Best Needles Poems
Clearly, my cat loves
Sound of her claws on
The floor, click-clicking;
Scratch-click-scurry-click;
Going on all night.
Except for when
She’s manicured
Her needle-like
Claws, her great pride.
Her whetstones,
Furniture
And carpets.
Outside
She’ll need
claws.
Another song written in middle school - edited of course. ;)
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[Verse 1]
I'm trapped within these walls
Never to leave at all
I am the prisoner inside my own home
My spirit is broken
I do not believe
I'm locked in this chamber which I cannot leave
[Chorus]
The needles that break the skin
The anger that runs within
I’m giving it all away
Just to stay alive
The needles that pierce my veins
It will never be the same
We’re on pins and needles now
It’s how we survive
[Verse 2]
They say he’ll find me soon
Got to get out of this room
The blood will spill and he’ll take what he wants to
I’ll never let him through
GET OUT OF MY DREAM
He whispers in darkness, “I’m not who I seem…”
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
The four walls around me
They start to close in
I know I’m too late now
I know I can’t win
So just tell me I’m crazy
It’s all in my head
You’re not the killer
And I am not dead
[Chorus]
[Breakthrough]
Don’t tell me it’s impossible
To start it all over again
Infection sinks through your pale skin
You’ll curse the day that I’m dead
[Chorus]
Let's take these pins and needles
That we're always sitting on
And sew up this relationship
Before it goes completely wrong
Piecing it all together
These used lives, tattered and torn
We'll make a quilt from wanting hearts
Into something beautiful
1418 NEW MONOKU
Contest Judged: 10/4/2025 8:35:00 AM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
( 6th Place )
Written: October 4, 2025
sunlight through pine needles—shadows sway in silence
The pain of feeling helpless is so great
It pricks the heart like needles in the snow
If I could cure the sadness that you feel
With love, pure joy is all you’d ever know
Though you may smile, your eyes belie your grin
Their hazel beauty now a black tableau
I too can feel the sting of your torment
It pricks my heart like needles in the snow
Balance between love and limits
The relationship between power and love
No distinction between gender, ethnicity, age or religion
Cooperation between people and countries, gives strength
Let limits fall, allow the love to grow
18.04.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Aye, Spanish Needles, far from native shore
We the Diaspora exult to meet
Though our station, not what we dreamt of yore
Is battered by grimy dust and slimed sleet
Aye, Spanish Needles, still unbowed you stand
A dazzling prince in a far foreign land.
Dreaming gold reposed on ivory stars
Where evening's chill draws near the weary night
Shining still despite dusty mannered cars
Aloof in their suburban hedge from blight
I see you huddled in mass fore my eyes
Aching through El Dorado's balmy sighs
Extreme doubt supposed in old poet's tale
Of woodland springs and love's certain patience
Your hardy forms admit a desert gale
Thrashing grim your tropic resilience,
Beside beaten edges, and brackish yards
Still hold time's beauty against fate's crude cards.
Aye, Spanish Needles, resident aliens
From another shore, what long age brought you
From the ocean's salt milk, and fresh grievance
To stake your claim to Conquistadors' clue
This Florida had breast to fountain new youth?
Will you now tell islands this empty truth?
Juan Ponce De Leon took back nothing too
Except the joy of the great river here
But I have seen gold softened by silk dew
On regal petals protesting time's wear
And I have kept better company than
Ribault, Jackson, or the old Cowford clan.
Aye, Spanish Needles, brother of the earth
With me, dare my heart now its hope to green
Like you from this rustic place telling mirth
In golden gold and whitest white yet seen
Something in your character is changed here
Something common is now a beauty rare.
It is the mettle of our birth for each pain
To mirth, and wear love's beauty like the stars
Singing redemption songs with tears for rain
And count for medals our battles bright scars
Aye, Spanish Needles, bright golden and white
My heart like a ship rejoice you hold the light.
Beside the beaten edge in full abandon
There prolific in your numbers, a car
Of rubbery resilience, in my
Pine needles are blue
then fall from branches in wind
become brown in death
pine's amber needles
contrast summer's green...
forest's new flooring
All men approach the inevitable hardships of choices made or forced upon
A day of “paying the Piper” some may say
Does one go about endlessly searching- trying to live as if won
Or get down and dirty- on hands and knees-searching for the answer to life’s impossibilities
A parent’s love and concern for the addict child- will my baby ever be OK
The face of rejection in a divorce- the feeling of worthlessness and betray
Death of a family member- the emptiness they leave
The- I want to be when I grow up- but it’s never achieved
The loss of friendships- when you choose to do the right thing
These needles in the hay- searching for impossibilities- we tarry on
The needles of lost keys, eyeglasses, or wallets seem trivial in comparison
One simply retraces steps having taken- then the needle is not lacking
But the needles of real life are worth one’s searching
How wonderful to the parent having the prodigal son’s return
How hope on earth is gained in the miracle of a new born grandchild
How comforting new friends become- having ethics and values as me
How wonderful to find love- a lover who would choose me
How grateful for work –whose talent I am blessed
Persistence the key to hardship’s impossibility
The joy of accomplishment when having found the needle in the hay
I can’t survive without the rush of an impulsive swallow or an impersonal touch.
I’m fueled by the adrenaline I get solely through sex and drugs, driving while high and chasing danger.
Piercing my skin with needles and pins,
willing to feel the worst to feel anything
pins and needles sewn across the bed in threads of yellow-brown and rosy, red stitched across my sheets and embroidered to my bed and pillow eye to eye with pins and needles a prickly pair pinned to my bed and pillow
Pine cone resting in tree top,
when a gentle little breeze,
gives him a little push,
falling so slowly to the
ground, kissing the needles
as it passes on by.
written 5-9-11
Fresco fringe
Inject happiness
With a serrated syringe
Tripped on a bottle
Falling down a bottomless binge
Far beyond the humanoid hinge
Everything went odd
In a pungent pinch
With all my strength
It still doesn't give an inch
Handsome haphazard
Snappy slum lord lizard
Alcoholic love fermenting
In an magical vineyard
I watch a display screen where
Reality is filtered, decay
And subliminal messages are whispered
And none of my questions are answered
Perhaps that is why I love to disobey
Go against the grain
Molding my own truth from clay
African youth on the
Pins and needles,
Pains...huh!
So painful ...Yooh!.
African youth shout
Shout loudly... Eh!
Crying in exposing the power hunger,
Which is called selfishness in tongue
Of genial.
Some people out there are hungry for powers,
Some politicians out there want to die on the
Golden soffers,
Reason why we can witness how some sons,
Daughters and Grandchildren bleeding terrible,
African young lions could be
Roaring loudly by now,
African youth could be holding the stick of
Command by now,
It is time to unite and stand,
Standing claiming our rights peacefully,
Crippling due to our division and selves
Concurrence as the African youth,
Remember,we are from different African
Counties but the real brothers and sisters in
Our youth journey to uplift the
African continent.
Some very old leaders who could be at
Home with their great grandchildren,
They continue to destroy the African
Key positions.
Brilliant African youth is so sabotaging,
For some secret agenders which
We must find out as quick as possible.
Majority of seniors are very riches
And continue to destroy the little that left.
Some selfish leaders sign
Contracts of 30 years,
Divide all the finances,
Forgeting that they will go to rest soon
And leave the heavy luggages
On the heads of their juniors.
Reality of the very old lions
Which don't have teeth to bite,
Nails to cupture
But they still remaining on the thrones
And end up being mocked by some hyenas
Because many of them are captured.
Try your juniors and wait for the good results
Before you go to rest soon.
March 10/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris