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 labyrinths
Lost in curves of sweet scented anise dreams 
A pavel of peace in pungent fans of feathery dill
Set in soothing...

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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, thirty, forty and fifty too
but to hear them all screaming you'd think they were two

Tattling and fighting, yelling, squawking, all...

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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 times before,
when life was mine, an open door,
I lift my eyes, to God implore,
every muscle, sinew sore.

The pain cuts through...

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

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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 grace the archetype of a blind guess

Shape always begins with a simple say
encircles imagination by spiders web
in kind of oblivion...

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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 her curves.
Its tartan splendor over the sand.
His ravenous hunger on her lips.
The swelling high tide unplanned.

Her daisy chain loosens from...

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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  on eyelet vistas desired  not found 
Fantasies throng  showmanship beauties containing no strife  

Wicker chair creaks...

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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 black
Tapping furiously
On her laptop
Emailing any
Cooperations
That would take her
Her sighs can
Be heard from the
Other side of the room
There's the dude
With the...

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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 way, and as my senses roar  
you stir me to the core

She's a dainty eyelet adage 
my Queen of...

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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 leather,
Cork and carbon rubber 
Now among the withered
In the vastness of obsolescence
But I do not despair
Nor divert from the middle...

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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 indicates your age around two
Those eyelet trimmed stiff legged pantaloons look terrific on you.

Darling girl with a glowing complexion perfect...

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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 spry 
 touching lofty candors of heaven nigh and nigh ; 

Its an eyelet pure and simple sending such a...

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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 out into your universe, an instant treasure

One after the other, we’re levitating up and down
Wind swirls slightly, as if like...

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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 goes through the eyelet 
Pick your lane, run your race
Be the athlete
Maintain your pace 
Be focused, the energy stays
Failure is...

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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 commandeered our ship
Stealing our breath and making us go weak

Who is she? Someone asked me
I dared not think of her...

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