Thrown Poems - Poems about 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 ©bfa051725 Monocrostic (Birthday of Jewermae Naira) ...

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The old cypress steadily marks my walk where trembling birds roost under misty rain, As I pause along a white-stoned port shrouded by tangled album of littered memories: Gentle this breath the breeze upon a heaving chest While furrowed leaves stoop on this marsh: Somehow, my hands threw the folder of memoirs into a bin...

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Of ocean’s roar, dark tales are told Of swimmers dragged into its fold Incautious choices, foolish-bold Ne’er seen again, their bells have tolled Of hairpin turns on mountain roads ...

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I don't have much luck with women Although I've had a few It's not always a pick and choose More of ''He looks doisy he'll do''. They have been as skinny as a lat Or like the cat who got the cream fat Big ones tall ones short ones Redheads blondes and brunettes Paris London New...

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In a world of chaos and confusion, discombobulation reigns, Thoughts tangled like a web, where clarity wanes. Lost in a maze of jumbled thoughts and emotions, Seeking peace amidst the disarray and commotions. But amidst the discombobulation, a glimmer of hope appears, A chance to untangle the knots and conquer the fears. Through introspection and a steady mind's navigation, Finding peace in...

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It seems nothing is ever lost but is transmuted, returns to another state or resurrects into something new. Take thoughts thrown from a pier into the dark water lapping below. They make no sound as they sink, resigned to their fate, becoming whispery filaments of what had been spectral inhabitants of the head. Long threads rise to the surface and float free to catch the moonlight, becoming strands of...

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the rusty necklace which was thrown into the sea the wilted roses that lose the petals each day the torn bouquet wrapper in the dustbin a dusty photo at the bottom of the pile the foolish dreams that had broken the song lyrics which all sound the same stuck in an hourglass so far ahead at the end, everything will be forgotten it doesn't matter you do you grow up and...

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You can’t get it from table of dice: Your planned riches and Earth’s paradise When you win some heart you simply slice: The no-more-sure of eating served rice, On folk’s dining tables eyes of mice: To “Friend, come and join us” “Oh! That’s nice.” So, do release the pressure on dice, Your keen interest in throws minimize, Or one day you win and...

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Slip all batty zing ump ash Flip ball catty bing bump bash Clip doll fatty ding dump dash Sip caul hatty bring chump crash I stare at the speaker, wishing I knew what to do or say Hip haul natty ping grump hash Quip mall ratty ping grump rash Strip paul slatty string stump slash I hear the words but they make no...

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Past the salad fields of green, With ciders flowing in between, An island sits though out a-ways, Of candy from the holidays. They’re thrown away and tossed aside, Without a bite or even tried, So past the days of fresher primes, They cry about forgotten times. The candy corn all in a heap, Continue on to slowly weep, Passed over for a candy bar, To sit...

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The agon of a love thrown out, debased, Doth wound as deep as deeply ever could It cuts across the veins in my pump based And turns my heartfelt words to dull, dry wood. It is a blinding shadow hid in wit That thinks, by wit that it cannot be seen, A diamond rose, and...

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** Degas Dancers ** Painted or drawn, Degas arrested time. Truly His dancers — even those standing, watching the others — Are caught in motion, In poised postures such That we think we can feel them Breathing, alerting Their limbs To prepare for performance; (On stage or in the studio) with That tension,that anticipation, or Waiting primed in stage wings — The blue dancers, The...

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There is a boy called Rick who who took to hurling; with bricks' He let loose with a low'un, It looked like it was throw'un And knocked pastor down into the c'rick.' The pastor fell backward right in' He never, had learn't quite how to swim' He sat on his behind, and thought wasThis a sign, that some heathen Had...

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Throw me to the wolves Can't you see, they are ravenous! Appease their hungry-eyed stare With another hasty, careless devour Don't wait for them to salivate Nor stalk with pensive-like approach Just let them pounce And wield their familiar, ferocious snarl My weakness is insatiable A mere morsel for their gluttony I fall prey time and time again And defenseless, I succumb January 12, 2022...

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Chariton Iowa 1960 We were in a 1953 Chevy with our Daddies Brothers We all three got tossed out into a ditch when the car caught fire then we got grabbed up and they ran with us When the car exploded we had a new problem The field was dry...

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