X Men Poems - Poems about X Men

There were four men searching for truth They all knew that sixteen hundred years before Someone was asked by a washing hands' man to say what was the truth. One of them is on the tower of Pisa which is still bending since then 'cause he refused to declare the earth is flat to the clergy men to the rappers of truth Several miles away another one...

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When Bluto began to woo Olive Oil, Popeye was jealous, it made his blood boil. But when his blood pressure, made his skin itch, He cooled Bluto's ardour, and his itch with spinach. 8 / 12 / 2025. ...

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If love’s goodness first comes to mind, As often disgust comes to mind. Its loveliness first comes to mind, How it gets to rust comes to mind. How a soft and as sweet a breeze, Turns to squally gust comes to mind. That which looks like love so profound, How turns out sheer lust comes to mind. What may seem like mundane the...

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I tighten your tie, tighten in your lies, shine your shoes so I can see the real you and hold your eyes to mine in the big blue sky. So I can see inside the hollowness that is you. ...

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She gave her word and I just believed, was the best thing that happened to me, but, before long, on camera I see her sneaking with a man who lives up the street. Probed her for truth, but, oh, she just lie, never had a hint of guilt in her eyes, how can someone feel that justified, even showed her the tape,...

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Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder Poetry Contest Crystol Woods Her man friend, grey, over the hill, and older He's cheesy, conning, plain, and a freeloader She's in her twenties and smart Her friends ask why this old fart Beauty is in the eye of the beholder Her friends are so puzzled and think something smells They even ask what happened...

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Impossible dream. I would say one word to you, You'd laugh, gal too shy........

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The morning woods were crackling with unknown sounds. Then I heard a rustling sound in the leaves. The sound of footsteps was getting louder, It wasn’t a something, it was someone. Suddenly a large man fell to the ground. His leg was bleeding; all he said was “trap”. Cool water from my canteen brought him back. A small trap, it hadn’t broken...

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Tonight, when the sun retires And you're left alone with thought I want you to ponder Why does God, who made man in His image Choose to remain a shadow While man The one He crowned with glory, Decides who eats, who drinks, who dies? Sometimes I wonder Is God afraid of what He made? Has man found a way To hold Him hostage with his...

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There once was an old man we called Harry That felt all animals were quite scary When the black bear stood tall He did not move at all Cause the bear was chasing his friend Larry ...

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I've amassed a fair number of brown South Asian lovers. In my mind I revisit one whom I slept with beneath covers, As my swollen sore heart began beating ever sadder....

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PEACE OF MIND left hurt and wounded by my own actions, yeah you started it but i didnt have to go there, i shouldve just minded my business, ignored the situation, but i didnt, i couldnt bite my tongue, i couldn’t refute the anger you sent me in shockwaves, words that i shouldve said but i didnt, words that i shouldnt of said...

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Isn't it funny how people see money pieces of metal so very small there's not a lot you can do with a penny or two money itself has really no uses at all it used to be beads and once it was shells at least you could wear them and buy or sell how many have a dim view of money pieces of...

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It's criminal what women'll do to keep a man down on the farm shed false tears strategy I fear pull the wool turn on the charm smiling all the while trap him wrap him twist him round her little finger and insist it seems should he linger longer than appropriate she deems for him to appreciate 'til he's tongue-tied up in knots with all those forget-me-nots keeping her...

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-------------------- Not knowing what the times sing, we, Forest flames well before spring, we, Our joy of life nowhere in sight, At festive times fidgeting we. ------------------------ Life’s not just a stray piece of time Given to us, reason nor rhyme, It has a full spectrum of shades-- Far violets to infra reds, A journey and rare odyssey, Seldom do we live all alive, And set off...

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