Best Boxing Glove Poems

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He was the child that did not smile, or live
or breath, towards his death he did not look
as though he had the time to duck...

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They spied me in the sky, dropping bombs of love
on Ferguson, and bitchy women's  rooms; and rednecks' 
shooting range was next, the blooded boxing...

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Hand Grown In Thyme.

On Brummie Sea and Burnley oak,
In bearded wood and clove
I hidey in this Mutton cloth
That strangles like a choke.

Lampooned upon this Ferris...

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I whispered lightly as a rose
To grease my oily bagpipe,
And sniffing with her hairy nose
A dwarf flew into sight.

‘Pull down your flabby chopsticks, man.’
She ordered...

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Dark thoughts twitching on a nightstand.
Wrinkled -bloated-bloodied.
Like an ancient boxing glove.
Powerless-broken-longshot.

A dead sea scroll- smoldering. 
In the chambers of a burned-out heart....

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He was tough, he’d been raised to be big, fit and strong, 
To hide any hurt, pain or fear.
He’d prepared for this fight, bottling his...

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Mom knew long before I did 
that I never made this bid
Proud and did not leave it under lid
She loved and never got rid

Her only...

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A can of coke and a good book to read
Sitting in the sunshine embracing my greed
The sun's beaming rays piercing my skin
Microwaving my internal organs...

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You were the  man that was once my dream,
But now with you all I want to do is scream.

Today, in the mail, yet again...

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A small bat was flying in my house
    circling over the bed.
With a pole and a boxing glove
    I...

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Hate
In civilized quarters, an outrageous obscenity:
Unwashed, perishing pant
And, for real, a dismaying insanity,
When a hater heatedly rants
At his subject of unusual dislike,
Whom he would’ve loved...

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No words to capture
elusive love.

Chased,
with boxing glove 
laced to hand.

Attempt to catch 
a feathered dove;

make a lasting stand.

Stalk 
whispered wind

in noon-day traffic.

Place a collar on...

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Monkey Man found in his perpetual boring bachelor flat
A darling tiny yellow spotted domesticated tabby cat.
The thing was mewing, and needed some milk.
Her coat was...

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Bike to ramp and from ramp to tree
In just a second you can feel the hit
Hanging midair is a time of glee
Adrenaline rush with teeth...

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