Best Throw In The Towel Poems


Premium Member When the Gift of Giving Has Gone

Have you longed to give your heart just for the sake of giving?
Withheld for years, for pain and tears spark fear that steals from living 
a full, enriched, and glorious life where joy outweighs the sorrow ~
one in which one yearns to live, believing in tomorrow.

And if you thought to finally give what’s ached to be set free,
to make a change, jumpstart your heart, within a moment be 
everything you hoped for but could never quite conceive;
then, once again, encountered thieves who lie, cheat, and deceive...

Would you then quit, throw in the towel, no more to fight again; 
or hold on tight, steadfast, and strong and pray that love will win? 
Engaging in a battle as such may introduce defeat, 
but walk away and casualties will knock you off your feet. 

Consider this, if it is true that earth is heaven’s floor,
then love should rule ~ a truth transcribed upon each person’s core.
Could we succeed in loving self as much as we love others,
we just might heal and bear the strength to stand aside our brothers.

Then, we could all give from the heart with kindness and compassion
for fear will lose all reasoning when love becomes the fashion.

Premium Member Sister In Law

SISTER IN LAW

MY ONE AND ONLY SISTER IN LAW.
MY BROTHERS LOVE,MYBROTHERS WIFE.
TOGETHER YOU ARE GOOD AND RAW .
STUCK LIKE ONE IN YOUR LIFE
AT TIMES LIFE WILL PITCH YOU A HARDBALL
STICK YOU IN THE BACK WITH A KNIFE
AND STILL YOU DON'T LET YOUR SELF FALL
LIFE AT TIMES COMES REAL HARD.
STILL YOU HOLD YOUR HEAD UP HIGH
AND YOU ALSO STAND REAL TALL
MY BROTHER LOVES YOU HE CAN'T DENY
YOUR THE ONLY ONE I WILL CALL.
MY ONE AND ONLY SISTER IN LAW
WHAT DOESN'T KILL YOU NOW.
WILL ONLY MAKE YOU LAUGH LATER.
DON'T LET NO ONE MAKE YOU HAVE A COW
REMEMBER YOU ARE A LOVER NOT A HATER
DON'T EVER THROW IN THE TOWEL.
YOU ARE YOUR OWN FRIEND,AND A CREATOR
I AM SO GLAD HE PICKED YOU.
WE BOTH ARE PICKY, WE HAVE OUR PRIDE.
SO ONCE AGAIN I'M GLAD HE PICKED YOU.
TO BE THE ONE BY HIS SIDE.
MY ONE AND ONLY SISTER AND LAW.
         I.T.
 S.K.A.T. POETRY
© Skat A  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Females Finding Football Fame

For years the men have ruled the roost
so it’s high time ladies soccer got a boost
In July the winning team will lift the cup
it’ll be filled with bubbly for gals to sup!

Two teams will play in the final game
the winning side will see their name
as champions; this will open folks eyes
that soccer isn’t just a game for guys!

The players take part from many empires -
some teams are bad, but they are triers.
They represent their nation with such pride
in time we know the teams who've qualified

I watch the tv to see my favorite team
they score a goal, I whoop and scream
Players run like hares across the pitch
practiced set pieces go without a hitch

They score again, I leap from my chair
the other team say the goal wasn’t fair
The ref says play on, but they are fuming
tempers flare, payback’s all consuming

One player grabs hold of the other’s shirt
and pushes her over, she’s badly hurt
How could the ref miss that blatant foul
perhaps she should throw in the towel!

I jump up shouting at the female ref -
Is she blinking blind as well as deaf!!!
Perchance all referees should be male
they’d spot misdemeanors without fail!

It's fun watching the women's world cup
and interest in ladies soccer is on the up!


2019 FIFA Women's World Cup Poetry Contest
Sponsor Mark Toney

6/27/19


Premium Member Too Young To Get Old

I'm really much too young to get old
Something's drastically out of whack
I'm still this handsome, charismatic dude
Why's this body giving me flack?

Strange lumps have appeared all over my bod
Don't think they were there yesterday
My hair seems a bit thinner and greyer
But I'm still young in other ways

My body is falling apart bit by bit
Takes me an hour to put on my pants
I wheeze while watching sports on TV
My wife never asks me to dance

There must be a pill old geezers can take
To slow down this ageing tommyrot
I'm not ready yet for an old folks home
Yesterday, I was still pretty hot

This can't be, I'm much too young
To say 'uncle' and throw in the towel
Gonna fight like hell and never give up
If I could only control my bowels!


