Salty Poems - Poems about Salty

We're sweet, or salty, depends on reason and sight... salt or sweet...let's fight...!...

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My sea has no shore Where are you, I have no clue The ocean is so big that I can't find the shore. My sinking boat has no sailor, Sailor, I have no support, The ocean is so big that I can't find the shore. Is it salty or salty or salty? I don't understand, But this world is so bitter that I can't find...

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Ocean the blue cat likes to suck on random toes taste the salty sweat ...

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If tears don't run salty into the bowl of lentils of life, you don't know the seasoning of pain, It's just a breeze, a transient wind over your infinite fields of indifference. When you weep, tasting of all things, satiated with the world's profound murmur, You conceal an unknown yearning in your sob, and the salt crystallizes in...

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Violently mimic the wind, stay salty yet flow like water; With an attitude stay thick skinned, violently mimic the wind; Keep poetry neat and well penned, then punctuate it to slaughter; Violently mimic the wind, stay salty yet flow like water....

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We're born- we live-we take-we give. We knead love while churning hate. Love comes through the curtain unabated then leaves with a clack, like the song of a raven. We sashay into open hearts... unleashing a maelstrom of fiery darts. God prunes the root of our pain and balms the burning in the brain... in return we curse his blessed name. We rage...

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Salty and bitter, But I am not a quitter, No, instead rather I am more of a winner Than the sorest of loser....

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I am here and there but I belong to somewhere with the salty breeze I fly low and slow watching what are the closest worries to be faught ...

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The tastes of spring jostle my taste buds to awaken. To stand up, Get poked out on tongue. Then to flick and lick, from the very tip of my tongue. Savoring the tantalizing, titillating, tit-bit tastes, that spring in season, rendered in bounteous bounty harvests, from berries, fruits, peas, herbs, beans and juices. Premeditated, contemplated and jazz-jammed to razzmatazz improvisations and mantras by scents wafting...

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Came the day he told me he'd found someone new and I stood frozen in both place and time. My heart was as cold as the Winter wind that blew and I recall clouds darkening the afternoon sky. Raindrops fell, but no tears from my eyes. I didn't acknowledge a word he'd said. I simply turned and walked away, numb...

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I used to claim, I'm just getting old til a friend said, "no, seasoned", with a gentle scold. It does sound better. I must admit, but am still pondering which spices fit? Was I seasoned by the sea with its salty air? Am I spiced by my anger which at times flares? Was I peppered by my individual journey, and all of...

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I didn't know that all this could happen He thought that he was a simp But instead he was a noow He used to think that he was flexing yet cheugy This became salty when I got sus When his fam told me of his dirty plans I had to ghost so as to calm myself Since he was acting so crashy Getting...

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If I were to close my eyes or dare to blink I'd sink in salty rivers of tears on my cheeks I wonder how long the flow will continue to linger My fingers tire but cannot wipe them all away I feel the burdened weight of my sodden lashes fearing the gashes in my heart will go on bleeding June 6,...

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I want to become a jelly fish. Brainless Boneless Bloodless I want to float in the Ocean. Let the waves carry Me. Note.Please no injection....

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Salty water has never tasted so sweet. Tears drop down my face and into my sobbing mouth as I savour my own pain as if it were the last thing I will ever drink. At least I can feel pain. It proves that despite my fears, I am not immortal and if I do choose I may die. I’ve...

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