Short Tossing Poems
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All Thur the night
Feeling couldn't fight
You were in my head
In my bed
My body was burning
I was
TOSSING AND TURNING
Tossing as much positivity,
into the air,
as possible,
to sugarcoat all,
the bitter negativity inside,
will leave,
a cavity.
you was in my mind
could leave love behind
my head in bed
was bruning
over you am so blue
for you am yarning
am
TOSSING AND TURNING
Sighing, tossing, turning,
Losing temper fast,
Eyes so tired they're burning...
Eventually (at last)
Prolific snores will blast!
lake champlain
dinner cruise...tossing
my salad...again
i can't sleep
can't eat
am tossing turnning
my soul is burning
for a ttention
i must mention
you made my life shine
YOUR ON MY MIND
here are the bits of my homework I say
tossing them out of an Oatmeal box
Onto my teacher's desk
They are slimy with saliva
she screams
A giggle escaped from the shelf
as Santa was tossing himself,
his face very red,
'I'm coming,' he said
and smirking, he shot on the elf.
Today, I was successful.
I wrote a poem, on a scrap paper, before tossing it away.
The sky is blue, and you are not.
Cook your chicken in a pot.
As wintery mix seeps in
Snow shovels starts to move again
Snow causes slips and falls
Tossing you against the walls
While making your body tail-spin
sleepless
restless morning yawns
twilight tossing and turning ~
insomniac moon
8-30-21
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
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could sleep
my mind was deep
thinking about you
it was passion too
i was hot to trot
my soul was love burning
LAST NIGHT
I WAS TOSSING AND TURNING
She takes all the I love you's she has saved
Tossing them gently to the wind
In hope's they make someone's day
And then blow back her way again
Can't sleep keep tossing and turning
Always thinking I'm living and learning
I just can't figure out
What is it about
My heart it won't stop yearning
He all of a sudden experiences a new psychosis,
As he solemnly stands in the sunset in his grieving process,
Tossing onto her grave a thousand stemless red roses.
I always have the stangest dreams when I am sick
It's not like I have the choice to pick
Tossing and turning
with my fever burning
I wake feeling like a pile of ick
After tossing back too many shots,
My tummy got tied up in knots.
But the outhouse fell down,
now a king with no crown,
I cover up where I must: "Thank You Scotts'!"
imagination twirls me into the air
catching me often, not that I care
tossing adjectives around
burying fancifuls underground
making poems of ideas which were unaware
That night once again tossing and turning,
having very badly a sleepy yearning,
like little Bo Peep,
missing some sheep,
sheep hiding thinking its time for a shearing.
A sleeping lion should not be provoked by a kitten, for, when he does, it is his lost, like tossing a gold in depth of fire in hunt for a brass.
January 17, 2024, PST, SPC
From tossing, disgruntled, away
To what sent back, leapt for, chased up
In a new way
All it allows, for young and old
Change, blowing a storm, of bouncy
Joy's precious hold.
Night in the night
Darkness in darkness
We are in the pith.
Hunting each other is approved .
We suffer, two trapped snakes!
Tossing and turning in the core
In search of love.
Happy-go-lucky, a phrase describing old me
Not a care to speak of, a happy club emcee
Making tons of bucks
Running amuck
Tossing flowers and wearing a polka dot saree
In front or behind, above or below
Words define seduction, playing on your piccolo
It defines making out
A rambunctious bout
Tossing to and fro till your eye balls glow
Yesterday
We borrowed
The the world
Spinning it fast
Like a red top
Tossing it
Straight up
in the
Sweet air
Like an orange kazoo
Then, we filled it up with
Lots of Alice-blue skies