Short Thrashing Poems
Short Thrashing Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Thrashing by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Thrashing by length and keyword.
Thrashing fish?
No death wish!
Armor of God
Lightning rod
Reason for joy?
Satan can't destroy!
The thunder echos
thrashing around with my thoughts
walking in the rain
our electricity flows
the wind breathes you into me.
Alligator scouts still pond,
unobserved his stealth movements
until thrashing body leaps,
sharp teeth tearing unexpecting prey
March 2, 2022
Whistling winds woo
through thrashing twigs and shrubs.
Hitting, hollering, soon hushing
spring be springing sweet soundly winds
blowing in the deep dark of distant forests.
Like the waves of a storm-swept gray sea
breakers rushing furiously toward me
Thrashing recollections of what once was
memories that will nevermore be
Enveloped in black
Darkness of a living death
The black shroud tightens
Heightened frenzy of thrashing
Pinned in the arms of Black Knight
For Andrea's Color Tanka Contest
May 14, 2013
Santa's thrashing around in acute pain
No gifts due to bottlenecked supply chain
What was Santa to do
To achieve a breakthrough
He'd snap up packets of Chinese Chow Mein
a remote forest,
its pond motionless, moonlit;
a sudden cloud of Mayflies
sweeps down across the water:
sudden, ghostly koi feeding
w/ thrashing and leaping,
only to vanish in time.
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Georgia Brown Thrasher
Thrashing through leaves
Attack of Mocking Bird
Grey
far and wide;
Many distinct shades,
the same as the thrashing sea;
Blue
swirls from warm to a harsh chill
above and below;
lush sea foam
hue.
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!
My dog went for a pee, came back wearing a big smile
Some kids had painted him, now he looks like a crocodile
Those neighbourhood kids
Need a bonk on their lids
Or a thrashing to make their hoohas misfire!!!
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Your absence hurts me,
Like a persistent toothache
Or a pair of too-tight shoes.
But, worse, your hard face,
When finally we meet,
Leaves me panicked, gasping:
A doomed and thrashing swimmer,
Drowning in your indifference.
THE CRIPPLED
Walking toward foreshore
I saw the devil seated on a fence
Fishing
Next day I heard he got a thrashing
It was intense
Blood trickled from his core
He would fish no more
Baby and Mommy shark were out to score.
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Leaf
Falling
To the ground
Under foot crunch
Thrashing sounds and cool
It takes my breath away
Bright colors mixed with brown---
The color of dirt
Life giving food
The earth's life
Pure, cool
Air
Written: September 20, 2021
Wind’s a’whipping;
Branches thrashing.
Chairs are flipping;
Teeth are gnashing.
Garbage flying;
Scarves wrapped double.
Those home sighing,
Sweats and stubble.
Wind chill saying
It’s much colder.
Those out paying,
Being bolder.
These are the reasons I run.
One. A child is in danger and I need to save them.
Two. It is Black Friday.
Three. I see others running, and I feel fearful.
Four. There is a bear behind me thrashing around in the forest.
There is no other reason.
Oh! You have inspired me,
for you have moved my heart,
as I see tides thrashing in your eyes
and an untold story in your heart,
waiting to find its way to my ears,
but in silence you gaze at me,
in waiting here I will be,
for your voice to reach me.
summer
taken in the black of night
ruined
by darkness of thoughts
chained spirit thrashing
within the warmth of blood, bone, and breath
of me
Let it not be taken
open light please come through
bring back summer's bright heat
to me
sudden storm at sea
ship’s compass spinning around –
waves thrashing my boat
welcome beacon guides
to shore as if to heaven –
lighthouse shows the way
by Carolyn Devonshire (based on true experience)
*Entry for Russell’s “In the Light of Haiku” contest
Splashing, thrashing, wildly bashing
rages the rolling sea
like half-tortured Poseidon drowned
in waves of misery!
In tempestuous, dark dead of night,
a vessel from afar
plows through by dim, faint, speckled glow
of north's Polaris star.
Non exchangeable
biodegradable
Given time may be changeable
However
Forever
Insatiable
Thrashing out the tempo of life
Misses a beat when presented with strife
Within Private chambers
initials inscribed
Etched with a promise
None but one can revive
Splashing, thrashing, wildly bashing
rages the rolling sea
like half-tortured Poseidon drowned
in waves of misery!
In tempestuous, dark dead of night,
a vessel from afar
plows through by dim, faint, speckled glow
of north's Polaris star...
(((?)))
her passion had me thrashing as she swirled inside my mind
blowing all my walls apart
collapsing space and time
she kissed me with such emotion that she became an ocean on my tongue
an effervescent lotion
a magic, seething potion
where my fears were duly hung
Not natural, this repose.
The others act at playing
in the sea. Dubbed-in laughter.
Who gave the ending away?
Cue sunset. Slow, moribund.
I think of darkness to come,
of blood and sharp cutting things.
And that large thrashing horror
just now breaking the surface.
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