Boxing Poems - Poems about Boxing

They dressed me up in tinsel and lametta I recall stood me in a corner not as a wallflower I was the belle of the ball but now my needles shedding the moment I've been dreading limp lonely forgotten neglected not long before I'm ejected and two weeks later here am I a sad and sorry sight to behold enough to make one cry discarded by the...

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You Have Made Life So Much Better... She Said. In Ways You Can Never... Imagine. *** In Leaves Ochre- Winter-Green- Scarlet... Distorted By Shimmering Rain. *** In The Sprig Of A Branch Grasping Spread-Eagle... Arising From Ripe Musky Moss. ...

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conversation continues, for example the limits of reflexes- until 12 rounds...

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LC I bought an eighty-inch TV, just for the box— set it up like a teepee. Jump in like tee-hee! Throw the screen out the window. Let it crash. Now there’s an 80” stuck in my lawn, and people slow down just to whisper, “Wow… this guy’s artsy.” Turns out Mary didn’t even have a lamb. She was just a crack head Life is better made of...

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Pussycat Pussycat tap tapping like a boxer within your imaginary ring playful and nimble bouncing on a spring to the left to the right dancing on a whim Submitted on March 29, 2025 for contest YOUR CHOICE G sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention...

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im irish outta new york your 2 turn in a table gutter pork fake brass rings detailing how wedding ventures meet her news cow ill and straight the dhali llama's trying to show you how nazi's brew throw in one jew now celebrate the kings wife she's hung like dmx on top of kobe these are some objectives and adjectives help sums grow up grewsome's is a vowel mispaced the sentence outside your...

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George Edward Foreman was a man who had a plan he was a great boxer who gave us thrills and Big George managed to sell thousands of grills ...

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The forgotten We forgot to buy a loaf today, but there is an apple tart in the fridge for breakfast tomorrow we will feast on cake and think of the daft woman in France, whose name I have forgotten Putin was offered a 30-day break from warring, and he gracefully thanked Trump for his interest...

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Any Sunday 2015 Long is Sunday, empty streets a tunnel of silence, damp pavement, water trickles into gutters. Burnt matches, *** butts and yesterday's leave forms a rust brown dike, it bursts and floods tiny pebbles- flowers on the window sills admire the rain on glass. A life spent in a pot fear no weed and see no evil. A black cat decides not to cross the road, a child...

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Journey Journal Page CHRISTMAS — BOXING DAY 2024 By Leon Enriquez Here on this good earth A story draws near A tale of wise mirth To usher good cheer A touch of true peace In a world of strife Sad hurts in this life Blessing of new lease As true love draws near In a sacred birth Of faith and hope here Of goodwill on earth ~~~~~~~~~ When gloomy times...

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shorts,white socks sandals and panama- winter-white legs no wind,blue skies dozing in a deckchair- my afternoon tea stews hottest day of summer flying ants on high- a swallows' drive by summer-days ever-lasting memories so tender-tasting...

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I was in His bosom With no form or comeliness Created from dust Nothing moved me Until dust came to life by His breath The very nature of Him I am created to praise Him That I will always do Let your breath come afresh on me Renew me with your Spirit. (Written 7th January. 2024) ...

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No one only his eyes Shows the symbol of love Even If I commit mistakes His eyes reflects sign of guilt Perception differs Not even we have single matches But Our hearts crawl to see each other faces No one was able to lure my heart His innocent face was one Which took away Even the...

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Pitbull Boxing the rules have changed/ It's a little different in this pitbull Boxing ring/ We fight till the death, nothing more or less/ There's no time to think, no time to catch your breath/ Put your paws up, I'll make you suck a knuckle/ Step into the ring, I'll beat you to the buckle/ Once I lock on you, there's...

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The roughest, toughest to ever enter the Octagon/ Beating the competition to a pulp, is what I be on/ I do not cut slack, my combinations are vicious/ They hit you back to back, the impact is stupendous/ Your blood is delicious, the smell is metallic/ Stepping in the ring with me, it will get drastic/ I finesse, I brawl, however...

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