Best Eyelet Poems

Charming Patterns

An eyelet wheel models medieval embroidery
Aromatic, ornamental garden ballet steps for lovers  
Strolling in stately patterns of noble estate
Savory’s romance looping through lavender...

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The steel gray ocean pounds the shore,
it strikes a somber, morbid chord,
I sit becalmed now, by the roar,
on the porch of weathered boards.

I reminisce on...

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Lagniappe 
 
Wide plantation shutters open 
  With the laziness of 
 	Summered streams 
To blink against the shimmering reflections 
 Of brilliant midday...

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  OLD WOMAN 
I am the old woman who lives in a shoe
I have so many children telling me what to do
Some are twenty,...

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I do not know what it means to be a Saint
ugliness is the mark worn on a grumpy face
midget – cursed otherwise…
a word which no...

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Solarium songs  of unsung heroes  rooted to the ground 
Matchable shades  red roses of silk bereft of true life  
Evergreen dreams...

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There's the
Guy
In the corner
Strumming on his guitar
Singing of the
Good ol 2000's songs
Shaking his head
At the recent rap reps
The golden eyelet
Etched on
There's the emo girl
In all...

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As the early morning sun rises 
in private I am yours  
I can see your purple iris 
cast a marrow of essenced bliss 
my...

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Scrounging my barren streets for mental calories
Hands tied trying to eat another temporary solution
Each new moon one eyelet closer to certain fragility

Countless pounds of synthetic...

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Sweetie pie in your red and white dress and bows on your head,
Your blonde hair makes a pretty ponytail the lady said.
Your chubby pink cheeks...

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Beneath the August tempo a lovely summer day 
 and a tantalizing breeze of a million flower-sway 
 Green and verdant pastures pushing up so...

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One circular eyelet, on the end of a plastic stick
A Soapy membrane stretches across, just two microns thick
Softly you blow, gradually I inflate with pressure
Blowing...

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O Summer soon will kiss the moon.
She wears a pure white eyelet skirt.
Carries little sandwiches, and lemonade.
Spreads her fare and there she flirts.

The blanket underneath...

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Sensual Steampunk Sally
Metals clanging as she walked
Slight peek of white eyelet lace

Black thigh high stockings
Matched her confident swagger
And self-satisfied look

We pirates watched in admiration
As she...

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Days of no rain
Sweat to gain
Through the pain 
One would fall
Try to rise again
No complains
Your screams, would be heard in vain 
Just as the lace...

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