Boxing Glove Poems - Poems about Boxing Glove

...Bike to ramp and from ramp to tree In just a second you can feel the hit Hanging midair is a time of glee Adrenaline rush with teeth a’grit Grasping his precious jewels The tens unit clung C......Read the rest...

...A small bat was flying in my house circling over the bed. With a pole and a boxing glove I struck it to the floor. Rabies shots we would get while the docs cracked open it's head. ......Read the rest...

...No words to capture elusive love. Chased, with boxing glove laced to hand. Attempt to catch a feathered dove; make a lasting stand. Stalk whispered wind in noon-day traffic. ......Read the rest...

...Hate In civilized quarters, an outrageous obscenity: Unwashed, perishing pant And, for real, a dismaying insanity, When a hater heatedly rants At his subject of unusual dislike, Whom he would’v......Read the rest...

...Monkey Man found in his perpetual boring bachelor flat A darling tiny yellow spotted domesticated tabby cat. The thing was mewing, and needed some milk. Her coat was smooth, just a tad bit courser......Read the rest...

... (Especially, for new writers) Just as in real life, some poets have the art of wearing masks of friendship. You will know, when they stop commenting to all your works. ......Read the rest...

...A can of coke and a good book to read Sitting in the sunshine embracing my greed The sun's beaming rays piercing my skin Microwaving my internal organs from within My sanctuary from daily life......Read the rest...

...Mom knew long before I did that I never made this bid Proud and did not leave it under lid She loved and never got rid Her only son, her gift from above God sent to her, with all His love Pe......Read the rest...

...He was tough, he’d been raised to be big, fit and strong, To hide any hurt, pain or fear. He’d prepared for this fight, bottling his feelings, Living an unemotional atmosphere. Then the time......Read the rest...

...Dark thoughts twitching on a nightstand. Wrinkled -bloated-bloodied. Like an ancient boxing glove. Powerless-broken-longshot. A dead sea scroll- smoldering. In the chambers of a burned-out he......Read the rest...

...They spied me in the sky, dropping bombs of love on Ferguson, and bitchy women's rooms; and rednecks' shooting range was next, the blooded boxing glove. They spotted me in Tel-aviv and also in......Read the rest...

...Hand Grown In Thyme. On Brummie Sea and Burnley oak, In bearded wood and clove I hidey in this Mutton cloth That strangles like a choke. Lampooned upon this Ferris wheel, A chuckle for a ho......Read the rest...

...I whispered lightly as a rose To grease my oily bagpipe, And sniffing with her hairy nose A dwarf flew into sight. ‘Pull down your flabby chopsticks, man.’ She ordered like a waiter, And lowe......Read the rest...

...He was the child that did not smile, or live or breath, towards his death he did not look as though he had the time to duck and dive he was taught to live or die by the book Bruised and battere......Read the rest...

...You were the man that was once my dream, But now with you all I want to do is scream. Today, in the mail, yet again I received your letter. You asked how I was and was I better? You pleaded ......Read the rest...