Best Threw Poems
She's on the Verge
Joe cool
She talks to her hand
like seriously duh
the joke im not telling
we used to be witches writing poetry in coffee shops
smoking pot in serene gardens
and if it wasn't for Ginger my dog
that ran away to make love to Winchester
when she was in heat
we never would have met when we were eight
and still friends
but she tells me its because of me she's crazy
She wants me to remove pro creations that are stalking her
something tells me she's visited the funny farm too many times
I've been there
I've seen it
I know
But me and Joe
we are two of a kind
But I could be bluffing
maybe we're part of a royal flush
I'm space ace from mars
and she's a voodoo queen
to complete the circle of a long lost God in Girlfriend
Only the watchtowers know what that truly means
How did i get soo lucky her mother asked
but I'm not lucky at all
count your blessings and learn to read between the lines
because this mystic in your life
from your tree of fruits and loins did she fall
I'm a gullible god
and so are you
the tower of Babel has fallen
and she doesn't know what to do
so when she speaks the tongue of spirituality or which
and all you hear is psycho babble
it doesn't sound like
sneesh cheep bleep flap jip hap frew
she makes sense to me with words shes obsessing
i just wish you would take it on yourselves to read up on it
to understand her to communicate
instead of sending her to the hospital
Those pills make her
talk to her hand
and those lies are mostly true
fact is stranger than fiction
and together your family can pull through
even those doctors
are a little bit mad at that tea party
and shes never thrown me away after what I've been through
i love her to pieces
so should you
shes always been there for me
and when we lose touch she searches high and low for me
when you lose touch
there are more than one thing u can do
shes had exorcisms
and a low self esteem
date rape by succesfull well respected men
and everyone said it was blasphemy
it's not easy but it could be worse
believe you me
she's beautiful on the inside
and soo many soo called sane people
are beautiful outside
but uglier than sin if you ask me
Drew Brees threw with ease
For Who-Dats to please
But never encroach
Upon the head coach
In spite of their pleas
In the depths of winter's cold,
your smile felt like a warm breeze.
And wooing me with finesse,
you captured my heart with ease.
I thought that you were somehow
different from most I knew.
And I believed you loved me,
for I fell in love with you.
You were the source of my strength,
the rock upon which I clung.
But, like a granite idol's
stone heart, the truth was far-flung.
You concocted silly stories
each time you wanted to stray.
And stripping love of value,
you simply threw it away.
Your lies hammered at my heart
breaking it into pieces.
And I no longer believe,
love irons out the creases.
(Quatrain)
9/4/2015
I threw caution to the wind
As I stood there on the edge
Would she carry me over?
Or just leave me on the ledge?
I threw caution to the wind
Never did I really believe
That the wind was ever kind
And waiting to give relief
I threw caution to the wind
And soared upon her wings
Never really knowing
The freedom that she brings
I threw caution to the wind
And what a pleasant surprise
The wind carried back to me
All that my heart desires
I threw caution to the wind
I threw caution to the wind
I threw caution to the wind
And the wind carried you to me!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
As I sit next to him I cant help but to see his veins
Blood running thick within them I look and smile
He starts to fall into an endless sleep, all that's left is his remains
His body is full of empty veins as long as a mile
I Came to the edge of a ocean
looking off to the sea
Grabbed up scraps of steel
parts of old cars
and I threw them to the water below
Thinking to myself
perhaps I threw myself in too
Then I took out the urn
held it high to the shine
her last rays of sun
and I swiftly threw her
into the deep dark sea
And there she sank
to the floor below
to start her life new
as the mother of pearls
There she goes
to the eternal under the sea
where she always wanted to be
Maybe the sun will shine
and evap the water
into clouds
And her spirit rises
into the air
filling the sky
covering me as I cry
and the clouds begin to rain
to pour her love over me again
Instead I took out the urn
held it high to the shine
for her last rays of sun
and swiftly I threw her
into the deep dark sea
And there she sank to the floor below
to start her life new
where she always wanted to be
as the mother of pearls.
Tanka 13
threw a stone into
an old pond and I listened
to the sound of stone
though no way to comprehend
the depth of rippling water
When one meets one
Two is made
Three is company
Fours got it made
Fives in the middle
Six hot on the trail
Sevens just there
Eight don’t care
Nine with its tail
Ten there for fun
All this when one meets one
Nothing works here
people are just scavengers
off past civilisations
even the atoms are complaining
not enough for anyone
illusions the mainstay of life
this is a post nuclear error world
one of many destroyed
whengod gave up on it.
