#boomerang
You didn't ask me to.
But I threw my heart at you.
I stroked your ego and put you on a pedestal.
I bore my soul to you sharing the blood ink from my pen.
I was patient with your triggers and wounded words.
I saw in you magnificence that you didn't see in yourself.
I threw my heart at you
even though you didn't ask me to.
And like a ninja
you deflected it
boomeranging it back to me
slapping me in my face.
I pick up my blocked heart from the ground.
It's a little scratched and dented
but I open up my chest and stick it back in place.
Won't be long before I look for the next unsuspecting victim
to get blindsided
by my heart
spinning toward them like a Six Pointed Chinese Throwing Star.
Jun 21, 2025
Jun 21, 2025 at 4:33 PM UTC
my love for you
is a boomerang.
I aim for your heart
but nobody taught me
how to throw.
I release.
who knows if it's coming back.
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 10:35 PM UTC
The night I spoke a charm and you collapsed,
The seas were burning bright to seize the storm.
My love was thrown into the ground of lust;
It was exhumed as soon as it was born.
The boomerang came back and hit my face;
Went all around, and saw the street of darkness.
It has become a sort of race and chase,
In which the only one to judge is Madness.
I threw it back again in hopes of change;
The wind blew back and forth but never Right.
As blue skies grew into a twisted cage,
The vicious cycle left its mark tonight.
And months pass by, so I am here to heal,
By writing on this sheet as true as steel.
Nov 8, 2022
Nov 8, 2022 at 9:45 AM UTC
True love is like a boomerang...
No matter how far it goes away...
Eventually, at the end of the day:
"It will return to you! "
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 1:18 PM UTC
Adam beloved I'm your Eve.
Who hears your snores that once patrock-Rick me to sleep?.
Who claims your lips on aching thighs
to priceless Boomerang thrills,
exploring some other river rapids
but meandering to my bliss.
You keep looking at my starry skys.
Milky way Andromeda closing in.
We know why this is,
something higher reels
my Eve for my Adam afire is
ever riding in our midst.
~~~~~~
Karijinbba
Copy Rights apply: 05-16-2020
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 12:15 AM UTC
my poems
they weren't enough
to make you stay
it's fine, you'll come back
your feelings will boomerang
maybe not now
but perhaps someday
Mar 19, 2020
Mar 19, 2020 at 4:26 PM UTC
I told him I loved her
He said to let her go,
Give her up to the wind
Her heart is hers to know.
Don't weep...Don't cheer...
But watch.
Does her light deem or glow?
Does she soar like a freed bird,
Or does she boomerang your throw?
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 11:50 AM UTC
#A tug of the string
Pulls me back
Into your reality
With a thwack!
Head throbbing and left questioning
Is this a leash or a noose?
Curiosity is festering
Step to the cliff’s edge
Will I be left to hang
Over the ledge
Or am I a boomerang?#
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC
You throw your words like a boomerang.
Expecting it not to come back, it will, in fact,
Yet for every word you try and throw, the **** thing comes back faster than the first, with a burst of speed, like hatred you feed, things come and go till you're drained and you're bleeding...
Your words will come back to you...and typically when you're not prepared...
Every promise
Every declaration
Every compliment
Insult
Curse
Threat...
They come back and with the amount of force you're throwing that boomerang, I should probably call an ambulance, cop, and a lawyer...you're going to need a memorial.
Moral of the story, don't throw the boomerang if you don't plan on catching it...cause that **** will thwack you on the head...and it will hurt...and you will die. And I won't even try to cry.
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC
I told you I loved you because I knew thats what you needed to hear
I told you I missed you because I wanted you near
I told you I was sorry because I saw you moving on
All these things I told you, the real you is now gone
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 1:37 PM UTC
She said,
You have a boomerang
H
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a
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t
That just doesn't know how to quit.
"Boomerang Heart" -JP
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC
In John Green’s book “Paper Towns”, the main character believes that every person gets a miracle. A single miracle, a gift to you, possibly from God, that allows you to feel like you might actually be a lucky human being for once.
But this statement is not true. Because everybody in this world doesn’t get “one miracle”. I mean sure, you can get one miracle, but that doesn’t have to be it. You could get millions of miracles if you were just a little more patient. If you waited just a little longer.
Miracles can come in different shapes and sizes, different people, different amounts of money, different words, or sights, or stars. You, yourself can be your own miracle.
I believe that every friend I’ve ever had is a miracle to me, every song I write, every word I speak, I am shouting miracles at you, even if you’re at the back of the room my voice will make it to you if you just wait a little longer to hear it.
