Best Toss Poems
Today it’s Pancake Day and there’s to be a pancake race
Entrants are on the starting line with a smile upon their face
Old Ted ‘s ready with his frying pan, he is a fat old josser
but when it comes to pancakes, Ted’s an expert tosser
The gun goes BANG and off they go, Ted’s busy tossing away
busty Bertha's in the lead, if she wins there’ll be hell to pay!
Ted’s won the race the last five years, he tosses night and day
the trophy’s been on his top shelf, he hopes that’s where it’ll stay
Bertha stumbles, her pancake drops and she begins to cry
Ted sneakily stamps on her pancake; he’s such a crafty guy
The finishing line is in sight, there’s about fifty yards to go
Ted frantically tosses his pancake; his wrist goes fast not slow
Bill makes a sterling effort and comes at Ted from behind
they toss their pans in unison; Bill's got winning on his in mind
Ted lunges at the white tape, but the result’s declared a draw
Bill suggests they have a ‘toss off’ - there’s not been a draw before
Both men take a breather, awaiting a fresh pancake to toss
if either of them drops their pancake it will be a great loss
Both men stand on the finish line and flip and toss like mad
neither of them will concede, whoever loses will be quite sad
A crowd gathers, all eager to know who’ll be crowned the winner
suddenly a seagull swoops and grabs Ted’s pancake for its dinner
Ted starts to shout and stamps his feet when it’s announced Bill's won
he takes it all too seriously, but Bill declared the toss off was such fun!
Poem edited - originally posted in 2017
02/16/21
My loss -a sprung spring within my bed.
I sleep little, I roll, I rock I try-
To escape this spine stabbing spring -I toss!
Relief I do not find, I try to sleep.
I toss! Yet, still it is my bed, just mine.
My bed is large there's room to move about,
This spring it finds my back to hurt again.
But still it is my bed, that I have made.
I cut the wood; I nailed the planks, just me.
I bent the wire as for my springs to make.
My mattress I sowed, stuffed with feather down.
The floor to be a kinder place to sleep.
I curse this spring, I toss! My bed I hate.
This bed but with one spring I broke; I curse.
I made this bed with out concern or care.
The blame to who belongs, my lack of rest?
I made my bed in which I lie and toss.
I almost handed it in—
that letter with my name at the bottom,
typed in a rush,
heavy with deadlines and demands
I couldn’t carry anymore.
I watched the ink dry,
wondered,
is it time to walk away,
or am I giving up
on something that hasn’t started yet?
But I didn’t.
I couldn’t.
I folded it,
because turning it in meant
losing the fight
I’m not ready to quit.
So I tucked it back into my drawer,
and now I sit,
wondering if staying
is courage
or fear.
Today is Pancake Day and there’s to be a pancake race
folk are on the starting line with a smile upon their face
Ted is ready with his frying pan, he is a fat old josser
but when it comes to pancakes, Ted’s an expert tosser.
The gun goes BANG and off they go, Ted’s busy tossing away
busty Maureen's in the lead, if she wins there’ll be hell to pay!
Ted’s won the race the last five years, he tosses night and day
He’s had the trophy on his shelf and hopes that’s where it’ll stay
Maureen stumbles, her pancake drops and she begins to cry
Ted sneakily stamps on her pancake; he’s such a crafty guy
The finishing line is in sight, there’s just fifty yards to go
Ted frantically tosses his pancake, his wrist is fast not slow
Bill makes a sterling effort and comes at Ted from behind
tossing their pans in unison; Bill's got winning on his in mind
Ted lunges for the white tape, but the race is declared a draw
Bill suggests a ‘toss off’ as there’s never been a draw before
Both men take a breather and get a fresh pancake to toss
if either drops their pancake then it will be to their loss
They both stand on the finish line and flip and toss like mad
neither of them will concede, whoever loses will be quite sad
A crowd gathers, desperate to know who’ll be crowned the winner
suddenly a seagull swoops grabbing Ted’s pancake for its dinner
He starts to shout, he’s quite irate when its declared Bill's won
Ted takes it all to seriously, Bill thought the toss off was such fun!
