Short Flailing Poems
Short Flailing Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Flailing by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Flailing by length and keyword.
Intense beating heart
Erratic yet fun motion
Flailing arms and legs
See the bright side in a fall
Wet and wild in the sunlight
Mine of mind
Morose of mope
Flailing through
The torrent
Beside but never near
Perched upon
Window's ledge
Splintered soul
A Greek flag torn
Flailing in the warm winds
From the Orthodox dome
Church bells toll
A roadside lizard pauses
By the bins
that familiar refrain
flailing arms in the night
an itch filled torpedo
small but bitey
mozzzzzzzzzzquito!
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Flying
swiftly, surely
spinning, swooping, flipping
Sunlight, clouds, wind, Earth
Screaming, flailing, praying
terrifying, tearful
Falling
Teeth gnashing
Pencil snapping
Clock ticking
No clicking
Words failing
Mind flailing
Forehead sweating
Frowning, fretting
Blank page,
Blocking rage!
Flailing madly
Against the tide,
I am impaled
By the futility of life.
Slowly losing myself
In the bitter cold,
The devil's clenching fingers
Encase my soul.
run & hide hands a
flailing i lost my tail
while it was hailing
hellfire reigning &
i'm hailing a cab
waving heil hi-----
i purposely conveniently
forget the tab
a ladybug flailing away on her back
a lad gets a whipping in a shack
each helpless in his own way…
to whom and for what do they pray
Living In Abode and Crisis Mode
While we had lived in our abode,
Country ended up in crisis mode;
Arms flailing;
Health failing;
On our minds has been big load.
Jim Horn
Don't watch the 6 o'clock news each day
Depressing as hell, people flailing away
It's the same old crap
In control, scary chaps
Make sure they keep the H-bombs at bay
Ever So-High, I AM Ever So-Bright
I AM Ever Luminous like Jasmine and Star Lights,
Rising through Wisdom above the Enchantments of Night
ZIN URU, Wings Wide In Stellar Flight
Nights on the Square Table is not that well known
But much more naughty defending my throne
With my shield in place
A big grin on my face
Galloping with arms flailing emitting groans
Nights on the Square Table is not that well known
But much more naughty defending the throne
With my shield in place
A big grin on my face
Galloping with arms flailing emitting groans
The orange flowers attract bumble bees
Yellow and black bees stung my red knees
Dance round flailing and wailing crimson legs
Devilish dimples arose; scratch pegs
Several amber ants stung white toes
I saw a flailing butterfly
beyond hope with wings
weighted down with water
on the surface of a pond
sending ripples across
the morning to lap
the shores of the infinite
with its urgent and pitiful cry
Her arms... Flailing...
Her intense eyes... Glaring..
My hopes... Fading...
Under water she's waiting...
I'm alone... Softly praying...
The summer storm abating...
My voices collaborating...
The crescendo of hating...
Icy darkness tightens its embrace.
Flailing, thrashing, clawing, waning;
implacable liquid death
threatens to overwhelm.
Grasped by unseen hands;
propelled upwards.
Surface breached!
Sweet, sweet
air!
It builds up inside
The raging flame
Emitting its fumes
All at once it burns
Total destruction
Without escape
Flailing about
Encapsulate
All of the hate
Try and try
It's futile
I lose
None can
forget
Fear
Just as I lost my footing
And the dirt slipped loosely
I felt my body my life tumbling backward
My arms flailing before me
And then your hand
Keeping me grounded
Into your arms
Shielded from the harm of the outside world
if depth goes over not under one’s head ~ is this point clearly misread
flailing wildly inside a cloud ~ the fog blinds again but rumours spread
not lies far worse my friend ~ it’s true i don’t know if i’m alive or dead
You see the shell, it appears intact
but deep inside the demons attack
chewing, gnashing, flailing about
no one happy will ever get out.
Stomping on good thoughts, smashing your pride
You have become nothing, have nowhere to hide
I crossed the rowdy stream
Jumping from stone to stone
A small outdoor adventure
Can I make it across alone?
Water rushing round my feet
My arms flailing to and fro
Finally safe on the other side
Dang! Now back I have to go....
A quiver of longing, the heart perched
on its topmost rung, bracing itself
for yet another
fall.
Thud.
No flailing of wings,
no shrill cry ringing in the air.
Why am I not surprised?
Is my plea for a fair
today that unfair?
Falling to their ends
Will flailing make death softer?
Why wrestle against an hurricane?
You get blown away eventually
The sky is falling and I’m standing still
What’s the point in the running?
Resistance is futile
Life is pre-destined