Best Throws Poems

In the intimate interlace of chance and fate, in the ultimate interplay of time and place, and with the consummate checkmate of my human dignity,...

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Dear men,
Explain to me why I stand alone. 
Women are quick to uplift their father, sons, and brothers
Quick to maintain the home,
But when she needs...

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*Note 
I had to bring this one back, though I've been posting mostly new writes here that PS hasn't seen before. This poem has been...

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I am like an avalanche slithering in shivering angst,
free-falling into an abyss of an aching era,
where luminous lakes reflect pixelated regrets,
for time throws my canvas...

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she is everything you have seen in the movies
crayola hair
velvet dress
sugar in her veins
tears glued to her face
she fingerpaints the kitchen walls like a little...

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Over recent months I’ve had trouble with my hearing…
Misinterpreting what is being said isn’t so endearing


Take a step back and think of all the things...

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Sometimes, it just takes some time

Sometimes, 
we are born, with big dreams
Sometimes, 
we are born having none
Sometimes, 
we have to live, with our troubles
Sometimes, 
we...

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Everything Froze


a giant crystal wind chime spread its tone
teeth of icicles consumed a home
misted rain encased fence posts and rail
power lines succumb to winter’s weight...

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Thank you

“And if the sun refused to shine”

Music finds my sleep and calls
from a bedside table,
slits of light through the slatted blinds
create mini horizons on...

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As a misty autumn succumbs to winters harsh chilling grasp.
The sky turns bleak and hues of shrouding grey.
The ominous days unfold shorter and colder.

The remnants...

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A tribute to young daffodils 
   may grace the poet's page:
new grass, full streams, or nesting larks,
   as Spring takes center...

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It is not fair, it is not just,
That you have things that I don't!

Do I suffer with envy and jealousy,
Coiling like a noose in my...

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Quote by: Tom Woody  Poem by: Mystic Rose  

Every sunset closes the door on a day of pain and sorrow. And each sunrise...

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He sits quietly in the corner of the room
and dabs his face removing the blood that
still gently trickles down his cheek. Flinching 
from the pain...

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A a 	big A little a
                   What...

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