Best Needle Poems

He sang sweet songs, sweet needle point lullabies
His eyes were crystalized, their awestruck blackness ate me whole
I stayed mesmerized by his carelessness and smooth complexion
He spit ease and promised comfort
His perversions helped to define me
He fed off the helpless story my eyes told
Like a rat...

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God, tell me the mystery of your will. 

For as far as I can see is your majesty. 

The desert is as small as the eye of a needle. 

And it is, in this paradise, a travesty. 

The flowing springs are sparkling clear and cool,...

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*spot poetry: Written in 15 minutes or less about any random subject.

Betwixt
Betwined
Beneath the tweed
lay the nasty pin
It pierced my toe without a need
My foot had lost again

Of all the places I should step
I landed on this pain
"Walkin' on pins and needles"
just doesn't mean the same

I...

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I thought you were my needle in the hay
The soulmate I’d been searching for, for endless days
The love of a lifetime, here on poetrysoup
Right under my nose, and I never knew 
Till I found you one night, when I couldn’t sleep
Your words like sweet bees,...

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Grandmother sits in her rocking chair 
nearly as old as she 
ragged patches of scrap spread across her lap. 

She tells stories from her eighty years of senescence, 
of faces now aged, some no longer bound by this earth 
as though they were still enjoying...

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I have found that throughout life
You can be a needle or a knife.

Either you heal, repair, and bind
Or sever, injure, and divide.

With words and deeds we so ordain
To be arbiters of peace or pain,

To fasten tight or slash apart,
To cherish or to break a heart.

Each...

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Long needle pines
chant in a gentle breeze.
I sit motionless.  Bathed
in the canorous drone,
feel the tremors
of life’s longing,
the ring of ageless wisdom,
sense the strength
of stoic serenity.
Would that I could take root
and join them
            ...

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Mahogany pillars
Lace mosaic,
Velvet on silk
Champagne taste, 
Heartbeats rush

Smooth on rough
Muscular, petite 
Tongues encourage 
Elevated pulse,
Lovers blush 

Insatiable thirst 
Skin upon flesh, 
Begging, obeying 
Sweet nothings, yes
Loose headboard, hush 

Satin sheets ruffled,
Pillows lost
Mirrored ceiling 
Nails sink deep, 
Softness, plush 

Rhythm adjusts
Gods name in vain,
Animal released
Triumphant,
Life waters,...

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Once again, needle me in.
I enjoy releasing poison,
Through your scarred skin.

A prick to poke daily, yes I win!
I take any respect, and self confidence.

You blame me for problems, you've had since back then.
As If you can't believe, state took away your kids.

Look closer into the...

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Writing is knitting...

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So now little man you're tired of grass,
LSD,PCP, cocaine, speed and hash.
You think you've tried them all, think again.
When someone pretending to be a true friend,
Says "I'll introduce you to Miss Heroine."
You'll need lots of money, haven't you been told?
For darling, I am more expensive...

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Vaccines are all carefully made
To fight what should make us afraid
Some hate the syringe
And now they should cringe 
As hosts the bad germs could invade...

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Right now, in the Northwest town of Seattle,
Seahawks egos must be higher than the Space Needle.
On the west coast, it was just a little after seven,
when the Seahawks faithful felt they entered seventh heaven.
After what happened at the Super Bowl outside of New York,
numerous fans...

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Threading Hunger’s Needle
                                by Odin Roark

Acumen's voice smolders quietly
When deafened ears respond only
To discords...

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HOW I LOVE CROCHETING....HOW IT RELAX ME SO....
EVERY TIME I USE MY CROCHET HOOK....
I'M SOMEWHERE ELSE...FAR AWAY I LOOK...
WHETHER I'M DOWN IN WONDERLAND....
WHETHER I'M IN A SILK RED GOWN,LIKE IN OUT LANDER...IN SCOTLAND....
WHETHER I'M DAY DREAMING OF A MUCH BETTER LIFE....
FAR,FAR,AWAY IN BRIGADOON...AS SOMEONE'S FUTURE...

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