Throes Poems - Poems about Throes

My heart is lost in depth of woes, While sorrows echo loud. As tears descend with silent throes~ Beneath a veil of cloud. In the dark I grope for my lost heart, But it's slipped beyond my firm grip. Each tear I shed softens its grave, And deeper it sinks, out of reach. My anguish drums a hollow grief, No hope of joy or...

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J-oy E-nds W-oes, E-ndorsing R-emarkable M-irth, A-s E-mptiness N-ever A-ttacks I-nside R-ight A-way ©bfa051725 Monocrostic (Birthday of Jewermae Naira) ...

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Frosty cold with a bone chilling wind, the kind of day to just stay in.. The ground is frozen, crunchy but not slick. Snow flurries blowing but none seem to stick. Winter's throes arrived too quick.....

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in cold winter throes city has frosted over ~ light shimmers on pristine snow parka covered kids toss snowballs at each other ~ living within a snow globe 9th January 2023 For Charles Messina's "Winter Sedoka" contest...

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So glorious in their dying throes The red and orange of autumn leaves Will, too soon, return to Mother Earth Scattered down by ever-chilling winds. The red and orange of autumn leaves Those that once were green with verdant life Scattered down by ever-chilling winds And vibrant carpet the woodland floor. Those that once were green with verdant life Will, too soon, return to...

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Deep within throes of writer's block cerebral cortex feels frozen to the core Haint no rhyme nor reason why writing a poem such an arduous chore twenty two days afore winter solstice twenty twenty more or less three weeks from tomorrow November thirtieth, I implore the god/goddess of poetry, perhaps found within Bangalore highlighted by the 'Green Door' guarded by the key don Eeyore also known...

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Our love will not die, but live on ever, So let us not cry, we will part never, Let me embrace you, this night let us dance, A waltz-jig let's do, passion of romance, Hold me tight, my dear, never let me go, Under moonlight clear, let affection glow, There's one thing tonight, one thing I desire, Let there be no light,...

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Amid taxing toils and ever ebbing throes, We totter toward the end that must come; Yielding all stale themes of yester-breath, Our face as meek as that of a dying lamb. Such ill-fated Odyssey kicks off with a cry Of baffled aspects between fright and joy, And thus unfurls green every puerile soul, Mocking suns that...

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The trainings and drills were rigorous, Most of the recruits came out victorious. The khaki, boot, helmet and rifle were given, Soldiers. Ready to defend the country for a reason, With their fists and guns - they believe to be glorious. Their posting and peace keeping missions were politically and tribally influenced, Left with no option, they obeyed - an unobjectionable...

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Shackled by the fetters of deep desperation, Can't break it free, can't break it free, My mind voice rises to the top of consternation, Can't let it be, can't let it be, Tackled by my disturbed mind's waking, I shout and scream, I shout and scream, Rewind the poise, my mind's now...

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I am in the throves of myself, not looking for a way out, but wondering if I could find one if I wanted to. Not caring at this second, so letting this thought float aimlessly back to my distracted self. meditation has nothing on me...

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I am in the throes of not doing anything right now, and it is irritating to me. How much longer can I do this? I sit and stare at all of the things I am not doing. They overwhelm me. No sense in even getting started, as I would be here for a long time, And probably...

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Frenzied anguish precipitated Matt chew Scott Harris, with unrelenting, unescapable, and unbearable despair, grew wing by leaps and bounds, which fraught gloom didst hew mindset equalled nought (Gordian knot) i.e. zero ambition tubby ...

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How... Floe N'ice Tubby In The Throes... (breaking free of writer's block) Asper this instance, when a dearth of ideas like a charred bait oven finds me looking Bach at drawing board and/or the clock as if inspiration can be found teasing out ...

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In the Throes of Dying Love In the throes of dying love, you’re a fallen angel, with no celestial saving grace. Rose-tinted glasses shattered, you’re no longer my hero, just a stark-naked zero. You besmirch every passing season that we shared…hacking them down, one by one, like ugly unwanted weeds in your garden. And my hope for a new...

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