In England Shrove Tuesday is also known as pancake day and pancake races are held all over the UK.
Date 02/28/17
Make me actually LOL 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor Nina Parmenter
POEM 9 TOSS & TURN AT NIGHT
TOSS & TURN AT NIGHT IN MY SLEEP.
TOSS & TURN AT NIGHT IN MY THOUGHTS OF YOU IN MY MIND SLOWLY CREEPING.
TOSS & TURN AT NIGHT YOUR IN DIFFERENCE GET TO ME.
TOSS & TURN AT NIGHT I CAN NOT SEEM TO LET GO OF YOUR WARMTH HOLD ON ME.
MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS
AUTHOR
There is always two sides of a coin,
Yet, whenever we flip a coin, we always know the side that we hoping for.
But every story has a two side, and so is life.
But we always consider one side that we like,
And forget that, the outcome can be what we dislike,
But such is life.
In every situation, we wants to remain only positive.
So we don’t prepare to meet outcome in case they become negative.
But life, in many situation is dependent on the theory of determinism.
So I suggest, we create, a vacuum, in our lives, for an attitude of negativism.
Blessed,
Blessed is he, who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.
And disgruntled, is he, who expect something, for we might not achieve the expected.
But since we always chooses a side,
We will always become gutted when things doesn’t go our way.
Yet, we should be strong to pick up the coin and toss another day.
And let us not our fall defined or destroy us, nor deterred or defeat us
But it should rather make us strong and strengthened us.
But if only we ready to respect every outcome,
There will be nothing like a stun to make an outcome a thunderbolt.
Hitler once said, everyone can deal victory, but for defeat, only the mighty can bear
But life is just like a tossed coin,
So its outcome shouldn’t be miraculous.
Just that, our nemesis makes we think we will always be vanquished.
And that always makes us sluggish
Many situations are fate worse than death.
That we sometimes consider them as myth.
But despite the catastrophe,
Let us not be disappointed, but let us fight till we lift up our trophy
Let us learn to embrace every outcome with a mirth?
Because that can reduce our pain when we become hurt.
But even if we become disconsolate,
Let us continue to say, it is not too late.
But I think we shouldn’t be dillydally, but be hurry.
To pick up the coin and toss again.
Life is full of uncertainties.
*****LETS TOSS A COIN*****
Whenever we flip a coin, we always know the side that we hoping for
But every story has a two side
And so is life
But we always consider one side that we like
And forget that, the outcome can be what we dislike
But such is life
Every man seek positivity
So we don't prepare to face outcome that are negative
Yet we know that, a rolling coins outcome is not evince
But since we always chooses a side
We will become gutted when things doesn't go our way
Yet, we should be gusty to pick up the coin and toss another day
We always be disgruntled, since we don't consider other possibilities
But if we have respect for evwry outcome
There will be nothing like a stun to make an idea a thunderbolt
Life is just like the tossed coin
So it's outcome shouldn't be miraculous
Except that our nemesis makes we think we will always vanquish
And that sometimes makes us sluggish
Many situations are fate worse than death
That we sometimes consider as myth
So we shouldn't make them look like a catastrophe
Cuz tomorrow we might be lifting lifting up your trophy
Is time we embrace every outcome with a mirth
To prevent us from becoming mirthless and moron
But it is not wrong to be disconsolated
But I think we shouldn't be dillydally, but be hurry
To pick up the coin and toss again
Because life is full of uncertainties
the cukes were cool
while carrots saw clear
the coming assault
of asparagus spears
red peppers hot tempered
tomatoes were thrown
and the onions sat crying-
LETTUCE ALONE!*
it is what it is gang!
Form:
Six hundred entries!
Oh, my word!
Nevertheless, we had agreed
to judge this contest.
I asked him to read each
and choose his top twenty.
I did the same, placing a star
in the top right corner
of each choice.
We sat to compare. We agreed
on 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place winners.
