"burglarize" poems - Hello Poetry

When the sun hits She pillages tools from the toolbox Only herself to fix When the moon sits Her ocular mislay the bones buried beneath chest Matters not where she is Some nights She's left to claw a dresser with folded oaths Inflating lungs, forging trust, to lift two toes Some nights The capsules burglarize her gas-tanks war Stifling her endlessly to the end of the tour

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Dec 11, 2016

Dec 11, 2016 at 10:37 AM UTC

okwhatever

Some Nights—When The Battle's Over—Her Voice Resonates The Sound Of Paper

When the sun hits She pillages tools from the toolbox Only herself to fix When the moon sits Her ocular mislay the bones buried beneath chest Matters not where she is Some nights She's left to claw a dresser with folded oaths Inflating lungs, forging trust, to lift two toes Some nights The capsules burglarize her gas-tanks war Stifling her endlessly to the end of the tour

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the mugger sneaks up in the night to burglarize my dreams dash my hopes shatter my faith and leave wrinkles that crease

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Oct 26, 2017

Oct 26, 2017 at 11:32 PM UTC

williamdhicks

Age

the mugger sneaks up in the night to burglarize my dreams dash my hopes shatter my faith and leave wrinkles that crease

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I am a stain, and I am a saint, I've never confessed, And I swear I've lied, At least a thousand times. If you keep up with me, You'll pray to the Devil, And loose all your morals, I will savor the fire He rains. I will walk the lines, That trace my pentagon, Cause I'm a sinner, Eating Christ for dinner. If you keep up with me, You'll pray to the Devil, And loose all your morals, I will savor the fire He rains. A blight in your sight, I will tempt you to Hell, In all my lavish seduction, A burning desire to do you. Does it feel better? When God points your compass? If he were proven unreal. Where would you go? Would you burglarize? Would you assault? Would you kill?

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Mar 22, 2022

Mar 22, 2022 at 2:42 AM UTC

Skyler_M

Helluva Sinner

I am a stain, and I am a saint, I've never confessed, And I swear I've lied, At least a thousand times. If you keep up with me, You'll pray to the Devil, And loose all your morals, I will savor the fire He rains. I will walk the lines, That trace my pentagon, Cause I'm a sinner, Eating Christ for dinner. If you keep up with me, You'll pray to the Devil, And loose all your morals, I will savor the fire He rains. A blight in your sight, I will tempt you to Hell, In all my lavish seduction, A burning desire to do you. Does it feel better? When God points your compass? If he were proven unreal. Where would you go? Would you burglarize? Would you assault? Would you kill?

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You kissed me on the forehead and told me you'd be back later at night when you ended your shift. The time in which I would already be fast asleep dreaming of the father that you promised, but never got the chance to be. You excused your absences with material goods used to create a superficial mind, luxurious items that act as remembrances of the bond you and I lack. The relationship that serves as the vital component to our kinship. But I cannot blame, no, I will not resent you If I now know that you would have been there if you could have. I just wish that I would have known that before. Before I let your absence challenge my confidence, and burglarize my sense of security. I wish I was not so Ignorant to the fact that you would eventually devise a way to generate time for me, before I spent nights on the streets, knocking on every other door of the neighborhood, wooing each man of the house until I would find the right properly loving father for my own, along with the bonus of something intimately more. A lost little street *****

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Jun 1, 2014

Jun 1, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC

alexander-lopez

Ghost

You kissed me on the forehead and told me you'd be back later at night when you ended your shift. The time in which I would already be fast asleep dreaming of the father that you promised, but never got the chance to be. You excused your absences with material goods used to create a superficial mind, luxurious items that act as remembrances of the bond you and I lack. The relationship that serves as the vital component to our kinship. But I cannot blame, no, I will not resent you If I now know that you would have been there if you could have. I just wish that I would have known that before. Before I let your absence challenge my confidence, and burglarize my sense of security. I wish I was not so Ignorant to the fact that you would eventually devise a way to generate time for me, before I spent nights on the streets, knocking on every other door of the neighborhood, wooing each man of the house until I would find the right properly loving father for my own, along with the bonus of something intimately more. A lost little street *****

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SENTENCING I understand a thief picking my pocket Or sneaking in at night to burglarize I understand prestidigitation tricks Seeming miracles before my eyes. It is easy to understand a robber The holdup of some passerby. They don’t have a conscience so They don’t even have to try. I understand the bullies in schools The ones who disrespect the rules. Probably their parents were creeps Abused them while they would sleep. The kids can become nasty, and mean. It’s high on the list of evil I’ve seen. Because to abuse a child is a sin And it ruins the child before it begins. It makes sense for bad butchers To carve off a bit from the customers Especially if they never get caught; It is very much the way they were taught. It’s so much like those confidence men Take money their marks won’t see again. And creeps sell phony knockoff goods. All kinds of bastardy comes out of the woods. But, I can’t understand the people who Make huge money off all that they do To sell their fellow countrymen out. That is a very special kind of lout. The kind that get elected to high office And behave in a way that is lawless. These people stole everything they got. They deserve to be taken out and shot. Brent Kincaid 3/16/2015

