Throws Poems - Poems about Throws

If Pearl misbehaves throws fits, rants and raves What of the parents who raise her If Johnny can’t read or do simple math What of his teachers who instruct him ...

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Ah, confidence, my dear old friends, my bosom buddy, when there'd be loose ends when things get muddy, who'll take the credit, be those who led it, lest there'd be a debit, then who'll collect it, ah, confidence ... less there'd be an edit? [<--TV Movie scene] [4 men watching] [4]It be estranged if it played out...

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Dreams are the essence of life Life is void without dreams Whatever life throws at you Pursue your dreams with determination Hold onto your dreams with ruthless tenacity Hold onto your dreams no matter the challenges Cause the road to success is not paved with gold It is strewn with thorns and distractions Overcoming challenges gives dreams their...

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Mr. Pickle threw A lavish pickle party Inviting all his friends Dill, sour, kosher Spears and even halves Seeing that the party Was off the chain Some uninvited guest arrived With thirst and hunger In their eyes, They were humans! Who tried to eat the pickles But the pickles fought back Dill rows around on the floor Knocking them off balance Sour dashes juices Down their throats Causing them...

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Enraged winter ocean Mighty anger displayed Neptune has lost control Howling winds whip up waves Fearful for sailors' souls. Enraged winter ocean Turbulence ongoing Neptune is clearly mad Manic ocean tantrum Watching in warm clothes clad. Enraged winter ocean Boat battles angry sea Fanatical Neptune Rout under soulless sky Storm rages at high noon. Enraged winter ocean Unrelenting frenzy Neptune's beyond the pale Vortex of pure madness Man is so...

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Gather around, its time for another story, It comes from my youth, back to the days of glory. I was always asking the questions that no one seemed to understand. It was apparent the only way to handle this was resort to the land. At this point it was time to seek out the great oak, Legend be told, it...

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Hey, Joe, please answer all of humanity a one-word question, just ONE... ...

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Fierce Kansas wind whips notebook out of my hand Rapidly flips through the pages, tearing them off one by one As if an unseen hand of a spiritual critic is at work. Diligently slicing them off, as if they are no good. I laugh as I chase the pages around the yard Wondering if I will have the nerve to...

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Dawn separates light from shadow; penciling in all shades of grey. And crimson skies are set aglow as scarlet sunbeams color day. Shifting shadows flee Night's death throws. Sol's splendor slowly starts to show; and ebony scuttles away. Artists like Michelangelo use light and shadow interplay. Child of the sun; shadows are one....

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Poetry prances into my dendrite field, taking charge, Taking over, taking me hostage Perhaps I want to paint today, I tell her. She scoffs. Smacks me lightly on my brain stem. Makes fun of me. Calls me names. I am not in the mood, I tell her, prissily. Convincing no one. Least of all me. You do not have to write metaphors, She tells me. We...

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pleasant lovingly a menacing girlfriend calls despite the pebbles shining lovable a toss, active sticks throwing in spite of the stones horrible break-up now no longer together despite the pebbles 4/28/19...

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throws herself on paper reveals heart to strangers throws herself on paper identity unrevealed throws herself on paper fearless, bold, sensual throws herself on paper poet persona unknown to others unbelievable to those who know her....

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State Championship on the line. Today I have been shooting just fine. When I got the ball I yowled. “The defender on me has just fouled”. Two free throws just for me. Will I make them? We will see. The first one bounces up and in. Just one more and we will win. I shoot the ball and get it done. I...

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My soft, pale, aching skin melts into the white african sands, My longings for you dissipate into salty sea winds, Carried to you somewhere in the cold mountain lands. The heat I create beats the scortching of this sun, I could melt all the snow on which you stand. It may rain now for all i know, All...

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I can almost guarantee that this little poem will put a smile on your face by the time you get to the end of it: He said he loved her and then she gained some weight Sixty pounds worth He said he’d love her more and she would look great Sixty pounds less Isn’t that the way that love always...

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