Poems about throat



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№ 1202244

The Kind That Makes Your Throat Close Up

I want to scream out poetry
That feels like swallowing rocks
When you hear it


close,  kind,  throat.

Author: LittleFreeBird
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Date: 31/03/2020


№ 1197835

1am isn't that late but i'm sick and my throat hurts and fuck brushing my teeth

UGH JUST THINKING THAT I AM TOO MUCH,
I CAN BE TOO MUCH
I CAN FEEL TOO MUCH
I want to be with you
All the time
And sometimes I feel like I should feel sorry for feeling that way?
Feel sorry for feeling
But mainly tonight i am just apologizing to myself
For not going to bed earlier


brushing,  hurts,  late,  sick,  t,  teeth.

Author: fdg
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Date: 27/03/2020

№ 1190500

That tight feeling in your throat

Everything was fine
And then, it wasnt

It started slowly
A sort of madness that no one expects
Or sees

You kept to yourself more
Wore black and grey
And something inside of you just wanted to scream

For no reason, either

And you slipped away,
Silently and slowly
With nobody even noticing
Until you were gone.

Nobody said anything about you
For days, weeks
Because we didn't know either

It felt bad for us to see you go
Like something was ripped from us
And as slowly as you went

You came back.

You weren't the same though. ever.


feeling,  throat,  tight.

Author: lavender
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Date: 20/03/2020

№ 1178127

Tears in my Throat.

I continuously find the same questions
Fill up my mind like fish in the sea,
These fish symbolise the world I knew once
The one that created me.
And my troubles seem to circle me back here,
To the place I have grown to hate.
A place that serves no need now,
The redirection of my fate.
I can keep spluttering out words,
Meaningless, to us both.
But when I try to tell you the truth,
This agony fills my throat,
I'm searching for an explanation,
One, I know that you now yearn.
But I can't fake tears like these,
And that's something I've grown to learn.


tears,  throat.

Author: Joanne Heraghty
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Date: 09/03/2020


№ 1148691

Open your throat.

Two souls, the footprints of space time.
Another conversation.

Behold!
The bucket's bottom. There are lines.
Above but still below zero, are your promises.

My greatest achievement is securing your only orgasm.
The mess and the tendrils of confusion, the beacon for infidelity may remain his.

Deity. Phallic symbol of immense warmth and firmness.
I turn you away.
Grant me witness.
And strength.
And restless nights.

A blood disorder. Yet mine fight all natural bodies.
A stuttering problem.
I've just the time to find my place.

From a fiery prison.
Peace and love with one cost.

Your firstborn tainted. The king's seed on innocent's belly.
What is your answer?
Parenthetical or textual?

Frustrate the loins of his people. All around decisions leave in rings unmade.
The pot boils over and the mystery vanishes.

I am finished. I am to weep tonight.
My sobs and shudders move my shoulders and break my lease.
From the front door, down the copper staircase and further down into the well of opportunities.
I crawl and move my trail of tears underground.

From the fire to the furnace I rise with skin as bronze.


open,  throat.

Author: Robert Carroll Spear
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Date: 11/02/2020

№ 1139473

Dry Throat, Waiting.

All I ever wanted to do
Was write poems
On you with my lips,
But I'll never get the chance to
Because you don't want to feel my touch.


dry,  throat,  waiting.

Author: insomniatrical
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Date: 03/02/2020


№ 1125206

Slit my Wrist and Cut my Throat

You sit there all alone
No one around you
No one to talk to

You sit there and think
All you want to do is break
You lost the one you loved

They are never coming back
You see them together
They were your best friends

Now you are alone
Your life is at its end
On this lonely day

So you slit your wrist
And cut my throat
Left me there for dead

It begins to rain
You sit there and cry
No one can tell

A rain drop runs down your face
No wait that is a tear
You broke the only one
The one that really cares.


cut,  slit,  throat,  wrist.

Author: shelby warren
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Date: 21/01/2020

№ 1123381

My throat

The sleepless nights I can address
As angst consumes my throat
Not a whisper to pronounce
Scrambled thoughts lies hope


throat.

Author: Jerry
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Date: 19/01/2020

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