Short Shoving Poems
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Score!
Weaving in and out
Pushing and shoving my way about
Everyone screams and shouts
When my puck knocks his lights out.
Score!
snow
glistening, sparkling
floating, drifting, delighting
white, fluffy, heavy, dirty
pushing, darkening, shoving
metal, uncaring
plow
Racism is like someone shoving a bunch of M&M’s in their mouth and trying hard to convince themselves and others that each color tastes different.
we own a house
no mousei
it cover all
talking aboub snoww fall
it stick wall to wall
that went go
do it slow
as the wind blow
SHOVING SNOW
There was an enormous gorilla
Who fell in love with a chinchilla
When time came for loving
He’s pushing and shoving
But hadn’t intended to kill ’er
The tumultuous pain needing release
Sending chimes upon my brain increase
Insidious beeping
And always creeping…
Of nurses--shoving needles on my crease
Russell Sivey
Once a girl with a big butt
Went on a diet to lose a lot
She stopped eating and shoving food
Thinking it was good
She became bigger and fatter for she was knocked up on the spot
clunky chunky unfamiliar words
not easily understood due to their tweets and pops
shoving themselves against my dendrite highway
hidden yet acutely felt
dancing the brain Watusi
I wonder if I will ever write again
My black cat likes to cuddle
I am never ever befuddled
She is sweet, dear and loving
There is never ever any shoving
I do feed her twice a day
and she always loves to play
At times she does like to hide
She will always bring me lots of pride
Prouder,
Louder,
Pushing & shoving,
Totally unloving,
Colder & farther,
Farther & farther
Away from you!
"Oh, God, is it true?
Is this really me?
Really, can it be,
My heart
Torn apart?
Heal me please!
Forgive me God, only Jesus frees!"
I loved you
With every piece
Of my broken heart
And my aching soul
You treated me like dirt
Shoving me aside
Then pulling me back in
You were my favorite monster
The most welcoming fear
A nightmare
I only wish
I could have seen coming
Before it was too late
A bitter rind of sorrow encapsulates my heart:
it insulates;
it separates.
Insensitive the laughing throng
regurgitates their song,
unknowing and uncaring,
blindly shoving me along.
A bitter rind of sorrow encapsulates my heart.
Copyright, 4/28/2014
Faye Gibson
SPORT
Seven centuries ago we'd send our men out the back door
Pushing shoving kicking is the sign they need a war
Or at least a good old brawl down at the local bar
Racing with that joy they feel when all beat with bruisers
Trailing bloody clothes and tales of the guy who was the looser
No longer will l sin
Treat my temple like a bin
Shoving all and sundry in
So l will bear and grin
Take it on the chin
To be happy in my skin
Be healthy within
No more biscuits from the tin
Against the bulge l will win
Today l will begin
To do and feel better!
Lost in the dust and the wrinkled up rust
is the copper from pennies discarded
Caught in the snow as the wind howls, blows
they shiver and flatten abandoned
Spring thaws the road from it's internal cold
shoving the sand to the curb
Then we stroll by and collect our surprise
copper in slumber disturbed.
Form:
Because I am
Seventeen
Female
Black
Hispanic
Misunderstood
Thump
I hear you
Shoving your fingers down throats,
Bruising unseen crevices,
Destroying livers
Thump
Hearts…
Broken
Veins…
Opened
Innocence…
Taken
World…
Shaken
Thump
You are the cries of the speechless,
The tune of morbidity,
The woes
And the
Foes.
Thump
Men
Loud and proud.
Doing what they want,
when they want.
Rough,tough.
Being who they want to be
no matter what.
Caring,sharing.
Well, some of them do.
Hurting, flirting.
Thinking all girls are theirs,
to take, to use.
Shoving,loving.
Love is no stranger,
neither is harm.
Men,
a gift to the world,
in some eyes.
I'm stealing your kisses,
'Cause you stole my heart.
You're my sweet misses,
And we'll never part.
When we start hugging,
Our hearts start to race.
Hearts strings are tugging,
To keep us in place.
I surrender my loving,
You surrender your all.
No pushing or shoving,
'Cause we're starting to fall...
...deeper in love.
Who called me on that silent foggy road?
LIFE, You are who called me to live you!
You offered me comforts like earthly dew
And I accepted those like a hungry toad.
Shoving aside the dangerous tricky path,
I will move on, go on, and then start anew
My life through the divine celestial bath.
LIFE,I will live You! LIFE, I will live You!
Fingers tangling dry strands
Jostle soft fleshes with pained puffs
Dipping tar suffocating airways
Wrenching fabrics carving curses onto corpuscle
Taking
Pulling
Grabbing
Pushing
Stabbing
Shoving
Reducing into a pile of nothing
Ridiculed into a lump of worthless
Rejected into a mass of hollow
Remorse into a jumble of Woman.
Ice frosting this hill.
Choking and twisting my will.
Slipping I struggle to my feet.
Falling backwards,bewildered still.
Shoving myself forward ,
Allowing my love to spill,
Wind so cold and treaterous,
my spirit it stuggles to kill.
March onward;one step,two steps more.
I am not accepting warm retreat.
The end is not the final score.
transitory meaning
lost track of the feeling
so left behind
forgetful of time
how did i get here
not as important as the why
search for the meaning
no matter how it hides
between the two sides
awake and asleep
i search out to reach
the time of becoming
when then two sides stop their shoving
to even out the waves
we must be lost before we're saved
Form:
... the swimmer
swam up the tube
within a frantic assemblage
of other swimmers
pushing
shoving
striving
writhing
towards an egg queen serene
in a womb room needing
swimmers for seeding
begetting gametes to collide
and form a more perfect union as
a zygote only a mother could love.
Fish-eyed unfeathered fetus
eons
beyond
the beginning.
Cars are fast
They run on love
And they eat gas
They will soon be seen from above
When cars fly,
I shall have an air strike on my enemies.
They will die.
No longer frenzies.
I will have an evil laugh
Shoving ice-cream in my face
Holding my victory staff
I may use my golden mace
Humanity at rest because of my awesomeness
Flying cars cure the city's restlessness.
What did you say about my mama?
The ring-tailed lemur was not happy now.
I tried to pretend I had been talking to the llama
I knew her sense of humor was not exactly a wow.
The ring-tailed lemur gave me a prissy sniff.
It was pretty clear I had not done what I should.
I was out of there, after that one tiny whiff.
Shoving off from the island, as quickly as I could.