Kryptonite Poems - Poems about Kryptonite

Large buttered popcorn biscuits and gravy with hash browns monsters caffeinated pop pot of coffee with cream everyone has their kryptonite what's yours?...

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"He who looks outside, dreams. He who looks inside, awakens." ...

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She feels it again. The hooks try to grab her again they try to drag her under. The brown eye girl fights it. She tries not to look around her town everything reminds her of him; It reminds her of the man she once loved. The church down the street where they met and...

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you knew the feeling of weakness, the tremble of your famished body, the restless mope of a spirit, groveling tired thoughts. but then. . . you laid eyes upon him, you discovered another weakness, fustigated with heart palpitations, insides nerved with desire, languid with infatuation. a predilection of the soul, your heart unwavering with love, for he who made your body weak makes you drown in exuberance too. heart...

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I saw you and immediately knew you were different, you had changed within months after you left a cycle repeats as you enter and return to my life, each time breaking me more than the last Of course, I always give in because my heart simply crave for yours if only you felt the same...

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My kryptonite is music So much so that a teal tune sticks in my head all day until I hear another to replace I find music in everything the way the phone rings how red tea kettle sings the beat of a flat tire the crackling of a blue fire Music in even your snore funny how you choke stop and hop to a...

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"A Cemetery Tale " I stay away from the cemetery at night for that is where he lives I call him the Demon head, and he has horns of alabaster calcite every time I visit my friend's grave, I always break out in hives cuz he is always there shedding his horns, all through the...

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The stranger is strange, pariah, leper sounds offbeat, Neither truculent, nor relevant, all destined to encounter the doomed relic; The bizarre outlander, alien to stimulate the instant pulse-beats! The uninvited hobnobber, one despises to welcome in routine frolic. The stranger is unsolicited, the object of latent fear, As strange may be the ways of the unbidden ones' intentional cares! ...

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The azure ocean, home to the embedded enormous incomprehensible riches of mysteries and riddles, More than the Mars, lies unfathomed, underneath the conundrum of oceanic colossal rhythms. From the The Milky Sea Phenomenon, a sight captured as bioluminescence illusion, The Purple Orb of the ocean floor of California and the Baltic Sea’s anomalous puzzles, Like the alien spaceship...

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My Kryptonite Sweet tooth is the sweet truth of mine. And my kryptonite! Any time, day, or night. I know, this is wrong, not right. May be termed as vice! But to me perfect and nice. Sweet attachment inherited from my father Transmitted to all...

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I hate that you fight me While your eyes shine brightly Acting like I can’t see That you still really love me Your mom says that she see’s it in your eyes Claiming that you hate me When really, it’s all lies Even your dad knows, it’s no surprise When I’m in your sight Everything feels just right I become your dream knight That’s why I...

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Shyness, more than usual, had been my core kryptonite! Innocent me! Like a panda bear, in my boyhood! Bright! Girlish, the grown-ups crowned me! An inauspicious floret! Praying: May boldness breathes in me by the Holy Spirit!! Youthfulness, like a peacock, expressed blissful boyishness! Cherished, as in a colorful garden, in joyousness! There entered, as though foul eagles, the puritan grown-ups! Blowing...

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When dieting, I’m rarely weak. In fact, I’m Batgirl strong – resisting the allure of sweet desserts. I’ve never been attacked by chocolate hunger pangs. I’ve got the cure. I give myself allowance every day to taste a little bit of things I crave since deprivation is the surest way to get a Superhero sure to cave. But don’t let popcorn anywhere near...

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From the ages of five to fifteen, I was abused at home, bullied, and harassed at school, and was, generally unhappy most of the time. During those same years, I was dealing with the sickness and death of my mother. Graduating from high school, going away to college, and eventually enlisting in the military service,...

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Pain has never scared me The chance of a cut or scrape never once made me wary Watching the blood rush to the surface following a freshly scraped knee When I was little, first intrigued me As time moved on pain took new forms Evolving from nicks and bumps to aching emotional sores Though the threat of a new...

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