© Jack Ellison 2013

Premium Member Calling All Christians A Call to Arms

Of course, I don’t mean guns 
I mean your arms, of course 
Lift them up to the Lord and Rejoice! 
Praise Him with all your heart 
Allow His Holy Spirit to engulf your whole being 
With His mighty firearms 
Let Him burn away your sins and pierce your soul 
Let Him in, Let Him in 
Hear ye, hear yeah 
Hear His almighty call 
And behold His mighty sword 
Slice away any cancerous shenanigans 
Immerse yourself in His love 
Let Him be your guiding Light 
Through these dark, seemingly darkest of times 
Don’t ever let anyone stomp out your faith 
Especially me, especially me 
It be never my intent to ever to do so 
Quite the opposite in facto 
Sure, I have my moments of doubt and pain 
He knows my every short coming 
Sure, sometimes I even faulter 
But rest assure, I read His Word 
As my daily bread for sustenance 
Only He is truly fulfilling 
He may be the only one who cares 
So, I bare my soul, to thee 
I share with you how I really feel 
Here’s the deal . . .  
I long for a Democracy of Heaven 
We rebel against kings in this country 
But that’s really not His Way, is it? 
He’s the King of kings!  The Lord of lords! 
So, I humble myself to His will, and not my own 
Though sometimes I know not what I write 
But this I do know, and it just feels right 
“Jesus for President!” and I’ll be His running mate 
He’s the President of presidents! 
He certainly has my vote! 
I throw down my rug, I throw in the towel 
And kneel before His Grace 
I pray to the Prince of Peace 
Let this day be the day  
That I see His face 
That He grace this place, this time 
With His mighty Bomb of bombs 
His mighty Arms of arms 
And hug the child within us all 
And keep us all from harm 

So, tallyho! 
I lift my arms up in surrender
He really blows my mind sometimes
                                                     ‘specially when I put my trust in Him. 

The End.

No Sympathy From the Devil

A hurricane is blowing.
Cars are flying in the sky.
Doesn't even mess my hair.
It's coming from my eye.

An earthquake is rolling.
Knocks you right off your feet.
The earth opens up and swallows.
I just take my seat.

A tidal wave is coming.
It's right off the coast.
I watch the people sunning.
Don't they know that their all toast?

The great white shark devours 
everything in his sight.
Why is everybody screaming?
They haven't felt my bite.

The sunlight unheeded
sets the cancer to the flesh.
Chaos all around you.
The evils seem to mesh.

The cancer has consumed
the skin down to the bone.
There's no one left to cry to
so just hang up the phone.

An avalanche like a freight train
is rolling down the hill.
If you haven't felt me yet
I'll be coming for you still.

Do you know who I am?
The Stones sung of my name.
I don't want your sympathy.
I'm the one to blame.

Can you feel the twister? 
The wind, like the dogs, howl.
Time to raise the white flag.
Time to throw in the towel.

Watch as the whirlpool
sucks you down into the depths.
Take your choice my friends.
Choose your epitaph.


Shrink Wrapped

can i get a back beat


my doctor
is a proctor
not to be bothered
about your father
so go further
blur blurring vision
deciding decisions

yo
begin again
begin again

i've never sinned
casting stones
throw in the towel
after a awhile
fashion fashionably
late for a date

yo

no make up
making me make
taking a take
a second glance
a second glance

yo
yo
yo

loca mujer
hair dyed rojo
afro fantastico
don't know when
even then
then is now
bow to you
you're my Muse
muse about
get it all out
no leather couch
here where
all are chairs
take care
take your meds
bed is bedtime
time i'm instead

writing about her
again about her
again

yo

vinyl record scratching
back records show
you're good to go 

yo
yo

you're good to go
te quiero
te quiero

2 Rock Or 2 Block Slam

Tis better

2

Block , Ignore

Or

2

Send them 

Tail firmly betwixt 

Scuttling back under

The ROCK they come

And hide beneath

Until it both

Crushes and caves in on them

And they suffocate slowly on

Heaven forbid

Under the weight of there own
Bile and Hate

And see how they like it 

Or feel about it

When it's done back or
happens to them

Only then we will actually see

If what's good for the GANDER

Who lay Bad Egg

They themselves are
then willing to put up with
and TOLERATE 

Because i hazard a guess

NOT

In fact they would most
PROBABLY be the 
1st in line

To Cry FOUL 
&
Throw in the towel

And delusional as they are

Expect to be felt sorry for

And wonder why on earth
they are being picked on

Organist

That Hammond B3 can spit and growl,
Any other organ will throw in the towel...
Add a nice Rhodes piano  to the mix,
And you have a sound that you'll never need to fix

Ah, a chance at a pipe organ would be ecstasy,
And likely the highlight of my life,
But a hot jam with good musicians,
Is more orgasmic than the most beautiful a wife.
© Tom Bell  Create an image from this poem.

Light At the End of the Tunnel

Once I looked for a book publisher,
who would help me become published.
The search changed from a book publisher,
to book publishers - their publication fees
were beyond my means.
My hope trekked in the Internet for two years,
searching for a place to halt.
As I was about to throw in the towel,
I found a publisher who charged no fee;
he would do it for free!
Now, I am a published poet,
immortalized by my own book!


