Poison Heart, Pumping the poison with each breath it takes, As it seethes and soaks into my soul. Changing the being I once was. Poison Man, Deathly touch, Acid Tongue, Vile thoughts, and a Killing Glance. Sharing his poison with you, Whether you like it or not... Poisoned World, Full of deceit and lies, Where the only thing to anticipate, Is ...

When the emotion of anger was shared with his friend the wrath subsided, but when he bottles up that anger and fears and suspicion grow, the consequences are disastrous. The anger …

I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I told it not, my wrath did grow. And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night. Till it bore an apple bright. And he knew that it was mine. My …

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PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous poison poems. These examples illustrate what a famous poison poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate). See also:

Apr 26, 2012 · If you could lick my heart, it would poison you. Wow! You see, although a hero of the resistance movement, plagued by survivor guilt, he became an uncontrollable alcoholic later in life.

POISON HEART I am tired. I am tired unto the life of me. Wolves have torn out my side and the buzzards circle overhead in slow, patient circles. The color, red, predominates, oozing springs of my blood. I have a remembrance of the Tigres Euphrates river, And how it winds its cool, emerald self around the sizzling, yellow ochre sand.

Sacrifice and pain / From my heart to yours / Tears shed of persistence / To ascend that r. Published at the web's largest poetry site.

you are poison ivy. growing in my heart, sprouting first as a little bud at the base and then wrapping your tendrils and vines around tighter and tighter until I can barely breathe. you are poison ivy itching at the disassembled strands of my affections and i want to tear my chest open, pluck off the petals of my heart, hands coated in pollen and

A dark poison was running through the veins of his family’s organization. The only way to combat it was a stronger poison. Romeo hadn’t wanted to marry, and Anita was too sweet, too innocent for the world he lived in.