Throat Poems - Poems about Throat

... I’m a free spirit rising a freethinker dreaming Stoically climbing the surreal limbo bar, But I don’t know why i’m no bright spark for split seconds on fire lighting up the dark Yet......Read More

... I don't like the whispering, the covered up sounds that barely reach the ear, those soft voices with their secrets creeping down the corridor. I don't like the muted conversations t......Read More

...What's hiding in my bedroom? Dark evil spirits of the night. Always lurking in the shadows, Forbidden to breach the light. Constant whispering while I sleep, Ever tormenting restless dreams. ......Read More

...In my mournful country ballad I wrote My heart's achin' like a giraffe with a sore throat But when folks hear giraffe They just throw things and laugh Somehow I seem to have hit a wrong note 2......Read More

... You say I must be brave but how ? Trembling, with dry throat and lips Pressing on......Read More

...Fretting anonymous I’m joining You join with a deep breath in I draw breath, I stall My breath trips and tumbles over my ribs I stumble and fall My breath still goes in and out Tomorrow is......Read More

...my carnivore self is displayed out in the open I tear a bovine’s tendons and muscle with gusto my teeth coming up red and bloody; it is the human way, is it not? my mouth, throat and gullet gul......Read More

...'Fiddle dee dee' sang the fiddler As he fiddled with his frog Something sounded off He was barking like a dog He tuned his fiddle up again And drew the bow o'er the strings And lo! A harm......Read More

...Bit by bit my knees became weak, It must have been lust or candlelight; Moonlit curtains shimmer satin sheets, green lit tasting each other that night; Held me like it was the first time, smel......Read More

... You give it some kudos, like it does something good? You say that I’m boring, like I’m made of wood. You laugh at my reason, you smirk at my way. Because I don’t feel your passion, because I won......Read More

...how do I explain it? what words are there to tell you, that I am evil. not like a villain in the movies, more like a murderer in that I’ve always wanted you dead. I might love you most of the......Read More

...There was a knock on my door, It made my heart thumbing indoor, Chappy lips and sweaty hands along my heart so sore. On the third knock my heartbeat skyrocketed. Panic was banging all over my ......Read More

...My little child was like a butterfly. She was fond of butterflies as well. This was why I called her: butterfly. She ran to me commanding me to tell her stories. I obeyed as she had been the app......Read More

...I have never seen such a supervillain in my life. It's the novel disease, COVID-19, it's alive ......Read More

... The Madonna looked less than amused as she swayed in time to the steps of the six men who carried her aloft down Hart Street towards the river and the waiting fleet. This was no solemn af......Read More