Throes Poems - Poems about Throes

Lost

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

Throes Thrown

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

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Monocrostic (Birthday of Jewermae Naira)

Winter throes

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..

Winter Throes - Ws

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

Glorious In Their Dying Throes

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

Deep Within Throes of Writers Block Cerebral Cortex Feels Frozen To the Core

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

Heart's Throes

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,

Amaranthine

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

The Death and Throes of Agony

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

Inside the Mad Throes

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

I Am In the Throes of Myself

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

In Throes of Doing Nothing

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

In the Rug Gad Throes of Anticipatory Anxiety

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

    

How Floe Nice Tubby In the Throes

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

In the Throes of Dying Love

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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