Best Handkerchief Poems

The Handkerchief

I found your handkerchief today,
still folded in a square.
Inside a drawer put away,
as if you'd left it there.
 
I wrapped my hands around it...

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You think this is quaint, a case of the blues
A handkerchief for a dainty cheek
But I want to howl, I want to shriek
I want to...

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Oh, how wonderfully innocent
and juvenile, 'twas for me.
You, scooting surreptitiously.
closer and closer to me.
Like a soft, gentle caterpillar,
slithering and smiling.
Making its way home in the
still...

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Don’t tell me the moon is shining;
show me the glint of light on broken glass.

Anton Chekhov

the thunderclap
   of breaking pane,
  frightening.
splintered shards...

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BEQUEATHED BONNIE SQUARE
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I arrived at heaven’s doorway and found my friend, Walter, sitting on the front steps.  Walter had passed years before me.  I was...

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The Sun was acting rather strange
With the Moon and Stars concerned.
As it was not content to share the sky...
And not prepared to wait its turn.
So...

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Lines more lunatic than the sun – 7

playing on the raw-coal 
the under-clothes of the airhostesses 
continue to sing a song

even-then the germination of the...

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When I was laid in field of clay
No flowers above my head did lay
Nor marble headstone placed with care 
With words of love chiselled there
No...

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Think I'll dress in my one suit,
silk shirt and handkerchief,
pop in a breath mint 
and shine up my shoes;

make that impression,
look good for the ladies,
with...

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First Christmas without you, my dearest, my love
Cruelly taken too soon on the wings of a dove

How can I rejoice when my heart broke in...

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Waking to the heady wisps
of a mildly settling dawn-break, 
I understand  why we are connected
trading our private reflections with ease
in the name of deep...

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The little boy laughs as he runs, his grandfather struggles to catch him.
The little girl giggles and peeks over the pew as her mother prays.
The...

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Collections

In a little purse she carried
She called “her so many things,”
When her Mama had to tarry,
She’d play with her so many “blings.”

There was a ten...

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A white handkerchief
    embroidered in lace
  concealed a coy smile on
    the fair maiden's face

  The very...

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