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?...Read the rest...

"He who looks outside, dreams. He who looks inside, awakens." ...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

"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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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! ...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...