Short Throes Poems
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Midnights fade in shadows
To invade dreams in throes
In Its Essence for nette onclaud
From Franco Gonza posted 12th October 14
Louis Bayard
for all we know he didn't really have to try hard
some exquisite bon mots
then those searing synopses had us back in our throes.
Europe
That sad decaying corpse
Of western civilisation
In the final throes
Of cultural suicide...
W.A. CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2018.
slams again he yacks his toes
and rashes back against the throes
prays aghast
he screams out No
and bleeds against
the bathroom floor
tears of dust
o god no more
Beauty changes
the embattled soul
A transmutation
ennobled whole
In darkest throes
to spread its light
Forever bathed
—in pure delight
(Dreamsleep: February, 2023)
J-oy
E-nds
W-oes,
E-ndorsing
R-emarkable
M-irth,
A-s
E-mptiness
N-ever
A-ttacks
I-nside
R-ight
A-way
©bfa051725
Monocrostic (Birthday of Jewermae Naira)
wild waves thunder throes
gold grains of calm beach cradles
marks in soft quicksand
Dated 30th January 2020
William Kekaula sponsored Contest :Strict Haiku
Herein the throes of our family's tragedy,
Herein our woeful daze, we're not the defeated
Nor victors; Simply the bearer's of tragedy.
Yes, Jonas was here; Thence we're the cheated.
Robespierre, Danton and all of those
crazy French revolution 'heroes'
had thousands guillotined
by La Machine that gleaned
heads; then 'offed' their own midst their wild throes.
Holding on tightly
Eager to be in the the throes of something
Glad to be gnashed by the tiger
Thrilled to retain my anger
For it is my most
Pronounced
Enthusiastic
Normal
Feeling
On a wet drippy day in India
He got the irksome hypochondria
His crazy mind cued in to pee
He was a loony, he must be
Shuttling in throes of polyuria.
03rd May, 2018
Happy birthday, dear Jenny Rose,
The world is a slave of trouble;
Man cannot avoid woes and throes,
Life is always in rise and fall.
Topic: Birthday of Jenny Rose I. Sapungan (March 15)
Listen to poem:
i can’t pretend to understand
the silences between us
how they wallow in the throes of chaos
desires censored muted silenced
molten in the midnight moonlight
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Her panting
Wheezing
Eyes, a second lid of Vaseline
Mouth gaping open
As if to scream out but
Nothing
Take your turn to clasp
For the last time
A last exhale
White as clean linen
sun pours
molten gold
sky in throes of passion-
the day dolls in
black dress
~"Let's get creative with Haiku
contest by Constance La France.
~03/18/21
Frosty cold with a bone chilling wind,
the kind of day to just stay in..
The ground is frozen, crunchy but not slick.
Snow flurries blowing but none seem to stick.
Winter's throes arrived too quick..
Desultory winds
chimera in throes of doubt
effusive, disconsolate
-clanging in hills stout-
Ductile mind bends sound.
virtuoso of the void—
sweet, zoetic, browned
Mad money grubber
Immersed in the throes of a
Skinflint Scrooge syndrome…
Enriching coffers, and yet
Renouncing to joys of life
-------------------------------
parched-
dry of mind
my soul in throes
of dessication
wearily-
i march along
i stumble
and quite often trip
and struggle so-
to come to grips
o' for one,but one sweet sip
refreshing inspiration!
Form:
Hope
Strong winds
Push the ship, sail!
Quest for knowledge foremost.
Then tempest ends discovery.
Hopeless!
Mid-sea
The raft throes, row!
Land ahoy, destiny!
Sanctity of life, prevalent.
Hopeful!
Reflections of life gently flows
Time removes rough edges
A sigh;
There is continuance from throes
Water goes from ledges
To fly.
Edward J Ebbs - 03/06/2015
Written for a Contest, MEMENTO OF WATERS
Dandelion dust,
dreams devouring the wind;
Hunger knows no bounds,
always stretched toward merit;
The sweet air holds reverie,
held in the throes of closed eyes;
There’s no way to deny it,
you’re hung up on clouds.
Silliness is fun today.
My poems are nonsense, happy play.
I hear a siren far away.
I do not care on this Friday.
I will not stay this way, by way of fey….
But for this second, this faerie is in the throes of joy today.
Soft snow swirls down as cold breeze blows
A snow-white crown covers the earth
Life is in hibernating throes
Let’s stay inside near the warm hearth
Syllable count: 8.8.8.8
11.18.2021
Our days are filled with laughter and joy
Nights consumed with passionate desire
No reasons to hide in disguise as coy
In the throes of love we gladly conspire
No trace of loneliness we once knew
and no memories of the days before you