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Flung Poems - Poems about Flung


Premium Member Flung Into the Purgatory-
Heaven I awoke and was flung into the purgatory The obscurity smiled It threw its ghost against the days Yet descending onto the surface My Jesus He said come unto me Rise out of this pit of hell Be free, repent one last chance Be renewed be birth again I shall raise you up Out of the fire Raise you up Out of this domain Raise you up Out of...

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Categories: flung, adventure, anxiety, death, emotions,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Premium Member Amazing How the Pearls Are Flung
Amazing how the pearls are flung Before the swine these days, and I Can hardly understand any Decision to do so by otherwise Enterprising individuals. Funny how the swine devour the Gifts of insincere folks who cast Handfuls of nuggets their way Ingratiating them, while Judging them unfit or unworthy, Keeping them in the pigsty Languishing, denying them upward Mobility and almost Never allowing them to fling Open their...

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Categories: flung, animal, class, irony, perspective,
Form: Abecedarian



Flee Fly Flo Flung
To Ben McDuff poor Mary would cling When Ben McDuff did his Highland Fling But so fast did he fling than she came unclung And over the Highlands she was flung...

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Categories: flung, destiny, devotion, endurance, humor,
Form: Light Verse
Far Flung
From creation's dawn matter has been flung to outer limits, beyond conception. We live in a fragment somewhere among imagined limits of our perception. Here counterfeit creators would exploit for human ends finite gifts of nature and so leave diverse habitats destroyed, condemning many a thriving creature. Here dark conflicts of self interest scatter refugees – their identity displaced, lost, flung out as waste,...

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Categories: flung, creation, environment, hope, political,
Form: Quatrain
Flung
At the end of the summer The heartbreak begins, But, until then, Get down with your sins This sentence Is long and blurred, And the ending’s been cut back By three simple words I hate you Has been omitted again Or I love you was said And that was the end...

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Categories: flung, autumn, celebration, freedom, fun,
Form: Free verse



Motorcycle Flung
Irreparable brain damage, concussion, you have a brain tumor: end of discussion. You translate silence with morse code, twitching finger, blank picture frame in the mind's eye, but do you see or hear or feel, when we grasp your hand- O, you the broken one, you the motorcycle-flung....

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Categories: flung, visionary,
Form: Free verse

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