"poom" poems - Hello Poetry

When I push the pedal to the metal theres no limit I **** space... my movement never constant just can't stay in one place... So I zoom zoom through the poom poom... leaving ****** scenes in bedrooms.. given girlies the boom boom... Explode...As i unload... round after round clip after clip... as their bodies shake and twitch lick after lick... Sounds of *** remind me I'm some **** And why the **** Im i even sittin here doin this... With no remorse in my eyes.. I **** em until they die... pound after pound clap sound after clap sound... pelivis agianst ***** we know which is the meanest.. Wit no protection Im at war.. with criminals who only ***** Thier war crimes they get paid for... then the death toll I get blaimed for.. As i leave them slayin to rest... Some label me the best... others just another *** that clucks at all the hens.. Can't read my metaphors that means ***** alot of women... The reaction is i get a lot of practice so i can be to half bad.. So dont sign up for tryouts get cut then get mad... because you haven't had the amout of practice i had.. See I know all types of tricks.. lights skin, brown skin, dark skin, i got a whole lot of picks. The ins and the outs.. when to drive in and when to pull out... Squirting your insides against my stomach... you panic.. instantly proclaiming to your maker... that Iam your ****** the one who drove to fast that your waves decided to crash... all over me..milking your sweet nector... as you lay life lessly twitching..the side effects of a killing.. so i place the pedal to the metal i tend to burn rubber... one hand around the neck of the wheel and the other around my lovers...

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Apr 4, 2012

Apr 4, 2012 at 10:48 AM UTC

quentin-briscoe

Murderer

When I push the pedal to the metal theres no limit I **** space... my movement never constant just can't stay in one place... So I zoom zoom through the poom poom... leaving ****** scenes in bedrooms.. given girlies the boom boom... Explode...As i unload... round after round clip after clip... as their bodies shake and twitch lick after lick... Sounds of *** remind me I'm some **** And why the **** Im i even sittin here doin this... With no remorse in my eyes.. I **** em until they die... pound after pound clap sound after clap sound... pelivis agianst ***** we know which is the meanest.. Wit no protection Im at war.. with criminals who only ***** Thier war crimes they get paid for... then the death toll I get blaimed for.. As i leave them slayin to rest... Some label me the best... others just another *** that clucks at all the hens.. Can't read my metaphors that means ***** alot of women... The reaction is i get a lot of practice so i can be to half bad.. So dont sign up for tryouts get cut then get mad... because you haven't had the amout of practice i had.. See I know all types of tricks.. lights skin, brown skin, dark skin, i got a whole lot of picks. The ins and the outs.. when to drive in and when to pull out... Squirting your insides against my stomach... you panic.. instantly proclaiming to your maker... that Iam your ****** the one who drove to fast that your waves decided to crash... all over me..milking your sweet nector... as you lay life lessly twitching..the side effects of a killing.. so i place the pedal to the metal i tend to burn rubber... one hand around the neck of the wheel and the other around my lovers...

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COFFEE MAKES ME CRAZAY IT MAKES ME WIGGLE AND JIGGLE ALL OVER MY ROOM SO I CAN"T EVEN TYPE THIS POOM

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Oct 10, 2013

Oct 10, 2013 at 11:50 PM UTC

jaykzee

COFFEE

COFFEE MAKES ME CRAZAY IT MAKES ME WIGGLE AND JIGGLE ALL OVER MY ROOM SO I CAN"T EVEN TYPE THIS POOM

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I eat my feelings in a spoonful of concentrated milk Powdered milk A pound of peanut butter A bit of butter and sugar Sugar, sweet sugar Binge binge binge Till my eyes become wet "Eyorgasm" from food I collect In my belly they move, they dance Jibble, dribble, floppy cheeks Sadness, deep as the hole I scrunched in the sand years ago Repentance creeping throughout bread crumbs glazed atop shaky fingers Glaze, pastries, oily eyelashes trembling, drizzling wet puddles of salt Drowning, me, sorrows into the ocean I've become Drowning, still, incomplete, a worm, floating in and out of my ears From right to left, right to left, right left, left, left, right, left and then Lighting strikes ten thousand miles from another sphere Half of a worm gets stuck in the rear Realisation (Trak! Poom! Pow!) Je suis une pomme pourrie

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Aug 22, 2018

Aug 22, 2018 at 2:09 AM UTC

Lavendervomit

Baba au rhum

I eat my feelings in a spoonful of concentrated milk Powdered milk A pound of peanut butter A bit of butter and sugar Sugar, sweet sugar Binge binge binge Till my eyes become wet "Eyorgasm" from food I collect In my belly they move, they dance Jibble, dribble, floppy cheeks Sadness, deep as the hole I scrunched in the sand years ago Repentance creeping throughout bread crumbs glazed atop shaky fingers Glaze, pastries, oily eyelashes trembling, drizzling wet puddles of salt Drowning, me, sorrows into the ocean I've become Drowning, still, incomplete, a worm, floating in and out of my ears From right to left, right to left, right left, left, left, right, left and then Lighting strikes ten thousand miles from another sphere Half of a worm gets stuck in the rear Realisation (Trak! Poom! Pow!) Je suis une pomme pourrie

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There was a man, about whom it was said, that he was near enough, but could get no nearer.

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Aug 15, 2014

Aug 15, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC

IgnatiusBrabazon

Poom

There was a man, about whom it was said, that he was near enough, but could get no nearer.

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