Twisting Poems - Poems about Twisting

We are not trapped by iron bars ~ but by vibrating strings in a play Stars, atoms, creatures and time itself are string figures still quivering Ten heavens are trapped together by these unseen strings still weaving All between the innumerable fingers of Saklas, still twisting (Inspired by the scientific hypothesis of string theory, which states...

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the deadliest of deadiest deaders with a deadness most deadmous now, ghostie, ghostliest ghosters hosting a ghostful ghost ghostfest o this ghostly ghosties dead mess ...

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Those were the days my friend, how blessed we were Although, in past quandam days, knew it not. Home to us was warm and dry, sound and safe. Not called on to fight, we had years to play, Free of conscripted combat ~ with time to kill; Time to learn, time to listen, time to speak. Clothes were brightly colourful and...

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The path between myself and the distant man 00twists and turns. We are converging. He has my hat and clothes, my exactly semblance. The figure is waving, in greeting, ...

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O' twisting twines and vile vines That which binds Our alike minds The poison is potent Perhaps an evil quotient Darkness bleeds Where chaos seeds Around each arm It has done much harm Blood drizzles And hatred sizzles A portent of death With each breath Closer to the last It happens quite fast O' twisting twines and vile vines That which binds Our alike minds The end is nigh Based on a silly lie But us all...

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paths walked through forests mountain highways twist and bend routes that lead you home...

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I saw a slipprey pole before me, Coated by the sweat of those That went before me.' I eyed it's form, and gauged it's Length, I flexed my arms Focusing on strength! Co-axial hands to grasp and hold Once circling fulcrum, smoothly roll Well that's my aim; That's my design' If I should conquer, that'd suit me fine I have...

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"The discrepancies are many, the dalliances are few, both pitched against one dynamic, lifelong achievement" Poking through the woods of the Mill Grove Audubon Estate, suddenly came upon an ivy-covered studio shed tucked away amongst foliage near Perkiomen Creek, apparently some artist's hidden haven, lost in time. Passing through this rickety door to dilapidation - sun shards were streaming through the cracks...

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Down deep, in a dark dreamy dream, wandering a wispy, winding wilderness, where sounds stabbed at silence; roaring, rumbling raging, my tongue twined, twisted, turned, twirled, and tongue tied . . . ________________________ December 30, 2020 Poetry/Light Verse/Tongue Twisting Fun Copyright Protected, ID 12-1317-490-30 All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France Written for the Standard contest, Tongue Twister sponsor, Joe Sandler, Judged 01/22/2021...

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The walk along the road, Full of twists and turns, Woods on either side, Around the corner yet more road, He has walked this rought many times, It always seems never ending. No cars no people quiet as can be, Not even animal sounds, Looking up seeing sun through the canopy, It's hot and so humid he needs a drink. The road is shaded by...

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Boat yard lights disguise, Twisting sinews of the tide. Surging waters rush. Moon-pulled flow, fierce undertow, Stole my love to depths below....

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Twisting Twirling Tatiana Tatiana tried the taunt trampoline, The Tribune tattler Thadeus touted, triumphed as the town's tip-top teen, takes the title, "Tatiana" they shouted. 2020 January 11...

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Soft black leather tight formfitting curving about you holding you firm padded leather wheel vibrating lightly is slightly damp hands in tight corner turns clutch pedal in right hand shifter grasps quick sharp throw going down eyes judge the line fitting the curves flow arcing down in driving faster out quick sharp chirping rubber on asphalt slips adrenaline thrills through breaths hard gasped gravity presses back pedal smoothly press down wheel easing off line straightens out engine roar grows...

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Johnny spent all his time hustling Finally found himself in the lap of luxury All the cash he had Was so damn comforting That somehow the clown Had begun to think That there was nothing he Could do That could bring him back to That struggle he, Knew well But not well enought to keep It all from crumbling He'd forgotton about all the stuff That he Did That ...

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Why do you always Twist the words I say When I mean black I don’t mean pink When I mean great I don’t mean lousy It’s exasperating The effort it takes to Redress your interpretation Of my every single word Are you testing my patience Trying to get under my skin It’s just a game to you Robbing me of my energy And messing up my head You suck the...

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