Best Thrash About Poems

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Wild Is the Night

Night wakes
In atonality of imploding infernos
Stretches,
Tossing matted tresses,
Throws off serene quilts 
Of winter’s full golden moonlight
To thrash about with bare feet
On icy floors,
Tripping over the remains of dawn
Where shreds of...

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Autumn leaves begin to mold;
as songbirds flee from the cold.
For Winter is on Her way;
clad in white and feeling bold.

When night starts to eclipse day,
children go inside to play.
And when all the flowers die,
geese no longer wish to stay.

Fledgling birds must learn to fly
before snowflakes...

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This  door is closed
Feel free to scream and shout
No one hears you
Feel free to thrash about 
Let it all out
I am sorry that it hurts
How could you not foresee 
Your own destiny 
Hold up a mirror
See your horror
And stop blaming me  
Accept the...

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we thrash about
in a pool of our bones
squirting ink into the eyes 
of a million long dead ghosts

   beneath the blackness of our ink
we snip off the arms of our sanity
one by one by one.... we slowly sink
into echoes of our snapping beak...

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 English sonnet

I'm way down here, once more ensnared in pits of my own choice
because I picked that shovel up, my shovel of revolt.
Lord, did you hear me thrash about, unmindful of Your voice,
when I began to tunnel down, the tunnel of a dolt?

Like Jonah...

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Diane Perna
BURNT TEARS


I remember a tormented childhood with
Dad’s words laced with poison and Mom 
tossed acid on my tears by saying no words
to stop it and even joined it.

I remember that even though I was a small 
and frail child that didn’t stop them ...

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Silently you watch me suffer
My cries for help unanswered
I thrash about in my pain
Driven insane by….
The Silence
“She will survive.
She will rise.”
You comfort yourself with these words
Sure that you will not be summoned
To attend a funeral

Ah, there is truth in that
You WILL not be summoned
For there...

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I hear the drums of my heart, loudly singing for my dreams to execute. I remember when I was little; ‘the greatest writer’ was my cadence. No, I haven’t forgotten my rhymes; I have just turned them to beatitudes. ‘Whoever is a hard worker will...

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Rushing through the forest,
Scratching vines tearing at our all overs,
Tangled up in glorious torment, together
Tiny clearing for a spell,

It's all very well, but what about
The journey back? Suddenly lost and
Fearful, you stumble ahead whilst
I am caught breathless in the brambles,

You trip, foot catches hold of
A...

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No snow, no moon, no fireflies
Just a mist on the forest floor
Untrodden, unspoken, unlightened
no telling of what's in store

A click of a branch behind me
A rustle in the trees up above
My feet no longer comply now
For i hear things never spoken of

I'm stuck in the...

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In no real sense is he alive:
a wind-up toy, personified.
A message bundled with a drive,
he neither eats or can divide.

Two hundred million like himself,
each one distinct, yet all the same.
Possessed of vast genetic wealth,
new life’s potential in this frame.

Like pointing north, returning home,
he has no...

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Patchwork Musings

Vying for order
This square
That corner
One's center

These squared-off life experiences
Know well jockeying for position
Is fraught with chance
Disappointment
Acceptance

The waking state knows

Nothing resolves naturally
No stitch in one's original design
Arrives at needle's focus point
Matching perfectly the original intent
Red threads
Clash with its attracted yellow
Black outs white

One's colors
Opting to make...

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While I sit here, distraught and destroyed,
while I thrash about, weeping for all that we were,
while memories make my eyes overflow with unending tears,
do you even bat an eyelash at the past?

While I walk alone, on this lonely, clouded path,
while I rail against this fate,...

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You laugh
As you see me stumble
Down the slippery embankment
Into the murky waters
Of a troubled mind.
 
You chuckle
As you see me thrash about
And you wonder if it’s just a show
An attention gimmick
Or whether I’ll actually drown.
 
In turn, you pity me
Wallowing in my nightmares and insecurities
Thanking...

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Your vibrant smile
haunts me every now and then
Sashaying strut like a peacock
is how I remember you
How come I recall only good things about you?
In my present condition,
I'm morbidly disaffected
Clear blue skies look to be dull grayish
In my pond of friends,
I thrash about like a dying...

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