B...b...bars

B...b...bars

A Poem by Picture of Poetry
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A poems about bars

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Ah, you invite many.

The sounds escaping you bed for them.

Wooded thrones

             waiting for innocent souls

          that you soon devour

       into wicked darkness

    ‘till smelling coffee and sun

 awaken them.

You touch their lips,

              enter their head

                 corrupt their minds.

‘Till enough is enough,

     and their sanity of sanctuary

   beckons them back.

© 2010 Picture of Poetry


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Picture of Poetry
Picture of Poetry

Atlanta,, GA



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My name is Jessica, but my friends call me Jess. I'm ___ years old. I love writing and reading as much poetry and famous literature as possible during my spare time. Basically, all day, every day is.. more..

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