Throats Poems - Poems about Throats

...Sonnet I In realms of emerald hush, where sunlight strains Through veils of green, a silent throng takes root, A clovered congregation on the plains, Their stoic forms a timeless, lushfu......Read the rest...

...SPHINX STONE I am Sphinx Stone Sun stationed statue silent sculptured synoptic not marble or granite nor black tourmaline or crystal sapphire quartz vortex for Void actualising sacred a......Read the rest...

...They want to cast spells through the songs they sing Subliminal mind control of those who buy their wicked cd’s Their music has no meaning It won’t be a *hit Remember Satan is the king of all tri......Read the rest...

... Although it's a well worn cliche, there is something soothing in the thought of lying in bed listening to rain. Last night I was front row in a symphony. An adagio of soft fall, murmurings ......Read the rest...

...The bullying and bruising Went on and on for years, 'Til the time had come They'd atone for her tears Aimed at those people The cruel and the two-faced, For revenge is sweet ... And she wan......Read the rest...

...Some berries look so enticing until you have tasted them.You then discover the truth as to their sweetness.I am sure that a lot of us have had to swallow bitter berries in our lifeti......Read the rest...

...Grab a pill Grab a pill, with chemicals filled Endocrine to shut down, not to feel We are told, this is to help us cope But through it all we can't find hope Without hope, we get more depres......Read the rest...

... Brimstone throats burned, before bursting into combustible myths. Dragons were effigies, deeply scorched into hearts. Forever became extinct, it became, the lick of a decaying fire. Smoke b......Read the rest...

...So Row row row your boat gently down the stream Merrily merrily merrily merrily life Is but a dream... So Have you ever felt this theme a dream soaring beyond the skies the hue is blue mist wit......Read the rest...

... The barn is hollowed by time, greased by phantom tractor engines. A rusting spade and shotgun, laid-up in the shadowy bygone. A dusty hayloft full of owl songs. The mice are out in the field......Read the rest...

...My 1st round: I know we just met and you seem like you're cool but there's a whole bunch of s**t that I don't know about you. Now I don't care about your race, what kind of car you drive, or how m......Read the rest...

...Valentines kiss all decked out in coats Lips that dance at each other's throats Flurries that decorate chestnut hair The heat of passion warming the air Beneath the length of the polar night I......Read the rest...

... ....When she gets bored of Mr. Slick and wants to have real fun. You win some you lose some Newssome. You abuse some, misuse funds, talk about appropriations, self donations, ina......Read the rest...

... I have little to say as an avalanche of maple spills over the back fence and water weighted branches, heavy with the perfume of rain, bow and bend in a slight breeze and the dry throats of......Read the rest...

...What do you know about the darkness that lies inside me? You know what I show you, what I choose to let you see On the outside I may already appear dark enough for you But what lies inside is a mo......Read the rest...