(I'm glad to have first Poetry Book, "The Milky Way in Words",
published by Booktango!)



Date: 22/03/2016

The Life of the Namby-Pamby

Tears rolled down.
Face wrinkled.
A little shout comes a frown.
I am weak and fickled,
Life is hard,
I am sad.
Life is for the ironclad,
But am a frail lad.
Controlled by emotions,
And also swayed by affection.

All hands on deck,
Does not fall under my purview,
I'd rather rest my neck,
Go on vacation for a nice view.
I guess its time to throw in the towel,
Then right back to my comfort zone.
Pick up my phone, browse and be alone,
Then to the kitchen for ready made food to fill my bowel.
Sleep, wake up and sleep again,
Your admonisions are in vain.
Give me an umbrella cos the sun is shinning,
I can't risk exposing my skin to drying.

Such is the life of the namby-pamby, then little by little failure creeps in.

Premium Member Cyberpoetry: Cyberheist

Crime has moved from the streets to the laptop, and now it’s called cyber crime, 
you can sell an ounce, a pound, a nickel, or a dime.  
Anonymously find your target so no one gets hurt, 
the lesser of two evils, the cyber crime perk.  

Traditional crimes deployed violence and bodily harm, 
but today anonymity rings little or no alarms.  
The skill set is different for cyber criminals, 
digital footprints and clues are minimal.  

Unlimited operations on ATM withdrawals, 
100 million vanishes, so throw in the towel.  
Thousands of foot soldiers synchronized across the globe, 
decentralized criminals, organized cyber robes.  

Geography is no barrier to instantly communicate, 
to cash mules Ad-hocked for the prime rate.  
Newbs get used, and managers recruit, 
distribute the digital loot, shutdown, move, and then reboot.

Marriage Is Sacred and Binding

If I knew then what I know now
My marriage would be bliss. 
What I’m about to say you won’t 
Want to miss. Marriage is for life,
Till death each will part, through 
Sickness health, and adversities,
Think twice before you make a start.

Marriage is sacred and binding
It is God’s plan from the start.
No longer me nor I, we both share
The pie. Ordained by the father the
Almighty on high.

We are unique, a work of art, yet not perfect
 Just a work in progress. Follow it through
And in the process, taste victories stand the test.
Don’t throw in the towel, when things don’t
Seem right, stand up to the challenge and don’t
Give up the fight.

Show love and affection, communicate 
Just to name a few. Once part of my experience
And the essentials I failed to do. Tell her that 
You love her, even if said a hundred times before,
Stop the enemy in his tracks, don’t leave an open door.

Teeth and tongue will bite an old phrase and 
So very true. Again I’m not perfect I don’t 
Know about you? Now it’s paramount that my 
Marriage, last come hell or high water,
I’m in for the journey, the long haul, no
Time to falter.   



Please note: I do believe there are great marriages
And individuals who are very happily married, but
Let’s face reality; sadly some do not always blossom
for whatever reasons. My poetry are based on my life 
experiences, and not geared at any one.
© Abraham L  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Team of Champions Enduring

TEAM OF CHAMPIONS ENDURING

"When faced with obstacles, failure is imminent, seek opportunities to succeed" - Floyd Neal

Team of Champions Enduring
we started with differing perspectives,
anticipating a perceived failure, 
accepting the opportunity to excel. 
Teamwork makes the dream work,
the team focused on its responsibilities,
with an assurance that the workload wasn't a liability
some days were tough,
but the team never surrendered to the challenge
Moving Forward Together, we shared the success
collaborative achievements were recognized with finess

Team of Champions Enduring  
faced with obstacles and shortfalls,
when the odds are against you, don't 
throw in the towel, use your creative mind. 
When life serves you lemons, make lemonade 
which accentuated our ability to succeed, 
endurance is the key to longevity 
inner reflection is the answer 
 
Team of Champions Enduring 
we refused to be defeated, 
never giving up, yet continuing to strive for completeness. 
Commitment is a foundational anchor 
working for the common good
being a part of something larger than ourselves
the team rose to the occasion  
Team of Champions Enduring, we are family
© Floyd Neal  Create an image from this poem.

I'M Not a Failure

When I’ve tried and don’t succeed
That doesn’t make me a failure,
But if I give up and throw in the towel
I‘d be setting my self up for disaster 

Situations may not work out as plan, 
I'll Keep trying, and try again
I may fail at one thing or even another,
But i won't stay in that comfort zone forever.

Some set backs are temporary, and are part of life
If i fail at one thing i will try another
Failure at some things may need to teach me
lesson that will help me excel and grow.
© Abraham L  Create an image from this poem.

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