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Short Concussed Poems

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Reminder
Just recently I was badly concussed,
With a weapon I never saw thrust;
My wife said to me,
What is on the TV?
Without thinking my answer was dust....

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Categories: concussed, humor,
Form: Limerick



Concussed
There was a loopy boxer named Lars
Who was continually seeing stars.
He saw them day and  night
In and out of a fight.
And declared he won a match on Mars....

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Categories: concussed, humor,
Form: Limerick
War City
Reddish city forced
city conquered, suffered...
concussed freedom
lost self life,
enslaved by foolishness
of absurd men..
until when my God!
   Will live like this, without having life......

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Categories: concussed, abuse, allusion, appreciation, extended metaphor, war,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member A Star Who Saw Stars
Rob Gronkowski, known as 'the Gronk'
A football star chiseled from rock, no 'policy wonk'
   At the top of his game, retired at age twenty-nine
   A star who saw stars ~ concussed at least nine times...

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Categories: concussed, football, hurt, retirement,
Form: Clerihew
Premium Member Tidal Waive
Tidal Waive

I woke up at the bottom of a wave.
At least, I think I was awake.

You collapsed upon me
and ground sand into concussed
memory.

My eyes opened, but my breath, in terror, was taken.

Rolled into a ball on the dark beach,
I am afraid.
I must...must stay awake....

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Categories: concussed, analogy, beach, dream, fear, water,
Form: Free verse



Standing Stones
They grow out of our minds.
They excavate the past
with the jaw bones of concussed elks,
time is not in them,
it is only we who shimmer then disappear.

Wind and a cold moonlight
carves them still.
They are the blunt teeth
of an endless angry sky.

The undead
deadness of their weight
anchors the soil
keeps it from flying away.

If we let them they will ask of us,
lead us to recall the dust
in our green bones....

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Categories: concussed, poetry,
Form: Free verse

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