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Mar 17, 2015

Mar 17, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC

brent-kincaid

SENTENCING

SENTENCING I understand a thief picking my pocket Or sneaking in at night to burglarize I understand prestidigitation tricks Seeming miracles before my eyes. It is easy to understand a robber The holdup of some passerby. They don’t have a conscience so They don’t even have to try. I understand the bullies in schools The ones who disrespect the rules. Probably their parents were creeps Abused them while they would sleep. The kids can become nasty, and mean. It’s high on the list of evil I’ve seen. Because to abuse a child is a sin And it ruins the child before it begins. It makes sense for bad butchers To carve off a bit from the customers Especially if they never get caught; It is very much the way they were taught. It’s so much like those confidence men Take money their marks won’t see again. And creeps sell phony knockoff goods. All kinds of bastardy comes out of the woods. But, I can’t understand the people who Make huge money off all that they do To sell their fellow countrymen out. That is a very special kind of lout. The kind that get elected to high office And behave in a way that is lawless. These people stole everything they got. They deserve to be taken out and shot. Brent Kincaid 3/16/2015

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This fool doth not consider himself wise, writing paltry poetry difficult to read and/or actualize methinks perusers of great literature snub nose how I miserably advertise, laughable attempt to aerobicise fifty plus shades of gray matter lobbying showy words agonize zing effort perhaps best to cauterize near petrified glob - boon for scientists to analyze baffling laboratory technicians unusual crenulations a profound surprise pitiful peremptorily doth apologize unlike verbalization feasible after webbed whirled fist size terra incognita reveals numbskull years wrought yours truly to anesthetize smelting, squelching, and suppressing emotions scored how tree rings annualize environmental conditions definite premature imp of the pervert poe fella lifetime channels, where bullies did antagonize upon death requested autopsy authorize zing eager scalpels to apprize miniature dried river bed formerly streams of consciousness lake never seen before engendering crowdsource to hypothesize baffling every expert, how terrible fate did baptize ala lemony snicket series of unfortunate events multiplied power bajillion times number only Google could surmise obvious tell tale signs did brutalize as if smacked upside the head one unfortunate gladly apparently suffered maelstroms of armageddon size poet chars evidently succeeded to burglarize more successful than Watergate psychological ploys hackers noninvasively did cannibalize (perhaps bored furloughed government employees) albeit noninvasively deeming imposible to canonize resultant cerebral corpus understandably did capsize entire body politik (Democrat) faced, booked on hatred did demonize verbal assaults indicate suffering did caramelize cerebrum, cerebellum and brainstem resembling burnt offering impossible to categorize glommed hardened integument colleagues hard pressed to characterize highly rendered anomaly, hence unfair to criticize erratic schizoid personality disorder quite evident amyloid plaques did significantly crystalize definitely explain aberrant quirks resultant incessant emasculation unquestionably led him to demoralize.

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Jan 29, 2019

Jan 29, 2019 at 1:39 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

An Average Schlepper

This fool doth not consider himself wise, writing paltry poetry difficult to read and/or actualize methinks perusers of great literature snub nose how I miserably advertise, laughable attempt to aerobicise fifty plus shades of gray matter lobbying showy words agonize zing effort perhaps best to cauterize near petrified glob - boon for scientists to analyze baffling laboratory technicians unusual crenulations a profound surprise pitiful peremptorily doth apologize unlike verbalization feasible after webbed whirled fist size terra incognita reveals numbskull years wrought yours truly to anesthetize smelting, squelching, and suppressing emotions scored how tree rings annualize environmental conditions definite premature imp of the pervert poe fella lifetime channels, where bullies did antagonize upon death requested autopsy authorize zing eager scalpels to apprize miniature dried river bed formerly streams of consciousness lake never seen before engendering crowdsource to hypothesize baffling every expert, how terrible fate did baptize ala lemony snicket series of unfortunate events multiplied power bajillion times number only Google could surmise obvious tell tale signs did brutalize as if smacked upside the head one unfortunate gladly apparently suffered maelstroms of armageddon size poet chars evidently succeeded to burglarize more successful than Watergate psychological ploys hackers noninvasively did cannibalize (perhaps bored furloughed government employees) albeit noninvasively deeming imposible to canonize resultant cerebral corpus understandably did capsize entire body politik (Democrat) faced, booked on hatred did demonize verbal assaults indicate suffering did caramelize cerebrum, cerebellum and brainstem resembling burnt offering impossible to categorize glommed hardened integument colleagues hard pressed to characterize highly rendered anomaly, hence unfair to criticize erratic schizoid personality disorder quite evident amyloid plaques did significantly crystalize definitely explain aberrant quirks resultant incessant emasculation unquestionably led him to demoralize.

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