Best Pin Poems

Swirl me, twirl me, spin me ‘round
My eyes are covered, subject not found.
Direct me here, then block me there
Smiles and snickers; won’t give a care.
Hates me, baits me, friend or foe
I stop to listen but never know.
Frizzy, dizzy, can’t find the beast
Removing blind, tail’s pinned...

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I remember fondly the summer when I was nine
Catching minnows in the creek was my favorite pastime
Except I called then pin fish, I had quirky names for things
As well as bizarre behaviour, year before, obsessed with swings

Decked out in my rubber boots with a bucket...

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Writing with a pin,
I know it is wrong.
Writing with a pin,
Blood is being drawn.

Writing with a pin,
My skin's burning and searing.
Writing with a pin,
It's wrong, but it has a satisfying feeling....

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Persuade by time
Intuitions run blind
Neon driven dreams
Dandelion sew seams
Recognize the breeze
Opal shaped moon
Pesuaded bloom
?...

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My hands hold the bars
I’m a good prisoner
Hoping to be let out for good behaviour 
Head down
not meeting my jailers eyes

At night when the lights are off
When the moon is in the sky
When men cough and moan in the darkness
I reach through the bars towards...

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The heavens, speckled with small dots of light
Sometimes shooting as they pass through the night

Many pin pricks scattered throughout the sky
Allows spent prowess to pound way up high

I delight in the show of sparkling stars
All blasts a form shining beyond, so far

Master of the lights...

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unashamedly

 she flirts with the moon

       skinny dipping


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Pin the tail on the
  
    Donkey,  OOOps, what was that! Pin 
             
       the tail on the cat!







A. Green...

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As Halloween approached,
a middle-age redhead,
working in a coffee shop,
boldly wore a spider pin.
It had a massive body
of ruby-colored glass,
and was, in subdued lighting,
as striking as her smile.
In that one adornment
of child-like abandon,
she loaned me a key
to a fluid dimension--
a sweet, hidden wellspring,
expansive, when tapped,
of all...

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You can’t pin me down
I will slip away from your fingers
For I am a free thinker.
Ideas, I accumulate
My imagination is flamed
By my tots untamed.
You can’t pin me down
Today, I will bake cakes
Tomorrow, the books of Aristotle awaits
Then a conversation about planets and galaxies omniscient.
With my...

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I'm very thin,

Like a pin,

Why medicine?...

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She was a tiny angel of a woman
mindlessly moving, in a chemical faze
her heart baracaded, tormented
from her long, lonely days 
while dancing on the edge of a pin.

Dreaming images with her feet, twirling
oblivious on a pole, 
trying to live a shoddy role
stripped of dignity, ripped...

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Balls At a Bowling Pin

A big leaguer he had always been;
Liked throwing balls at a bowling pin;
Which game played can be confusing,
Whether you are winning or losing;
Will neither play either game again.

Jim Horn...

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i am a woman
tell me what is that
sometimes i feel
i'm too thin
too tall
too plain
and too fat
i am a woman
where's the holy grail
will you still love me
the next day
and the next
when i'm old 
when i'm frail?
i am a woman
where's my sister in this game
and when i...

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Of a Pin Cushion Heart

Corroded tear ducts,
crystallized tears,
and estranged crying,
have left
a pin cushion heart
that no longer bleeds
memories of hurt.

The space left
with your leaving
still remains
but need not be filled:

I will always
have known you
and love you still....

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