Spin Poems - Poems about Spin

Where do you begin with Ravichandran Ashwin...intellectual impresario Red ball romeo... conceptual maestro..the Kingpin of spin..leather lothario Perpetual taunting...teasing..bubbling cerebral cauldron formenting..haunting Troubling.. flaunting...tormenting..vaunting..fermenting..pleasing Luminosity...but another one of the band of badger brothers Reeks of unique chic tweak at its peak Bare faced cheek of genius geek cavorting Discerning pastor preaching while yearning for learning More about turning…..curiosity pique...sleek sporting freak Mythical master...

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Left sock, lone rebel, elopes with the tumble dryer— true love eats its mate....

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I do enjoy verbal tennis wordplay may be a game outwit outsmart the opponent is the only aim lobbing phrases across the net volley and rally back and forth no one's a loser and yet those precious few who think on their feet will always win have you beat Shakespeare is the all-time champ merely a player with poem and sonnet through thick and thin he'd go...

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The painted disc, a vibrant blur, A promise held in clicking sound. Each wedge a hope, a soft demur, Where chance and destiny are bound. What unseen hand compels the turn? What forces guide the halting click? A lesson that we slowly learn, Our grip on future, frail and slick. For every prize, a shadow waits, A near miss whispered in the air. The joy...

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In the quiet of the morning light, Where shadows dance and dreams take flight, Two hearts awaken, tender and warm, In the garden of us, love takes form. With every breath, a whisper shared, In laughter’s echo, we’ve truly bared Our souls entwined like branches strong, In this sacred place,...

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Yellow, a sunny color - bittersweet brightness of life. Wild dandelion its flower, brilliant in grandson’s eyes. Watching the Summer spin, fragile twirling and bend. Pandemic’s Kindergartner plucks bouquet - tenders it to grandma. Isolation had its moments - streets with no cars, chasing a lemon butterfly. “Oh, it flied away.” His skateboard in pause, as our lives were, but in home’s vase, weeds quickly passed away. ...

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It's a long way to the middle From both ends. Ya gotta give a little to win. These was need to stop, no spin. Don't give a wit how it started, back then. Only, that there all going to end. So, Weel be committed,all in. Or the killing will start again.. We wish it was so simple, but then. It's a long way to...

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I am the Ouroborus of trauma Thorned scales of each red flag So add them up and feed me my flaws Among clutter in a hand me down bag Let's laugh as I divulge my wounds I look a man but the boy never started A secret shared to see if you think i lie Round we coil treasuring your trust...

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In the shadow of a wilted evening, where busy spiders spin their fragile thoughts, Lacking the substance for a solid tome, losing tenure and academic appointments, They fill their purses by spreading confusion among the naive minnows, Seeing nothing but their own grimacing faces in a delirium of mirrors. Most of all, I doubt the rare and sincere ones, Masters...

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everyone is born with a death sentence and the penalty is life everyone is born with a life sentence and the penalty is death...

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You spin your answers like spells, In the weave of silence, where measures of silver flow gently, shores of secretive waters. Where have you torn these enchantments, Armed in love like a knight in glittering mythical armor? I can't assign a face or a name to the future, Nor can I discern the color or purpose of the past. Ah, but...

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i pivot between the unknown, and i know not what life has left me dangling from my mind uncertainty mocks my every foothold reality teases me then shrugs off its own beliefs I am disillusioned by wisdom, made foolish by every thought I cling to a arabesque masquerading as a mystic dance yet let me spin on for somewhere ahead i hope a stop sign will slow this dream down ...

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On the Earth we spin, living out our lonely lives... addicted to sin!...

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Spin class will be fun my neighbor Veronica said. I loved the idea, thinking spin wheels in my head. Maybe I’d make a kite, or a top or something equally fun. Spin class is none of these things, and I mean not one....

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"Endlessly fascinating..." Truths are in that phrase As are lies or misunderstandings Perhaps myopically unintentionally misleading I'm endlessly fascinated by something right now The whirring, incessant ~ almost Until I tire or simply forget Distraction quite impactful For instance some microwave porridge (chocolate flavour) has just pulled me from my thoughts How could porridge compete with fascination? Everything competes and the measures are difficult to...

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