Tossing Poems - Poems about Tossing

I have a lot on my mind lately and no one to talk to I have a ton of reasons why I’m tired of life but I was taught to keep your head up I can only control what I can control Everything else I’m learning to let it go God works in mysterious ways and he always...

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Tossing and Turning Yawning and yearning and listening to the lullaby of lust Pressing the pillow on the mattress of melancholy and tiptoeing to thoughts of temptation Deciding to toss all inhibitions and prohibitions out of my bedroom window. Turning a mature leaf as I strongly believe that two are better than one. ...

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We used to think about the stars more distant than the planet Mars But now we only think of Earth which puts a damper on our mirth For on the ground and in the air There’s so much crud we just can’t bear So all of you who toss your trash You ought...

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Before the new year can begin, You have to throw out every sin; So with a rock or piece of bread, You toss them quickly overhead Into a river or a lake, Where they’ll be gone, for symbol’s sake. The brand-new year will start and then Your sinning can begin again! *a tradition on Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year...

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In a tossing and turning night, to wake up I forgot Never slipping from a series of perpetual dream A strange situation over and again, escape I could not In the fabric of this woolgather, I couldn’t tear the seam A speech in front of hundreds, I yearned to scream Standing in my underwear, my shaking voice was caught Closing my...

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she admitted to being a moron only when it came to her ...

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Pecos Bill rode herd in the vast forlorn. His quiet Paint gobbled buttered popcorn. A tornado, in a fit, Came for a whirlwind visit. “Paint, meet Curley. His back I will adorn.” Bill grabbed his rope and threw a loop with hope And saddled the whirlwind so Paint could lope, Leisurely grazing along While Bill sang a peaceful song Though the twister...

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I love a good threat, Hugo Jepsen, Will you send the police, and then some? If my pattern obstructs traffic For I am demanding a hefty ransom While tossing diamonds From yonder throne! THIRD PLACE BRONZE WINNER written September 5, 2021 especially for "Word Play #1" Poetry Contest sponsored by Hugo Jepson...

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When I was young and still in my twenties Thought eighty was ancient, never thought eventually I'd be older than dirt Instead of a squirt Just yesterday against the wall, I was tossing pennies...

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On Rosh Hashanah, what we do Is throw our sins away. We save them up all year, but then One day we have to pay. A piece of bread (or else a rock) Is used to represent Whatever things we’ve said or done That we’ve come to lament. Some moving water is required – A river, stream or sea And into this we toss...

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The ice swirled around in a dangerous way Tossing cars willy nilly into each other and concrete bridges I marveled at her confidence and power Hoping I was not going to slide into the two wrecked cars in front of me She gave me a tiny spin, showing me that I had no control at all. She grinned at me...

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For centuries, families in India for reasons of luck Have tossed their babies from a 50-foot tower, they've run amuck These guys are “bleat” Babies land on a bed sheet A custom to which these newborns are blessed as they chuck...

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i feel lost in the dimness of this day my thoughts stirring in this wind ascending then descending in a spiral of emotions scattered like these leaves painting the ground in drifts of red i never cared for that color nor this autumn air i feel lost within its grasp...

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Tossing mints in a t-rex mouth, his calamitous breath smells good, as the terrible lizard rolls you South, delighting in his wintergreen food. Thankfully this monstrosity of a sweet-tooth Rex rejects his diet of flesh and menthol as vomitus. Relating voluminously to Jonah - you’re a wreck. You slide off the belching tongue in slovenly gravitas. You run as his roar, like a...

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I’ve decided to be rid of some things: a moth-holed sequined dress with bitter tags, the weeping journal of ennui and pain, the mocking trophy case of trophied dust, proud calligraphed to-do lists left unchecked. Let them shout accusations from the curb! February 20, 2019...

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