Wielding Poems - Poems about Wielding

...STAN THE SQUIRREL In Texas, there lived a squirrel named Stan, with his six-gun, he defended the land. He challenged coyotes to duels, and outsmarted the loca......

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...Two formidable contenders are battling for the crown, each making grand promises. Where do we go wrong? What wisdom does our Bible impart about speaking in tongues? It's a reality that for one to win......

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...I am the voice of time — The whisper of centuries long silenced, And today, I thunder: The Earth has turned. The meek now reign. In the year 2050, China stands not as a country, But as the he......

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... Lovingly lauded.. they marauded.. rightly applauded Saffa gaffers did thrill Willow wielding wizards of Oz Yielding…lampooned..marooned..jaffas Festooned spill just like Seville . ......

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...I possess an unusual knack for making women bristle hence immediately this birdman wishes to escape into his eyrie or seriously considers joining a nunnery mainly for the less common slang defi......

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... We start at the end, with the warmth of his breath on her skin Baulked by proximity, he never knew how to begin A golden-tainted obsession, bitterly laced with lead Transformed rapture to qu......

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...Have I truly moved away, or am I just becoming a shadow in time, like a ghost forgetting it was once flesh and blood, my laughter is louder now, but only in places where your echo doesn't reach, I......

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...As an underdog given a short leash on life alternately titled give one targeted scapegoat a break, an unquenchable thirst for moolah before I wake from nightmare of computer hackers. I tread......

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...Long before you were born, long before your great grandfather was born, in the time when magic was approximately eight times more plentiful than it is today, there lived a family in the remote part o......

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... Written: May 11, 2025, for contest by: Sara Jama Quote: “Let the beauty of what you love be what you do. Sorrow prepares you for joy." By Rumi ******************......

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...I am poetry An unheard whisper Shadows Conspiring A tear Soaked in laughter Anger Molded in metaphor Humor Wielding the axe of angst Whispering A farewell kiss I am poetry The invisib......

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...The heat haze from the fire was joining that of the sweltering day as the man added another item to the fire from his late father's detritus. Stuff left ov......

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...My wounded heart drinks deep from the rotting gut of misery, Humanity vomits its relics onto the oozing tiles of the real. I see kids chewing syringes like candy canes, Their innocence smashed, fa......

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...Horse Color Cannot Be Ignored Intentions, cryptic, in pockets. Fiery darts lampooned in sockets. The bow is a clue; not a sword. Horse color cannot be ignored. Wielding war’s arms, re......

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... I Am A King, Royal is the Stand Never Tethered, Just a Vagabond on the Precipice of Zenith Of Man On High Ground, I Stand Alone Noble and Chivalrous, No match for The Stone Solar Rexus on ......

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