Best Trow Poems
SHOULD I WOW YOU
Should I essay to wow you I trow
That my words shall be honest I vow
No mere rhymes such as ‘How now brown cow’
But an aesthetic furrow I’ll plough
Then I’ll speak my lines if you’ll allow
As we sit in cool shade neath a bough
And you fan gentle breeze on my brow
While empyrean scene I endow
For my impudence I should kowtow
Now please pardon my lack of knowhow
If I press my attention e’en now
You’d be right to say ‘Basta! and chao!’
But I’ll try one more time anyhow
Just dream that you are in Curaçao
Or on tropical sea in a dhow
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And then wake up in Slough. Holy wow!
21 August 2019
It had been my dream since long go
I was so happy I could go
for the first time get to see snow
I thought it would freeze my toe
I looked around, above and below
mesmerized by the white floe
appreciating the milky show
feeling the frosty wind to blow
walking excitedly, carefully and slow
how my heart was, no one could know
I went so crazy, walking to and fro
I didn't like skiing though
just the landscape and its shining glow
I went sledding many times in a row
A bunch of snowballs was nice to throw
A snowman by me was able to grow
I went snowboarding following the flow
and left that place with a sense of woe
If I will ever go back, I trow!
Data now arrayed in teaming endless motion
Entices all who seek it ever more
To drops of information like an ocean
Or grains of sand along an endless shore
The knowledge that was little known til now
Is there for all to see with ease restated
To bring us wisdom? There’s the rub, I trow
For knowledge is not wise unvaluated
When scholars could read all books of all seasons
Some estimated truth: effect and cause
By piercing observation and with reason
Wise men uncovered universal laws
From the jetsam of all facts in that great main
Discerned the pearls that in plain sight had lain
4 November 2021
Let's explore digital technology' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Simon Rogerson
You're my beloved, my heart, second to none,
You're my star, my moon, my sun,
Your essence and affection make me and stun ,
Cannot I think, trow, walk and run,
Shinning eyes, fluffy cheeks and beautiful women
You're my beloved, one and only one,
This is true, so I call you,
Second to none,
Second to none....
Behold the pulchritude overhead exalts to about a spread.
It is o full swift which greatly outstrips thunder and gale added,
Yet ocular to sigh from more than a score of hillocks afar.
It is yet not as harefooted as my head can proceed thinking,
Wending in raining sands anyway in the world; I am, warping.
Eclipsing, rising flowering is stalking to a lightning hark.
Fit ratherish hebetates the wit seeing the fleeting on-dit.
Wights excitedly get unaware and err without a merit.
Thunderstorm is a marvel, a thrill, and opposite to a pit.
To expand the concept in top glass, I can only compound it
To a bit, as Oak's nether jut loud rackets; I lief bracket it
To daunted lit fibrils in an electric, animated chit.
Grandiosity and haste of german "Blitz" allure me pretty,
Puffing sinew of great intensity as exit gratefully.
No wonder Homer, a sage, enkindled Zeus with it slatefully.
Withal, Gandalf scragged up a demon by a bolt, hit it fatefully.
I fumble in night to kiss spits heard in my inner olio.
To fancy, a mountain of clouds on the stratosphere sits and flows.
Ergo, zenith and nadir fascinate each other, pitch and tow.
Lightning is jars of macedoines of grits afloat as dominoes.
A scad of millesimals in a galaxy: shrunk, shot, and blows.
Such dragons breathe snows wee of infinitesimal ratio,
So snows sock the gullible cherub in me so as hue arrows.
A bolt o real as it speeds, is so so vivid; No nod, it glows.
A man tranquil in a head, able or wicked, it's good to know,
Mental heaven to if it is full facile to trow; Thor follows.
I am a book
with a cover of glitter and gold
an object of pure admiration
a character that's bold
a glamorous entity
a star about to unfold,
but you cant see through me
and my story is untold.
If you took off my covers
then what would you see
my page of black and a soul
that's not free,
bound by threads they captivate me.
The early chapters of the tale
depict an inerasable past,
chiseled out by misfortune over
which sorrow is cast,
so, to cover up the pain I wear
my glittery mask,
it's so very easy, I smile
and make the smile last.
