Thrashing Poems - Poems about Thrashing

...See the thrashing The panic Hear the cries The screams Know their drowning With no help Instinct engages I dive in head first The thrashing calms Panic subsides Less crying Screams chang......

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...An unexceptional turning point in our marriage... unexpectedly came about, when possible prospect of the wife going to Puerto Rico by herself (for a fêted celebration of our eldest daughter ......

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...Oh my God— if only he knew that drowning doesn't look like thrashing, it looks like stillness. Like bleeding ink onto walls that won’t answer back. We could’ve saved him— or maybe he could’v......

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...She wondered, entering the sea, in fierce relentless rain, As the waves crashed hard against the rocks, would she see the sun again? Her life was dark now,like the sky that loomed a murky grey, ......

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...The animal trap The artist the athlete the strength of the human condition The leaders still fight Those inner demons Dance death into extinction Loves only threat Humans were a joke Then the......

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...I keep lurching in the dark, With the unforgiving feeling of searching for something long lost in the dimness where truth lies, In the prejudice of my mind, My scream an echo to death's heart, An......

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...Old Man Winter now flagging, and slip sliding along... as his stronghold diminishes. Signals, triggers, and ushers kickstarting debut of demure "Flora" who slowly but surely attempts to revea......

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...The Echo Returns Not Like a seeker sought a hunter climbs high unknowingly followed by the hunger eye Wait not for the resonating sound for in a mere moment taken before a releazati......

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...Pain is all Around, My head is pounding, Static noise surrounding me. Like horns sounding, Symphonies of energies. Rippling through Eternity, Having their way with me. A vessel o......

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...Violently thrashing and jerking and pulling It implores me to act Desperate to stay alive in it's final hour Reminding me of our pact It pleads, it begs, It cries to me All the while concealin......

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...I heard the sea call to me and the spell was cast. I followed with the magical rocks in my hand... willingly, I chose to obey their command. ......

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...(after the painting by Vincent Van Gogh) Does she even exist? Doubting her own reality, seeing herself vanishing in undulating undergrowth, fading and merging into summer-scorched scenery. ......

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...Migrants on the move from violence their only possession breath-space on a smuggler’s boat secured with back-bent harvests in pretzel-bent systems weight of crates of strawberries hoisted on ......

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...In loving memory of our Mark, Better known to most as Skip, Reunited with Clegg up in paradise now, Best friends back joined at the hip. From thrashing about on his motorbikes, Revving the ars......

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... I thought, back then, that what I felt for her was love. Jack said it was just lust and certainly nothing less. He had a point, she stank of pure pheromonal passions, Together we had an a......

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