Best Wrestle Poems

More interesting the way you wrestle
never meaning hurt..
flirting.., with a skillfull mind
and matching tongue.

Twice as agile your swift feet, gleeful toes,
play like little lady fingers,...

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The difference in saying you,
a great big unseen pointed finger, or we.
I didn’t know. Some figurines
wave while others scrutinize with wizened eyes.
The analytic panics, hairs...

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"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs;"

I sit alone in the Winter of my life
To ponder, the length of years by my own design

Here...

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As I wake up to the dawn of another day
I wrestle with myself and ask why bother
Just another day, without any warmth
There is a chill...

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I wrestle with my words in aimlessness when I write.
Poetry is a relationship to me, it's a troubled courtship.
I can't come to reasonable reform in...

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Take a look my Love
do you see how the diamonds of our dreams
are burning so brightly and violently
silhouetting the lips of our wishes against the...

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Come wrestle with a gator!
Said the poster at the fair.
With tape around its mouth, it looked
Pathetic in its lair.

Yet in a cage adjoining it,
A tortoise...

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She curled up with me on the bed, and laughed insanely
I looked at her in marvel, wondering what on earth had gotten into her
“Why are...

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The folly of the fight


These four walls; such contemptible and wretched creatures-
mock me, taunt me, deride me as weak and worthless.

I am shackled to the...

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Do not let doubt take root within your heart.
To pain, and wrong paths, it keeps the feet bound
To where gathered dark clouds refuse to part.

Yes,...

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Though unconscious we are born
In pains we live, we fade, we die
But life like river flows on
Quickly and slowly we pass bye

The wave, the tide
They...

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My poetic muse is such a fickle thing,
One minute hiding, 
from my probing and penetrating mind.
Next leaping up dancing, and singing,
and throwing ideas and words
and...

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Written: December 31, 2023, For Unseeking Seeker Contest
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There's an earthiness to each scented breeze
and a warm caress in the Sun's embrace,
unveiling the telltale signs of Spring's tease.

The ice melts as rivers slowly...

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Fifty stars
and
thirteen stripes
Wavy patriotic mathematician
do the math ... 
Subtraction or addition,
what will the numbers be,
37 or 63?
Slavery took away my parents’ human rights,
and their children’s...

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