Best Throes Poems

I rise and fall like melancholy tides
in ebb and flow of wistful disrepair,
our separate in consciousness divides,
the whiff of grief fills broken-hearted air.

Neglected now, heartstrings' rawhide, I mourn
with briny beads that water my dismay,
eyes teary drizzled mist, inside forlorn,
my psyche pierced by thorns in love's...

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In the Throes of Dying Love

In the throes of dying love, you’re a 
fallen angel, with no celestial saving grace.
Rose-tinted glasses shattered, you’re no longer 
my hero, just a stark-naked zero. 

You besmirch every passing season
that we shared…hacking them down, 
one by one, like ugly...

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In death throes

Last of the hang-outs  is the cruelest one 
Hanging by tubes or not,  sadly in chains
Saying  bye while  leaving a lot undone

Though you've been through it all under the sun
Some of them carrying a lot of pain
Last of the...

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Titbit scars to feed emotions crimson;
In Her gloomy heart by her wet season.
As Her solstice endorses a greasing red,
She revels off a goad instead...

To each bliss cusp she gladly deflowers,
I cavort rue to each rose's hour;
As fingertips writhe in snow-white flesh
the sate of Love's cappella...

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Her panting 
Wheezing

Eyes, a second lid of Vaseline
Mouth gaping open

As if to scream out but
Nothing

Take your turn to clasp
For the last time

A last exhale
White as clean linen...

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Poets stumble over half written sonnets
find themselves trapped in dark poetic throes
Not for the lack of interest, but they often wilt
as petals wither on the stem of a plucked rose

Their Haiku go on hiatus; lingering on vacation
Romantic writings drag on without decent rhyme
They are not...

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Deep within throes of writer's block cerebral cortex feels frozen to the core

Haint no rhyme nor reason
why writing a poem such an arduous chore
twenty two days afore
winter solstice twenty twenty more
or less three weeks from tomorrow
November thirtieth, I implore
the god/goddess of poetry,
perhaps found within Bangalore
highlighted...

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The trainings and drills were rigorous,
Most of the recruits came out victorious.
The khaki, boot, helmet and rifle were given,
Soldiers. Ready to defend the country for a reason,
With their fists and guns - they believe to be glorious.

Their posting and peace keeping missions were politically and...

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How... Floe N'ice Tubby In The Throes...
(breaking free of writer's block)

Asper this instance,
     when a dearth of ideas 
     like a charred bait oven
    finds me looking Bach
at drawing board and/or the clock
as if...

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in cold winter throes
city has frosted over ~
light shimmers on pristine snow 

parka covered kids
toss snowballs at each other ~
living within a snow globe



9th January 2023




For Charles Messina's "Winter Sedoka" contest...

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Frosty cold with a bone chilling wind,
the kind of day to just stay in..
The ground is frozen, crunchy but not slick.
Snow flurries blowing but none seem to stick.
Winter's throes arrived too quick.....

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Our love will not die, but live on ever,
So let us not cry, we will part never,

Let me embrace you, this night let us dance,
A waltz-jig let's do, passion of romance,

Hold me tight, my dear, never let me go,
Under moonlight clear, let affection glow,

There's one...

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Frenzied anguish precipitated Matt chew
Scott Harris, with
     unrelenting, unescapable,
     and unbearable despair, grew

wing by leaps and bounds,
     which fraught gloom didst hew
mindset equalled nought 
     (Gordian knot) i.e.
 ...

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Shackled by the fetters of deep desperation,
   Can't break it free, can't break it free,
My mind voice rises to the top of consternation,
   Can't let it be, can't let it be,

Tackled by my disturbed mind's waking,
   I shout and...

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Amid taxing toils and ever ebbing throes, 
We totter toward the end that must come; 
Yielding all stale themes of yester-breath, 
Our face as meek as that of a dying lamb. 

Such ill-fated Odyssey kicks off with a cry
Of baffled aspects between fright and joy,...

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