A child made from a passionate romance, I heard a mother -n- a father holler from
their son throwing up both his hands, we heard your demands-n-commands, you
heard the voice of death, 4 all you saw was a black man, no threat yet you took the
life out those hands, and the law into your own, you were wrong, you left a family -n-
a nation in a zone, you desecrated the United States as well as your police uniform,
you’re not alone desperados, cops with a badge -n- a gun made of chrome, I’m
throwing up both my hands, 4 I’m 2 in a zone, -n- 2 the God who watches over us all,
help us change these hateful thoughts in our dome, 4 this behavior you don’t
condone, a child made from a passionate romance, you were killed, a man with both
his hands up, now both his parents holler 4 he is gone, Michael Brown I love you my
brother, and I will fight until this disease behavior in the minds-n-hearts of men is
gone.
Don’t fall in love looking through immature eyes
Then wake up to see that you married an immature mate
Get a standard and raise it high and let it guide you to your maturity too
Warning this standard is not superficial
But the standard is a heart and character issue
Adhering to the heart and character is a bigger step of one’s maturity
Oh my mate has a good heart and great character traits
But wait you got to date long enough to know if there’s any wavering
This standard you should never settle for less
For the heart and character is the deal breaker for a marriage success
Be careful dont pick a mate looking through immature eyes to create a chance to fall in love with the wrong mate
To create a chance to be so in love to where you're overwhelmed with feeling like it is a necessity to get married
But to the wrong mate.?!
So while accessing your significant other just make sure you are not looking threw immature eyes
sometime's we belive in so much that we forget the real truth's
we want to just belive in anything that would hold our heart's together.
all our joy's and outcome's in a world of untold lie's.
i touch your hand in mine today as i had day's before but today it felt like of no other day
before . you had a coldness in your hand that showed upon your face
is this goinga be the day our lives will fall outa place?
tell me now do we start all over tell eachother lie's, or come clean and make a new start.?
we been as friend's as husband and wife ,as mother as father and intered this life we've
gave eachother our soul's hope's and dream's now were weak with lie's in between can we
stand together and show this world that true love and life can makw a good world ?
over come this hurt inside and start a new life with my beautiful husband or wife.
Form:
Gazing the
sun from a hill
vibes floating
like a stream
feel like
a dream now
i'm here
Amazing the
one real
emotion spent
dancing under
the sun
lovely convotion
dancing under sun
what ugly
moment turned beautiful
with sunlight
beaming on my body
As usual.
Form:
PERHAPS HE’LL FIND THE PLASTIC MILK JUG WE THREW AWAY
TODAY
My family demanded “come on and take this car and park it”
Oh heavens, wifey poo, what happens if we’re late for the market
I really didn’t want any more loud conversation and neither did she
And to see if I was close enough to the curb she actually measured it accurately
So we go through the islands of rising prices
And the snack aisle was arranged by a demon’s devices,
We passed cookies and cakes, bread and bottled water
And of course condoms for our sixteen year old daughter
Our daughter is hyper-concerned with what we do today
She checks out the products and what the ingredients say
While little Billy is acting silly on isle six because that’s what children do
And he gets Fruit Loops or he’ll hold his breath until his face turns blue
My little girl said “this one is made of glass, and this one is made of plastic|
Dad, please tell Billy to be quiet because the situation is drastic
Glass can be recycled but plastic will be here for my great grandson’s great grandson to find”
Then the cashier asked “paper or plastic” and my daughter said “we brought a cloth bag
because recycling should be in every heart and mind”
© 2011.…Phreepoetree
Please help me save this puny planet that pathetic people are pissing or puking upon
purposefully........ in good shape for Mr. Travis Ian
One day I sat before a time face-to-face struggling to puzzle out
from a conundrum the time threw at me. Since the riddle was
a mind bothering one I felt like Oedipus walking through a gorge
touching the surface of rough rocks to feel something that may
inspire him to find an answer to Sphinx’s riddle.
The riddle that the time threw at me was “How long does it takes to get rid of all irrationality of the world and all agonies of humankind from surface of the earth?” My answer was “Several thousand… tens of thousands… hundreds of thousands of years…. Rather, over the billions of billions to the other side of eternity?”
The time said to me “O helpless stupid idiot! If you vanish, in other words, at the moment you stop your breathing, everything, whatever the things that bother you, whatever things that torment you, will vanish at the same time;
the bitter roots live in your heart as the colorful flowers named anguish blooming by a path of cogitation: the luring scent named anxiety comes from a deep swamp, traps you and never let you go. And all those miseries, you must know, will vanish without a trace as you stop your breath.”
After the time gave me a severe scolding he shoved me roughly from the back
with his strong hand that, no matter how much you plead for his mercy or kick
and struggle, will never turn back once he moves forward or returns the thing
that once he confiscated from you. I was fallen into the abyss of pitch darkness with tremendous speed as if a piece of shattered star sucks into a block hole.