Short Throw In The Towel Poems
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Do stop your moaning, for Heaven's Sake!
You're not the first to bellyache!
You can scowl, growl, or howl
Or throw in the towel
But no one can go to your Wake!
He looks into my eyes, his love and faith never a disguise. When times are tough, and I'm
about ready to throw in the towel, he'll say little things to boost my moral.
There's no need to worry, there's no need to fret
I'm certainly not ready to throw in the towel yet
Lots a living still to do
With the help you crew
I'm never without friends, I'm forever in your debt
© Jack Ellison 2015
Holding on to hope
There is no other way
Can’t throw in the towel
And just toss it all away
Progress piling up
Growing as we go
The path won't be easy
But this we already know
Ready for the work
Eager to transcend
The road goes on forever
The journey never ends
Was it just another fiended out over dose?
Or a dire plea to end her curse and broken hopes?
WHY
MUST
EVERYTHING
ALWAYS
HURT
the daily struggle got me spent
My wings are broken
And my halo been bent
Tryna throw in the towel,
But I'm leaned off this wett
So I stay at the bottom
til I'm moldy with regrets*
Mother Nature does scowl
At greedier leaders howl
As our planet we do foul
Seedier media on the prowl
Don’t throw in the towel
We now live cheek by jowl
Don’t be a plastic freak
Like Simon Cowell
Or return to bombastic peak
Of Enoch Powell
At the meek did growl
A rebuild we all seek
Let’s get out the trowel
That Hammond B3 can spit and growl,
Any other organ will throw in the towel...
Add a nice Rhodes piano to the mix,
And you have a sound that you'll never need to fix
Ah, a chance at a pipe organ would be ecstasy,
And likely the highlight of my life,
But a hot jam with good musicians,
Is more orgasmic than the most beautiful a wife.
Yield to the superior force of that warm, friendly welcome.
Surrender to that well-being of consolatory, feel-good territory.
Submit to a complimented treatment of mental repose for the wayworn;
Capitulate to a gentle and melodious retreat secluded in a shiny enchantment
Of porcelain and metal that will infiltrate your innermost courtyard.
the house was built without cement
the garden without soil to grow in
throw in the towel the family creed
and greed a concept out of reach.
survive or thrive
death counts no difference
claims them one by one
time marks the path of graft and hope
with no account of gain or loss
tossed into life a relative thing
and left to fight as they will.
Love till it hurts,
Wipe the tears no one sees,
And throw in the towel.
Give your best and rest,
Lest you lose all to nought.
It's still a beautiful world...
The skies may miss the moon,
That makes all seem aglow and bright...
but the skies will still be...
Beautiful, though dark and lonely ...
Because you are not here.
So long...missed you for too long,
Miss you till the end of time.
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The world we live in is no joke.
Everything we have is going up in smoke.
The world's money is tight,
foreclosures have no end in sight.
Bankers gotta make deals
Car makers can't grip their wheels.
The world is at war and still there's no cure
for cancer that knocks on our door.
Our world is in trouble ,we need help on the double.
If we don't stop now and throw in the towel,
It isn't a joke
that we'll end up in smoke.
I don't know if you know
You are the reason I survive
It was you who saved me
You're the reason I'm alive
I was in a dark place
In a bad state of mind
I was depressed and thought
There was no hope I'd find
I was done and ready to quit
About to throw in the towel
Then I thought of you crying
And that stopped me somehow
I found just enough hope
In you to pull me through
In the darkest place I've been
I found the light of you
Getting sick of ********
Sick of it all.
I wanna throw in the towel
And not think of it anymore.
"Everything that happens,
Happens for a reason"
Is what you tell me
But I ain't believing.
Is this really my life?
Or a bad dream that
I can't wait up from.
When will someone
Come wake me up.
Tell me it wasn't real
And that my life is perfect.
But perfection you see
Is only in fairy tales.
Sadly it's not for me.
This is reality,
And I'm sick of it all.
R-ugged weather waves farewell,
O-ne warm day is welcomed;
N-ight cold chill passes by,
N-ew dawn's wind is calm.
I-solated rain showers stay away from the view;
E-vening shadows disappear into the dark, gray, and blue.
P-ink skyline up above
I-s sharing the white cloud;
E-ach ray from the beacon
D-oes shine feeling proud.
A-pril fifteenth Saturday, don't throw in the towel;
D-efend the faith at all times, rugged weather waves farewell.
In “Words with Friends,” I want to howl
When playing while needing a vowel.
Unless I choose “Swap”
My chances will stop;
I might as well throw in the towel.
Yet sometimes I’m stuck with a glut
Of vowels – I have nothing but.
I’ve nowhere to go;
My points stay down low.
It’s obvious I’m in a rut.
We all know in gaming, of course,
There’s no room for bile or remorse.
We play what we get -
Rejoice or regret -
Then hop right back up on the horse.
When I tried you didn't,
When I loved you didn't
When I threw in the towel to please you,
My sister stood up for me,
Opened your eyes
And then you apologized...
Now you tried but I can't
You loved but I can't
You will throw in the towel soon,
For you never were known to try to long...
And now the game is over...
Your an abuser...
And I was raised to win
...
And I have.
I didn't take my life
And yes you damaged me
But I still got up
And I'll dance in victory.
Form:
No Mas, No Mas
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
Soon after rising my thought process,
Becomes consumed by negativity;
Not what I desire, but what life has bequeathed me,
Perhaps that is all the respect I’ve earned.
Most days, I sit, feeling like a broken man,
Life has knocked me down, but never out,
I have fought a good fight and the final round
Finds me behind on the scorecard,
And about to cry No Mas, No Mas,
And throw in the towel;
I feel myself faltering,
Slowly slipping,
The facade is falling.
I suck at pretending
To be okay,
When I want to give up.
I feel like an eff up.
I can’t afford to fail.
I’ve got too much to lose,
To throw in the towel now.
I am strong,
Relapses do not define me.
I can still shoot for sobriety,
Save me a seat to the show.
I just had to rewind a little,
I’m not done yet,
My journey continues on,
Because I can overcome
This and anything.
Let recovery win,
Wake up,
me.
To write poems missing one vowel
I'm struggling, you should see me scowl
Nice sponsor Emile
Won't know how I feel
I’m tempted to throw in the towel!
I thought writing this would be fun
Though Emile’s contest I won’t shun
My words will not flow
Bonce is being slow
My muse whispers why don’t you run!
I’m sitting here on my blue stool
I’ve finished my poem, it’s cool
Now I must check my work
From this job I won't shirk
By following Emile’s vowel rule!
When I’ve tried and don’t succeed
That doesn’t make me a failure,
But if I give up and throw in the towel
I‘d be setting my self up for disaster
Situations may not work out as plan,
I'll Keep trying, and try again
I may fail at one thing or even another,
But i won't stay in that comfort zone forever.
Some set backs are temporary, and are part of life
If i fail at one thing i will try another
Failure at some things may need to teach me
lesson that will help me excel and grow.
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