Short Thrashes Poems
Short Thrashes Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Thrashes by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Thrashes by length and keyword.
Bizarre Blighty bonfire at the Gabbatoir
Starc like Slash just thrashes his guitar
The south paw so far the star and Tsar
Our bete noir ..to the Ashes lark au revoir
Kane's stunning hat-trick
England thrashes Panama. . .
on to knockout stage
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "2018 World Cup Senryu" via wattpad.com
wintery fire
flowing through my icy veins
scorching all remains
scarlet tears falling
onto the cold white stained snow
burning as they grow
a sea of nothingness
thrashes against my broken heart
i never thought we'd part
The bobber dips,
The fishing pole whips,
The fish jerks,
The man works,
The thin line,
Carefully this time.
The fish splashes,
The man thrashes,
The fish flies,
The man sighs,
The line breaks,
And an exit the fish makes.
His heart was warm like the bright sky,
but was this all a lie?
His mind was a thunderstorm,
Deep thrashes of lighting,
Setting fire to the wind.
He smiled with such joy in his eyes,
But yet on the inside,
He slowly wanted to die.
At the end of this
Fishing line,
We captured
A metallic blue
Sailfish, with
Blazing red eyes
He thrashes
Fin and tail
Against the
Pull of these
Ocean hands
In the vastness of
These raging waters,
He refuses
To become bounty,
Aboard this
Sacred vessel
storm chaser
cotton clouds billow
feisty winds in frisky moods ~
thunder approaches
lightning bolts run wild
leaves flash in silver storm hues ~
driving rain thrashes
sunbeams chase the storm
summer stretches 'cross calm skies ~
storm makes quick get away
7/20/21
songster brown thrasher
lands in garden, thrashes mulch...
stink beetle succumbs
Georgia State Bird
Tough, aggressive and has a large range of different songs
1songster brown thrasher 5
2lands in garden, thrashes mulch... 7
3stink beetle succumbs 5
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Trickle trickle ting
I am tapping the shy window pane
Whispering water whisper rain
Listen as they sing my name
Thunderous voices of Angels
Waters deep in my tenacious
Destiny lay in wait my threshold
Thrashes crashing feet below rushing
river, aah, a waterfall I FLOW
Unabated, waterfall I AM......FREE
The house struggles
to keep its roof above water
The Gasconade river
smashes it into oaks
that slash the walls
slice the roof
The house thrashes
rips a telephone pole
out by its root
crashes
boards swirl
splinters in brown sludge
The round eye
of the satellite dish
does not blink
before drowning
5/2/2017
harlequin
cotton clouds billow
feisty winds in frisky moods ~
thunder creeps closer
lightning bursts run wild
driving rain thrashes tree tops ~
leaves flash silver hues
harlequin sunbeams
spring stretches across calm skies ~
storm makes get away
4-19-21
Contest: Spring Haiku Chain
Sponsor: M. L. Kiser
storm clouds roll in
doesn't matter that it's 80 degrees
the lightening thrashes in deep purple sky
thunder sounds like a pack of peterbuilts
the wind whips in all directions as
rain begins to fall
cooling down to 68
it fills empty spots in ground
giving life back
all night rain pours
filling gauge
morning comes and all is done
blue skies filled with white clouds
as if nothing ever happened
the night is young
full of unwanted sorrow
dark storm clouds roll in
taking away clear view
no birds can sing sweet melodies
nor animal burro in the tree-tops
thunder casts out a dreadful cry
and lightening strikes it's evil wand
across the darkened world
the rain thrashes it's anger
not once or twice, but
through out the night til morn.
when all sorrow lifts it's head
and the sun beams with delight
It crawls upon cold paws
To clutch with talons and claws
Nearing its prey, it hunts
With opening eyes and jaws
To shove with power and thrust
Upon insatiable desire and lust
It thrashes again and throws
Ardor so unjust
It bursts in colors of mist
In crimson hue and amethyst
Its forces like fireworks rise
Within emotion, organs, and amidst
In body it lies, in surreal disguise
Leaving no chance for mind to coexist
My husband snores
Everyone closes their doors
He thrashes about
Like he is trying to get out
Where he is going
I do not know
You hear him all night long
Talking, yelling, singing a song
I tell him...please do something you silly old man
What can I tell you, that is all I can
He wakes up in the morning all rested and well
Why the rest of us want to stand up and yell....
Good Lord man...go to the doctor, you are not well!
©Holly P. Moore
October 2012
I look over the side of the boat
The ocean
Engulfing everything in it's way
Taking life from anything
Present
And never looking back
Blacker then night
Evil
Mysterious killer
My hair whipping my face
Wind
The oceans' ally
Pushing full force
Toward
The living's death
It thrashes like wild
Tigers
Waiting for meat
And then the sun breaks the
Horizon
Brightening the world
And silencing the black killer
Until
Darkness swallows the world again...
Grayed swell
Foamed chop thrashes the rocks
The wind scatters the seabirds above
Their aerial skills flustered with rush
Gloomy skies deter natures light
Each cloud acting as a closing door
As i sit and look out
Beside me, raven of doom
As it hangs its head
Knowing my loved one has been consumed
In my heart i pray
A cloud relaxes and a ray of hope shines through
Until then i sit
Sodden with grief
My upbringing
My belief
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