Outs Poems - Poems about Outs

Breath in, breath out the tide ebbs in, and surges out, flows and pauses. Swings and seesaws rock, bounce and rebound, up and down, in tick-tock metronome time. Memories tug, get hugged, then unclasp, withdraw and let go to fade. Dreams materialize, then dissolve. Laughter spits, splits, spills, gushes out, echoes then wanes to abstain in a chuckle. Hope flits and...

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I know an ambitious politician His nose in the sky like a patrician Looks down on all others As voters, not brothers ...

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The stars break up slowly, a lifetime of moments, become strings of revelations. They are not exceptional, nor astounding, just doors opening wider in your mind. You do not recollect the instances, a river of days and nights leads you imperfectively, from starry pinpoints into cosmic blossoming's. You got here by simply watching, by not damning any rivers with past and future illusions. Now starlight is in you, observing, what...

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This fashion is in, that one is out narrow waists with baggy knees Wide lapels and razor-thin ties Who knows what will be Slicked-back ducktails top off muscle t-shirts hoping to attract coy smiles from a skirt My...

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There was a legend in the world of cricket, For whom fans rushed to buy the tickets. Who started getting run out on 1st wicket And like a poem, got run-out as well in his last ODI wicket. He had a long hair and dazzling charm, Far and wide he was so suprisingly calm, He proved world there’s more...

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This is what life’s all about: We barrel in and totter out. Along the way, we smile or pout And try our best to conquer doubt. We may be rebels or devout, Remain unnoticed or have clout, Yet we survive, in flood or drought, Our whispers rising to a shout As we fight in our final bout; Then, like a candle, fizzle out....

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Orphans line up their brown shoes have yet to learn to be silent...

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Drawing with scissors was no great change in reality it increased Matisse colourful range Creating in form,so unique bringing is art to its peak...

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Coin collecting and prostitution The two sides of Janus, an institution....

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Pancho Villa, Bonnie & Clyde Billy the Kid, Green Men in Pants Killers, Murdurers, Abusers Criminals on the Run Glorified by the bully hordes Reflections of watery graves ~ These Earthly Lords...

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You keep betting at this table without regret. Seven outs are the only thing you get. This is resulting in an afternoon full of chagrin. Just look at the sorry state you are now in. You have lost just about all of your money. What has transpired here is not the least bit funny. There is nothing good about this table...

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Ran into an old friend just the other day. Has to have been 50 years another way. She made that big mistake of asking what I've been up to. Well, I've been studying systematic multicultural theology and, then, regenerative ecology. Oh, that sounds nice. Probably keeps you out of trouble. Yes, well, I guess it is nice, but not trouble-free. Another word might be "athletic." Like soccer? More like gymnastics and long distance...

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He is outstandingly out-of-bounds asserted the outlandishly outspoken outlaw He can outshoot, outtrump and outride you. He is outrageously outranked, the tenderfoot replied. But he did feel outsparkled and outvalued. And a little bit on the outs... The outsized outsister tried to sooth the tenderfoot but she was an unfamiliar outsider and not totally respected So they both ended up being outwitted...

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Is the passion of loins or the merging of mind More significant role found in Love if Love's real? And does sex make its bed (a sad urge to survive In some way when you die), more desires its genes thrive Than it cares who gets screwed? Is this Love or a deal? Does the Bible not say, "Love is...

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four vignettes on silence I Muteness broadcasted hush-hush flaunted just like a coverall, silence is a blanket on human telepathy and intent. II It's simple, actions speak as loudly as words. Silent treatment can be an autumn breeze, granting space cooling tempers. III Sulkiness can be likened to green gall, blatant brooding and withdrawal characterized as yellow cowardice, Passive aggressive behavior exposed. IV Cats, life-long friends, co-workers all employ loving acts, yet silence... licking, ankle rubs eye winks,...

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