Throttles Poems - Poems about Throttles

... Every thought, came back, to you, pitiful indeed. Camping in my, thoughts, an unpleasant, nights unrest. Morning was, no better, the smell, of hot coffee. The wood fire, burnin......Read the rest...

...Looking into the yawning chasm trying to find the gem long lost The shattered shambles of the sky in the backscatters of the running river The surreal sight: throttles the medieval poet; brin......Read the rest...

...Starting a new plan a project or a new business is very similar to taking a flight. Once your plane gets off the ground, its smooth sailing through boundless skies graceful as a kite. When prep......Read the rest...

...“Time waiting to be inspired is time wasted. When inspiration throttles your neck, go to your desk”- By Poet With no cover ups, let me be frank At times my mind goes utterly blank ......Read the rest...

...Lawn Mowers Grandpa bought old junk, and then he made it better. He worked all day, every day... in the hot sun. The man never complained. I spent every summer, just this side of......Read the rest...

...All that we accomplish for ourselves perish with us; all that we do for others and the realm endures. Fear of the path leads to fear of death. A person who is truly alive is prepared f......Read the rest...

...The dark lake only buoys its own natatory denizens, it allows some to swim, some to glide, dip or delve, but those sombre waters pull down children seeing them only as the cloud spawn of alien sho......Read the rest...

...The calamity on the leaders of the dynasty was very heavy. Drona, Bhishma, Arjuna, all faded, all getting sad, A Suyodhana rose, speaking, 'Veer! Well done!' He again challenged Parth (Arjun......Read the rest...

...My body tenses. The soft padding of footy pajamas approach tiny fingers grip my eyelid lift it.... Bright eyes gaze into the freshly opened eye. A voice shouts....DA!!! The other eye opens. ......Read the rest...

...I am twenty-one. It’s a hot, summer day in 1963. I’m in Lubbock, Texas, at Reese Air Force Base And I’m climbing the ladder into a supersonic T-38 jet. The parachute strapped to my back is cumber......Read the rest...

...AntiPoem 4 “Santo and Johnny” (Poet’s instruction- Play “Sleepwalk” twice by Santo and Johnny while reading) Santo and Johnny play Sleepwalk on Fender steel and bass Just oozing out their mel......Read the rest...

...I listen to whimpers as duskfall nears Finding a gangly waif rile from burnt skin; My feet throttles along…his grin appears With palm half-filled with dimes circling therein. We t......Read the rest...

...I Almost drowned, which is to say, I fell upwards into a darkness that contained no earth or sky. Ten years old and a strong swimmer, but that lake only buoyed up its own natatory denizens, ......Read the rest...

...Can a poet know life who has not felt the call Of malevolent sirens who cried "End it all?" How could sharing of feelings not lead one to feel Pain that's found all around us when people can't dea......Read the rest...

...Behind a chair Below a desk with my bare feet on a wall, in my flannel pajama or a wet swimming suit, With my hands on my peanut butter and jelly toast, marmalade, not ch......Read the rest...