur or dame to break loose against buttressed bed frame magnetic pull overpowers superman/woman and/or lame nope, I can't rattle off any specific name only no man, woman, nor child...

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Categories: wielded, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Wielded Waves Assemble
flimsy feelings stretched fetish finger drenched drips' dances best mystic melody's crest lanky lust's lurched bounty biddings burst now drips contracted feeble earth fermented oozing gores; dehydrated airy atmosphere blushed overseeing the crush; naturals went nuts wielded waves assemble ocean's birth dribble. 19:12:15:06:25 ~Note~ My myth on how the ocean was created: A drenched finger was pointed to earth, and it dripped till...

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Categories: wielded, ocean,
Form: Sonnet
Wielded Well
I live to love a little book Each line and every page The words transcend My head is bent In shapes of little stains Controlled I hold the Wielded Well My scepter of the mind My little torch to wave at night I'm awake and I'm alive...

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Categories: wielded, writing,
Form: Rhyme




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