Slay Poems - Poems about Slay

Hungry minds grow This is something we need to know Everybody wants to be at the top Yet many don’t want to grow while On their way to the top The darkness paves the way Believing in yourself is something you need to say Life paints an adventure with different shades The blade of truth Should remind you that you must not forget to...

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who's 'fraid of poems? not I, I said. Then again, who's 'fraid of poems?...

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In pursuit of curves, some choose the lift, A quest for beauty, a transformative shift. But amidst the surgeries, a deeper tale, A journey where self-love might set sail. No judgment for choices, the paths we take, Yet ponder the reasons, the risks we undertake. Society's pressures, perceptions we bear, A world where self-worth is laid bare. South African souls, playing a role, In...

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I am coming right away To say what I want to say Though I own no Jet or car I am no Kanye or soccer star Can't keep this feeling no more Being shy can be bore If you like you can't say no I will know you say so There can't be river without rain There can't be tears without pain Grass grow...

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Rise Up Warrior And Slay The Savage Beasts Rise thyself up and fight the angry storm Tomorrow will certainly be far too late Stirring winds are flashing their usual norm In conjunction with busy hands of Fate Trees swaying, limbs breaking, man what a roar The angry gods are gifting out their wrath Dancing up the valley, vengeful they tore Leaving an unholy...

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Hungry minds grow This is something we need to know Everybody wants to be Yet many don’t want to grow The darkness paves a way Believing in yourself is something you need to say Life paints an adventure with different shades The blade of truth Should teach you that you must not forget to pray So find a giant and slay it Let the...

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"Every struggle in my life has been a lesson and made me stronger" - Constance La France Sometimes I find myself at war With obstacles that life unleash ...

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When at night so late I put up courage to say hello And got stocked up waiting Hoping you will pick up But all ended in mistrials When at night your shyness dictates You think walls have ears without hole Think of online chatting A place our distance-difference perfectly hookup Or you try out redials When alone with my thought All...

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God Should Slay My Sins God should slay my sins and take away; Teach me what to say and my bills pay; Separate never; Love forever, And I will be sure to pray every day. Jim Horn...

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Man’s intrinsic apathy's negligence-justified frown Is the actual defining substance of a mortal clown; Who with hollowed prejudgments fellow men slays, And likens to hallowed duty his thoughtless decays. He is evil's meekest martyr by doom's onus bound, The cold-blooded outlaw donning dark's lucid veils; His the bounden call to trim unwary lives that thrive, His a sworn charge to...

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Physical glow of a queen with the account of a peasant maintaining the countenance that will make men arise against a few disapprovals, she manages the crack a self acclaimed socialite with an office built with nothing smart phone, the converter of her fantasy to reality with contracts making way through a chat or a dial electrical and anatomical devices, her...

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Slay poor men’s dreams lest hopeful themes gain sway - make up self-serving laws to flaw their take. Fray each mashed man’s reach with sharp wished decay - break all freewill just for overkill’s sake. Downplay pained lives with Champaign or Broadway - slake...

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Don’t judge me when you’re not near me, I’m not someone you hear or see, painting blind my portrait blurry, projecting out lost and fury. Did you tell others this is me, this made up personality, do they believe and think it be, though it not reality. It’s what’s been said, and what all think, don’t trace the thread don’t...

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Written By: D. Collins 1/4/19 We are here for a reason. To shoot for the gold. Showing Katrina survivors still have a soul. They have to play us or slay us in our backyard. Or, gain firsthand knowledge of “Goin’ Hard”. We host this party with one intention in mind. To be the last man standing at the finish...

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Chinese whispers and the rumours, do some brains have blisters and tumours, spreading gossip forever continues, slaying all logic to rest in tombs. These lips leak lies like lethal fumes, wear thick lipstick and bad perfumes, they want a war of words I presume, but wars with me will ensure their doom. Be certain, that's a certainty, for now you're no concern to me, no...

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