Best Double Over Poems

People don't play sports because its fun, ask any athlete most of them hate it, but 
they couldn't imagine their life without it. 

Its part of them, the love hate relationship it’s what they live for. They live for the 
practices, the parties, and the...

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My simple library contains no fancy morocco-bound tomes,
Like those found in majestic castles and rich folks' homes.
But the books on its shelves that I truly do treasure.
Over a life-time have provided so much reading pleasure!

There's no greater gratification, ensconced in my favorite chair,
Than reading a...

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Sharp piercing pains
rendered me breathless
I double over,
crouching low like a panther.
Fire, searing fiery fire
leaped at my sides,
licking my backside.
I groan and writhe,
growl and curse!

only the ticking clock
dares to surpass my loud moans.
Sweat trickles down my backside,
flowing down, forming rivulets as 
they meet and scamper downwards.
Another...

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You love to double dare,
double down
Raise the stakes and double the bet
You love to double dip,
double back
Lower the cage and shark bite thru the double mesh net
The risk of getting caught
is part of doing the crime
		But you don’t care about doing the time
		You love to...

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Mr. Officer?
Mr. Officer your job is hard I know,
Policing men and women as they travel to and fro,
You have a thankless duty sure it’s true,
For just as you hate crime many criminals hate you,
But this I need to grasp good sir this I need to...

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I see you
Double over 
Cripple to the ground

Who's laughing now
Don't pretend you
Know me 

For your the hollow
Whisper in my ear
That whispers of 

Nation creations
As if its all your fun 
You pull out your weapons

 you pull out your guns'
And dance with joy 
And away you...

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I SAW THE TREES LAUGHING

				I saw the trees laughing at the wind
						as it passed by.
				They were whispering jokes to each other,
						I’m almost sure.
				Their arms started flailing as the jolly rumble
						began in the trunk;
				A timber tickle sent through a barky throat
						that shivered
				Leading to the double-over, barrel-rolling
						laughter.
				Tell...

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pale yellow shards of brittle glass
shatter under my feet
as I stroll along this grey patchwork of concrete
and if the world stutters precarious on its spurious axis,
I pay it no mind
the ice of my pupils melts into inky lashes 
that bleed cold down my face
and in...

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He's always up there 
On the crescent moon 
Sleeping and snoring loudly
Oh, this "Cupid" couldn't be more different 
He's always too groggy from sleep
To ever shoot his arrow straight 
Ask his unfortunate victims
Those still alive anyway 
All of them, injured... still lovelorn 
Some are still...

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Fist smacks chest, I double over.
Pulls my hair, wrenching me up once more.
Imprints his thumbs and fingers bones 
Into my chin and cheeks,
Bruising - he crushes the virgin skin.
Presses his booze stinking breath against my face;
He bellows abuse and filth riled language toward me,
Fetch me...

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Turn of An Unfriendly Card
(Tarot 3 of Swords)

I cannot empathize with a shattered heart.
That image of a fragile, breakable baby pink orb
Is insulting to how I feel.
The turn of an unfriendly card depicts three swords
thrust into a still beating heart
I feel the sliver blade of...

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I see them most days now in the street,
Neanderthal look-a-likes,
Who only grunt when I give them a hearty good day,
Bent double over their phone,
Gripping it like a prize bone
Bearing a sharp resemblance to prehistoric man, 
Who could not yet stand upright,
Showing no signs of sociability...

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you, me, she and she

love is us, the four of us,
you, me, she and she.
it is the way we bust out
in spontaneous dance moves
in the middle of our living room
when our fam-fave beat comes on
and we turn the stereo way up too loud
and you do...

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Like a burst of confetti
They erupt into the corner store.
Tanned, long legged,
Laughing and pushing each other.
They toss their sun-bleached hair
And glance around to see
If people are watching.
Beach outfits – bikinis
Barely hidden under short
Skimpy  coverups.
Sandals, high platform heels,
Gold or red or raffia
With sparkly decorations.
They find...

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