We agreed on 1st HM and 2nd HM.
Though we wrangled, each
defending stated opinions,
but could not agree on who
would take last place.
Third Honorable Mention
in the Annual Wyoming State
Poetry Contest of 2014,
won by ‘luck of the draw.’
We flipped a coin.
scream through my head
want to run but sleep instead…
monsters in my bed
By Robb A. Kopp
Where does it all begin?
How will it all end?
Do we burn in hell from our eternal sin?
Or do we rise up on heaven's wind?
Perhaps we simply die,
with no room for faith.
since we cant all rely,
on what some consider safe...
Some say we are reborn,
into a world of spirit
With no room for scorn
and no way to fear it.
So then what is this soul?
that prevents death in vain.
Sure it gives us these feelings,
But does not a dog too feel pain?
No i think it to be obvious now,
i have began to apprehend.
For as life be it the beginning,
Let then death be the end.
And as for now, what is next?
Man meets a wall he cannot cross.
A question unanswered,
An endless coin toss...
So let it be known
to the one that has thrown
this life's unknown
that your beauty has been shown.
Such a paradox in my mind
that has fooled all mankind
with it a humor i do find,
for with all comes death,
and with death all may know
but know not will the living.
An endless coin toss...
Form:
Before the burden
Becomes too heavy to bear
Toss it to the wind
Do not let it win
Don't let it turn weakened heart
To cold apathy.
Before the sorrow
Brings you to somber burrow
Toss it to the wind
Do not let it win
Don't let it turn weakened heart
To cold apathy.
Before the anger
Turns your soul to ice, frozen
Toss it to the wind
Do not let it win
Don't let it turn weakened heart
To cold apathy.
If the grip of fear
Swallows the hope of your dreams
Toss it to the wind
Do not let it win
Don't let it turn weakened heart
To cold apathy.
Before wicked vice
Tries to destroy you inside
Toss it to the wind
Do not let it win
Don't let it turn weakened heart
To cold apathy.
By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 07.15.11
I wrote this orphan poem to see if the infamous Australian musician Paul Kelley can torn it into a song. Many have tried and failed..
Toss a Coin
(c) London F. Buss
I left my smile on a train going
all the way to hell,
The fires gone out,
I'm covered in snow
And I'm getting cold.
I'm lost in lake city
growing old,
Along Hwy 299 beetles-kill, the cedar trees
That grow along the canyon walls.
Does she love me?
I just don't know,
My fate's a coin toss.
So I..Toss a coin
And disregard co-incedence.
Like Sisyphus in the snow.
I left my smile on a train going
all the way to hel
I'm covered in snow and it's getting cold
And I'm lost in Lake City growing old,
The Ice wall's stab at the snow
And blood is forming
On the badgers nose.
And my hearts still
broken and confused and
I still don't know,
if she loves me,
So I toss a coin?
And disregard co-incidence..
As the sunset's blood glows
on the badgers nose..
So I'm back on the train to Hell
Looking for my smile
That she once loved so well.
Now she is lost in Lake City
And Covered in snow,
Getting cold and growing old.
So Toss a Coin
And disregard co-incidence.
And she is lost in Lake City
Getting cold and growing old.
So Toss a Coin
And disregard co-incidence.
Now I'm still on that train looking for
my smile I lost, long ago,
going all the way to hell...
Are you all alone on the internet posing nude
Well now there's help
Send 56 dollars to 76 Spock street
and spare your yelp
All of us want you to spend your money
7 special agents will help you find yourself
All agents are creating a happy place for you
Come as you are and leave for self
Whole divisions wish you well and say get fine
Follow your heart and give us a call
7 standard styles of saying your exposed
Call for an estimate before you fall
Hold on to your receipt and earn $3 back
Call 1-800-protituteslovetoo
I'm waiting for your call
Don't be you
I'll see you when you get here
7 of 7 women can't be wrong
Wish you pure
Toss that thong
A quickie is all that I need
But ladies want more than just seed
Though it feels sublime
They never have time
Unless they are taking the lead