Straws Poems - Poems about Straws

Indeed there are many good poems, here in rhyme and in Prose.' In Haiku and Senryu ' Acrostic; who knows.? Also There are some who, write comments while 'holding their own Nose' we can think what we want.' We can write as we will! Should there be a directive.? If so let it be of truth drawn And out of...

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To now support his plastic cause he complains about paper straws. The paper ones we chuck away. Plastic ones use day after day. Holding the straw between our lips we take our drink in little sips, much healthier than gulp gulp gulp. But paper soon turns back to pulp. Those paper straws that we still see were all made from a chopped down tree. We...

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When we feel life is slipping we grasp for anything...

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to convey my toughts my feelings expression to have you to keep you by my side with right by my side Aint no shame saying I need you Look to you when I need some one to care we're together in every since of the word everything together we share two truest together in love something people around the world envy you are my everything my all in all take this ring and...

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* The saddest guise of abuse is that the abused often believe it’s their fault, or that they are unworthy of anything better. * ~ flakes fell … wafting gently forth-and-back to sew invisible seams that joined night sky with a soft, white blanket covering the ground … the heavy snowfall was lit up like a wedge of...

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Snatching straws falling tilting precariously through notice toward doom inverted caricatures of marionettes shine & community supports & grips divine stumbling wild madness shaking out clean time ...

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Clutching at Straws I clutched a straw albeit one for me that is quite more than enough for I be just one It skews in my hand caused by the grasp of it hope its release beckons a recall of its former self Alas, not nearly as close but far worse for where it bends was a tear So now I'd be ready this rarest thing that I do as I gingerly grasped more then all of the straws Clutching them unbeknownst to me hails...

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A loving father once said of his now deceased son, "I shall go to him, ...

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in the twilight hours when all is deathly quiet i lay awake clutching at straws i watch over you with all the vigilance i can muster holding my breath as if as if i might protect you as if i could fight off the ravages of time and the venom inside you the cancer that eats away at you i refuse to close my eyes so not...

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They know she disappeared from the play ground, her jumper was found on merry go round, Dad looked everywhere in the park he could, every day remote hope, return she would, ten years since that sad day, their eyes still search, In crowds amongst strangers in malls and church, A face would someday approach with a smile, by instinct would know...

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Life is clutching at straws, ...

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Years ago, the straws we used Were paper ones, some striped. Then plastic ones took over, Since their sturdiness was hyped. My grandkids love the bendy-types In neon-colored hues, Especially when from the box Their favorites they can choose. But it has been discovered That these plastic straws pollute And injure many animals And human beings, to boot. So Starbucks just announced that they Won’t serve them anymore And...

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Deprived of love and hope She finds it hard to cope Yearning to fill her empty bowl To the devil she would sell her soul. ------------------------------- Four Line Contest in Rhyme Hosted by Silent One Placed 2nd...

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Sucking On Straws I used to suck on nickels and dimes; Metals tasted like saltine crackers Swallowed a couple pennies many of times; I just gag throw up like a method actor; And now breaking the law guilty; Throat raw, cut, torn, filthy; I have a fetish; For putting thing's in my mouth, I guess; I swallowed a dime; I ate some raw onions,...

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you have many personalities inside your head face full of lead but I'm still not dead I need love I need you I I am no more than a blade of grass no more than a shell cast out of the sea no more than a bird in migrant flight nor am I less ...

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