But when I trow away the covers
that I so craftily mould,
and forget about my mask that's
worn out and old,
and cant find all the warmth in a
race that's so cold,
that will then be my rebirth and
my story retold.
”... there is no con troll…”
and those who know,
ARE the Spice.
Hobbit, be nice, they said
Trees return to the desert bed
”.... time is moving….”
Stow the bell and pass the soothing….
Girl got eyes alive with tunes and
Brandywine in the mind, Valentine.
Summer sets glow in colored winds
A bell rang, troll… are you my friend?
”.... her ring my Lord, IS the Pearl…”
How can this be? That the HE, is a girl?
Sign the Vermeer on the wall in here…
Curtains fall in silent halls and her pen…
STrikes to take the pebble from his hand.
Holbytla… it’s Me. Again.
”... get the Yoke?....” lol!
Coldest night, windiest blow..
Thirst of me is getting to grow..
Sweetest sight, prettiest snow..
Blur of him is creating slow..
Fearest insight, rarest trow..
Feet of me are flowing below..
Darkest bright, mystifiest woe..
Moments of him are thundering glow..
Seems a Manchester man dropped trow
to test out a sofa, and how!
The fabric is swell;
it resisted poo well.
Good news too, it’s half price right now!
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Reported by employees at the Sofa Club in Manchester’s Arndale Centre. The disposition of the couch is poetic license…
Tonight I lie here on this prairie,
Covered with a blanket of stars.
Consolin' my hurt heart so weary,
Lickin' opened wounds an' scars.
Your relinquished Love forces acceptance,
Vanity has forced behavior.
Memories force reflectance,
Grief felt sorrow my only savior.
Ridin' this line repairin' fence,
My thoughts randomly insane.
From the day you left ever since,
Experienced never before such pain.
Moonlit stars reflect your smile,
The suns rays melt away my hurt.
Ahead the line disappears in miles,
The thaw soaks my bandana an' shirt.
Deceased dreams consume thoughts an' speech,
My frailty nourished by anguished throe.
Our sacred vows you abandoned an' breach,
The prairies' zephyr my antidote, I trow.
By Jim "Ish" Fellers
Copyright ©: December 30, 2003 ~ Tuesday
the reason why i never left you is unknown all trow are relitonship you did eough but cheat. altougt i didn't blieve them when they told me i should have . know i 'am down here trying to figure out want i did worng to make you do this to me. it's pretty sad i can't get you out of my head. i never had the chance to tell you that you might be a daddy but now i can't. now iam a single mother with a children who wonder who his daddy is. the answer is unknown.
Right or wrong, where do I lie?
Reality seems to tell me: "both, neither.
"Make your own path, follow it truly,
As long as your heart doesn't wavers,
You will not regret it."
But I do have doubts, How do I deal with the doubts?
The unanswered questions, the uncertainty of the way.
No path seem to be sure enough, I doubt them all,
My heart shakes, my mind is confused at the crossroad.
Maybe I should follow the "safest" road,
Maybe it's not so bad.
I could follow the path the others take,
So I won't be alone down the road...
I wanted to delay the decision, I press snooze.
But it won't let me, it keeps coming every time.
I guess I may have to play head or tails
Or trow a dice,
Then close my eyes and my mind
Then follow the path chosen by fate or chance...
Ye shall not love thee
For thee hath not hurt
Bequeath thine heart
Or thy soul canst be dirt
Find new love henceforth
May new love come hither
Ye offer nary
In fullsome though shall smother
Trow for the lady
Seek, dost not tarry
Love me like crazy cause i deserve it.
Let kiss in public because we wokred this far.
Stumbling blocks up infront of us but we scall through.
Sucesses is continuous breakthroughs and we are still moving.
So baby for a while let take a pause and flaunt our love.
Let show poeple that our kiss will win a contest.
Let be the public couple even if they dont wanna see us.
Trow ur hand around my waist baby you deserve it.
Let walk while holding hands baby even if they hate it.
Gurgling grunts
Help the pretty flowers grow
Babbling bluntly my mystical muse
Is easily confused
Pretty smells I do inhale
Dream faeries up my nose
To my brain attach a hose
To drain my poems
To and trow them
Into a field of rainbows
They go