Some miracles happen more than once, like a boomerang coming back to you, you keep getting something and you pray as hard as you can that every miracle you ever got comes back to you.
And every boomerang will come back to its thrower if you just wait a while.
Now if your miracle is a person, you must be willing to be the most patient you’ve ever been in your life. Because people will change direction, this boomerang sometimes decides it wants to take control of its path before it comes back, and it will come back. Just wait a little longer – Just wait – because if you leave you won’t be there to catch a miracle you knew the joy of having.
God has sent me so many people. So many boomerang miracles, and I’ve been waiting for too long. But nothing can move me, I am rooted to where I stand, I will wait for as long as it takes for my person, for my miracle to make it back to me.
Sometimes I doubt. I consider walking away, and maybe somebody else can catch my miracle, and call it their own. But if I believe that God sent you to me. And I’m the one walking away, then maybe I’m the next boomerang, but I promise I’ll make it back to you – this is all I know how to do. I have been waiting, for so long...
Please God, I need these people to come back to me. They mean so much to me, more than they will ever know.
So I wait, and I will keep waiting, until God sends you, one of my many miracles, back to me.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 9:58 PM UTC
Aborigines and kangaroos
boomerangs and didjeridoos.
Leafy gum tree branch and koala bear
black stump in the middle of nowhere.
Jolly swagman camped by a billabong
in 'Waltzing Matilda' a favourite song.
The wild brumbies roaming free in the outback
a scruffy hobo living alone in a country shack.
Aboriginal myths called their dreamtime
the native Australians regard as sublime.
Ring-tailed possum and wombat
aussie bloke wearing akubra hat.
Alice Springs and Ayers Rock
outback stations and livestock.
Ned Kelly bushranger and his law brushes
the Eureka stockade during the gold rushes.
Laughing kookaburra and old man emu
platypus swimming in underwater view.
Banjo Patterson’s poem ‘The Man from Snowy River’
who went riding down mountain side without a quiver.
Surfers paradise and the Great Barrier reef
sixties rock ‘n roll legend: Johnny O’Keefe.
Anzac marches and the land of the Southern cross
old Cobb & Co. stagecoach used to travel across.
Glorious summer sunshine and winter rains
severe country drought and the desert plains.
Eucalyptus scent and Tea-tree oil
good health remedies from the soil.
Fresh water yabbies and the witchety grub
all make good tucker in the bush or scrub.
Crocodiles in the Kakadu national park
Burrumundi and the great white shark.
Sydney harbour bridge and the Opera House
Daintree rain forest and the kangaroo mouse.
Sheep wool farming and old shearing sheds
Melbourne Cup horse race for thoroughbreds.
Riverboat cruising up and down the Murray
passing border country towns not in a hurry.
Cradle mountain and the Tasmanian Devil
saying ‘fair dinkum’ means it’s on the level.
AFL rules football and big crowds at the MCG
playing one day cricket there is exciting to see.
The Fitzroy Gardens and Captain Cook’s cottage
are there for all to see as symbols of our heritage.
The Twelve Apostles standing along a rugged stretch of coast
a Ninety-Mile beach is something about which we can also boast.
The Glass House mountains are a sight to see and even to climb
by those who consider themselves fit enough and in their prime.
The great Australian Bight and the road on the Nullarbor plain
is a great feat to drive across and be able to come back again.
The local native wild dog known by name as the Dingo
has nothing to do with a game people play called Bingo.
There’s also a game called two-up that some people play
by which they gamble most of their weeks wages away.
Luna Park in St.Kilda and the annual Royal Melbourne Show
are places where you can take the kids to have fun people know.
There’s the local pub where you can go and have a drink with your mates
and is what many do all day long having a few too many in all the States.
This great southern land of Australia has so much to see and to offer
it would be a ****** shame if one didn’t give a **** or was a scoffer.
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Dec 6, 2010
Dec 6, 2010 at 10:35 AM UTC
Touch me softly
And run a feather
From over my neck to my belly
Then
Up and down
round and round
Move your hands gently
Over my boomerang
And when you can’t hold it
Anymore
Move fast and slow
Eye to eye
Until our faces glow red
and our hair is wet with sweat
Crisscross, our
legs like scissors
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
° /sshharp/
° You, sharppened your knives
° Bullets ready, what's the point?
° Arrows pointing back like boomerangs
° **** words darting hollow places
° Me, framed in zebra circles
° You, lost between these pointless races
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 9:36 AM UTC
Boomerangs come back when thrown,
not the people you've hurt.
-mosqutioism
06.06.2014
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC