Thrust Poems - Poems about Thrust

turbulence unrelenting despite sand blown eyes squinting all I could see was you… tossed around slammed to the ground dazed and confused still all I could see was you… hope eternal in the midst of furious hell upon me that fell still all I could see was you… as I drank from a bitter cup of tears and fears my vision transfixed all I could...

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Serrated swathes of overwhelming savage gusts without compassion, directionless dilatory daydreamer that I am ostensibly vulnerable, to the serendipitous intrusion at a wispy sapphire cloud flaccid noon, the minimal load burdensome midpoint idle tranquil saunter, meteorological forecasts couched in plausible penetrating atmospheric vocabulary, nebulous references to malfunction and teetering patterns sooth mutual misgivings, imprudent...

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Thrust in the centre of the storm’s wild roar, Oh Lord, my Heavenly Father, you were near. I relied on you and it was your kind face which I saw, That you mended my torn spirit when fear did gnaw. When wind howled loud and thunder boomed and burst, In your mercy that exceeded all bounds, I did trust. I knew...

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Thrust in the center of the storm, all I could see was you; Brewing at the zenith of your strength, so hard to get through. But I dared rising up and chose to let you go, before ruining my life and lead me to an absolute fiasco. You’ve embraced more yourself and your vices, Always coming home intoxicated All you’ve were void promises ...

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The winds raged, the rain pelted The air howled like a mad wolf, hungry for blood Fright gripped me with ice cold claws And I did not feel safe from inside my house I armed myself with courage, aware that rainbows Shall show themselves after some time And the warmth of the sun Shall allow me to wear my confidence again As I...

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So many times I visit sorrow. I gave you my heart to borrow. I've walked this path too much. Evil as such. Horrifying to grasp this love. Blood covers the sin on my glove. I feast a lot on pain, Nothing but rejection to gain. I love, but not love that should be. I hide from that evil I so often see. So innocent from...

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Pulp wrung out of sunset squeeze Chinese dragon clouds make mandarin marquees Purple curtain shrouds Folks without homes nobody sees Electrified skies spark dust to flare inside a vacant apartment Twilight society’s fabric tears Cringe...

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All said and done Nigeria is the giant of Africa Though currently lost in a maze of confusion The giant is on a journey of self-realization The journey of self discovery Shedding its skin of criminal enterprise Preparatory to launching into orbit of true colossus That destiny has thrust upon her Rapists currently taking advantage Of her lust for...

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THRUST AND SLASH A sword in a scabbard, hung from the belt For the Teutonic Knights, it costs much geld Heated and tempered but it does not melt Most blades are l straight and double sided Easy to draw as the long blade is guided To the old Eastern mind, such is derided The Moorish influence is in Toledo still With a special...

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Opening the front screen door a fierce wind played tug-of-war Not to be denied, I tried again ~ the chimney whistled in the den...

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into side must thrust wind would come up with a gust did survive from dust we knew they were trans which had been part of their plans either Fred's or Fran's we love our mother is perfect like no other even another fire seemed to spread trees burned up than were dead dreamed of when in bed to God we will pray tornado not come...

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I hear you Pounding loudly Soundly Falling fast asleep Each drop Flashbacks Going back and forth Pores raising The sound of rain Starting all over again...

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The universe ends somewhere It obviously must I’m gonna build a rocket And call it ‘Final Thrust’ I plan to fill my rocket With everlasting fuel In space I’ll be eternal Which might be rather cool I’ll rocket on forever until I reach the edge And find out what is there A fence, a wall, a ledge? But now my plan gets clever My space suit’s set...

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What's the scariest book you ever read?.. Some Stephen King book like "Salem's Lot" or "The Shinning"? For me its Kate Millett's "Sexual Politics".. Oh, man.. Now THAT will scare you to death if you're female. I discovered a man, (overheard) at my church, who actually believes his sex a sign of power, and of superiority.. WHY am...

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For Those Thrust into War's Maw by Michael R. Burch This poem is dedicated to Harvey Stanbrough, an ex-marine who was nominated for the 1999 Pulitzer Prize and has written passionately and eloquently about the horror and absurdity of war in “Lessons for a Barren Population.” No, I will never know what you saw or what you...

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