Short Tantrums Poems

Love your dark grey face
With silver flash of anger
Downpour of tantrums....

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Obsolete spiders 
Throw tantrums when webbed  freedom 
Beckens it's soldiers 

Erow....

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Old crows fly slowly,
To southern shores for winters
Big temper tantrums....

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The mitre of us
We live, due by our own rules
Skeptical beliefs
Tender tawdry tantrums
Misty colored trifles...

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palavers all day….
tantrums to cause Mothers sway
infantile display

By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX...

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Eternal now
Light fades 
To darkness
Collapsing structures
Shifting dimensions
Poltergeists have 
Tantrums in 
The Ether...

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I want it my way
So I fight big G
dealing, wheeling, begging, conniving
Not thriving until He gets his own way
Which always works out better
despite my tantrums...

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Clouded with opinions, he refuses to budge ;
Cold actions, throws tantrums but verbally fudge
Our sacred bond - I try to save. Oh Fudge !, 
He let wither holding a silent grudge....

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A muse to many
Deprived solemnly
By its brothers forgiver
Taunted by his mind
Closely to touch
Fragile in the mists
Reused tantrums
Trickled tears
False horizon
That's his mothers vow....

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Former Mayor of Chicago, Ms. Jayne Byrne
about mood swings and temper tantrums had what to learn

To differentiate her from the Panama Canal 
Ask yourself which
  ~ One of them was a busy ditch...

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Tell me friends, wot ya tink the word “antsy” means
Does it mean like somebody but with much bigger jeans
Does it refer to someone edgy
Who gets constantly all sweaty
When things get dicey do they throw tantrums and scream


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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HUMANITY VERSUS GOD

Like a loving parent
God corrects us,
planting a flower for us
in the dust.
We pull it up.
He puts it back.
Like spoiled children,
we hit and attack.
In temper tantrums
we insist
the world is ours.
But it is His.

Janet Marie Bingham...

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I use to be a baby
I use to sleep in cribs
Now I'm a young lady
That doesn't wear a bib

I use to be toothless
I use to have tiny feet
Now I use a toothpaste
That doesn't taste so sweet

I use to throw tantrums
I use to be a mess
Now I'm very random
And gives my parents stress...

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Quiet Sunday morning.
Tantrums of birds
In the mystery
Of magic distance.
Backyard patio cigarette
Wafts smoke through
The brisk fresh
Air, and me
Waiting to propel
Through the wooded
Green, like prophets
Hungry for salvation.

My December sweatpants;
Not to be denied....

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Short and sweet you’ll never know how you make me feel my day glows you throw tantrums you throw fits but your heart always fits that hole that can’t be stitched from the pain that can’t be fixed you make me feel happy this I know even though it don’t always show but always know mommy loves you so...

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that day that very way 
the sky wore a peach 
colored towel catching 
the sunset rain drops 
over the spring fountains 
above the twinkling mountain 
the way the clouds burst 
throughout enchanted rays 
heavenly showers catering 
to the wavering tantrums 
of weeping willows trees
capturing a quiet breeze...

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Travel day is what’s on tap
Two-year-old is in my lap
Doesn't seem that far to go
Just six inches on the map

Flying tantrums, status quo?
Not for parents in the know
Benadryl - voila! a nap
This ain’t my first rodeo…

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(no children or grandchildren were drugged in the making of this poem :-)...

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Searching for the wings everyday 
She was full of tantrums for them
Searching for them, on her shoulders
Thought they will grow out
like her new permanent teeth
Like a pupae she wove the thread
of dreams around her
and out came a butterfly
and a girl metamorphosed
into a woman
A woman with wings
Wings of grace and beauty......

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wide open dilatation of spirit
summon all heavens
circumference all clouds
I CALL YOU
tumble your rain tantrums
silken my sheets in sun
dip my hands with silver
 
grow me up good
name me WHOLE
tell your universe 
I am home
 
wash me in stars
fill me in moonlight
glisten all my parts
exclaim every exclamation
I am here...

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Royal beauty with posture awesome
Emitting aura graceful wowsome

Belle being from my favourite place
Of Princess Hayath Bakshi Begum I assess

A future IAS with tantrums regal
Inspires me to verse real

Beauty has found its new shade
Of course in my Goddess I bade

May you've a life full of furnish
This is my ultimate wish..!!...

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Little one hear me;
Remember this lullaby,
you are every smile; 

Colored with tantrums 
mirror’s reflection angry? 
Go outside and run;

Happy bouncing ball,
share it with all of your friends;
They can play with you; 

Precocious dreamer, 
never doubt yourself my love;
Nothing’s out of reach;

Color outside of the lines,
there’s no wrong way to be you....

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Pale panes of melting ice
Mist up with breath
And drip, they drip
The panes begin to run
And begin to fall away
Suspended for a second for a minute
To be diverted or perverted
Barriers rotted
False words spurted
Tantrums, tempests, frustration
Aha! I am free
The rotted flesh deceiver
May I burst your bubble,
Slit your throat to save the trouble
I am the Shadow Reaper!...

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A hermit without a shell is a
weak, pitiful creature.
It wonders alone for onlookers to
moisturise their naked skin with 
empty tears.
They feel no shame when mocked 
for their fetishized strife;
flagrantly flailing their flaking skin
to justify their tantrums.
The terror and turmoil that it sheds 
plagues even those passingly amused.
Until we are all naked, afraid and alone....

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Tales of sacrificed fear
on scared tortured terrain
wild strengths smoldering beneath
tantrums of the fractious.

Gateway opens, rocks vault, liquids spew
fires burn and soil creep

Vented anger, terrifyingly unleashed
scarped lands and chard boulders
tinged bushes, strewn trees
flowed hard blackened beds

Gateway to Hell, Masaya volcano, Nicaragua....

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In that calm before the storm
tranquility’s bittersweet,
though, no two tantrums are alike,
nature self-defends;
Never staid,
she rides her tides hanging ten
and reaps her reward.
The prize is not always golden
but the fight is necessary.
The wandering breeze locates her
opponents and she’ll throw down
the gauntlet; 
accepting the challenge,
we weather the storm.

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