Thrashing Poems - Poems about Thrashing

...Whispers in the shadows, maps scrawled in fevered hands, red string noose-tight, eyes glazed with obsession, gnawing at lies, choking on fiction. In dimly lit rooms, conspiracies rot like cor......Read the rest...

...I keep lurching in the dark, With the unforgiving feeling of searching for something long lost in the dimness where truth lies, In the prejudice of my mind, My scream an echo to death's heart, An......Read the rest...

...Old Man Winter now flagging, and slip sliding along... as his stronghold diminishes. Signals, triggers, and ushers kickstarting debut of demure "Flora" who slowly but surely attempts to revea......Read the rest...

...The Echo Returns Not Like a seeker sought a hunter climbs high unknowingly followed by the hunger eye Wait not for the resonating sound for in a mere moment taken before a releazati......Read the rest...

...Pain is all Around, My head is pounding, Static noise surrounding me. Like horns sounding, Symphonies of energies. Rippling through Eternity, Having their way with me. A vessel o......Read the rest...

...Violently thrashing and jerking and pulling It implores me to act Desperate to stay alive in it's final hour Reminding me of our pact It pleads, it begs, It cries to me All the while concealin......Read the rest...

...I heard the sea call to me and the spell was cast. I followed with the magical rocks in my hand... willingly, I chose to obey their command. ......Read the rest...

...(after the painting by Vincent Van Gogh) Does she even exist? Doubting her own reality, seeing herself vanishing in undulating undergrowth, fading and merging into summer-scorched scenery. ......Read the rest...

...Migrants on the move from violence their only possession breath-space on a smuggler’s boat secured with back-bent harvests in pretzel-bent systems weight of crates of strawberries hoisted on ......Read the rest...

...In loving memory of our Mark, Better known to most as Skip, Reunited with Clegg up in paradise now, Best friends back joined at the hip. From thrashing about on his motorbikes, Revving the ars......Read the rest...

... I thought, back then, that what I felt for her was love. Jack said it was just lust and certainly nothing less. He had a point, she stank of pure pheromonal passions, Together we had an a......Read the rest...

...I see your ember devouring the void, brittle flames thrashing in the black— a thing of hunger, of flickering edges, too thin to hold the weight of your fire. I watch as your heat distorts the a......Read the rest...

...The brunette smile withdrew into her dream world, as goldenrod sun melted away in storm. The petrichor-scented parasol thus twirled, aft’ windswept fall of sailor, in uniform, upon he......Read the rest...

...A pill rolled under the rug. Someone swallowed it. The man lived at one point. Then he went under the rug to rest. I decided to walk on the rug. And almost tripped. You can’t forget your ......Read the rest...

...Paint me with your purple passion Give me a red reasons to ration My soul food hot and old fashioned Melting like butter won’t be lasting In my heart love isn’t lacking Let lips spark body thr......Read the rest...