Hoarse Poems - Poems about Hoarse

My parrot made me want to smack her With all that noise the deaf could track her I was hoping she'd talk But all she did was squawk So now she's Polly on a cracker...

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This little voice keeps telling me to, keep my head down and plow forward. It seems that the further I go there's more debris to clog the road. It is broken in some places gale force winds are ever present sheer drop offs on either side the sky spits blue ice most of the time. The voice also tells me to...

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I feel a choir of raw throats shouting hoarse warnings and then quieting, Leaving a nervous stillness trembling on the lips of the morning, Or riding the scrolling text at the bottom of the TV screen. Something is wrong. There is a restlessness seeping like mist from the lesions Of the carnage yet to come, a slow decay, As if all...

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even the dogs in the street know ~ howling too much just makes one husky By David Kavanagh...

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Eye rowed my hoarse won summer’s day My horse went hoarse and wood knot nay I whisted my turds to make him laugh Butt Muffin choked and started coffin I said Muffin you’re having a giraffe A lass I kneed a coffin two carry him off in Eye road my hoarse won summer’s day My hoarse went horse and wood knot nay Pleas can ewe...

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That poor Heron can't sing a note. The dawn-chorus laugh and they gloat. He won't give-up or quit But the silly old git Is just hoarse with a frog in his throat. For Margarita's...

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By Fatmir Terziu I was hoarse. My hoarseness was not felt. It was foreign in front of the mirror, a smoky glassy word slimy like the mouth of the green devil. When even the birds cursed the country borders with their hoarse sound they remained blind. We were hoarse. My homeland was hoarse. The hoarsness became the prototypical wound of the Beautiful Albanian Language....

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I rowed my hoarse Dobbin along the rode home When I road him I found that I was getting saddle saw I sore a children’s park a little way along the rowed So I road there on my hoarse and rested My hoarse soar some tasty grass to eat I chatted to some children until I was horse They stroked my...

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Ehem, ribbit ribbit Ribbit ribbit ribbit- A frog in my throat....

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