Best Pinpricks Poems

You come to me through breathing nuances of your soul
Pinpricks of laughter, tears, and excitement
Memories buried deep within
Trickles of blood
Moments of loss

My body warms
My heart expands
I am a conduit
To receive the gifts you bring

Dancing cells before my eyes
Seducing me with their movement
Our beings so blessed...

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Death to the mockingbird with one shot to the heart,
Crushing wings with desperation sings sorrow worlds apart.
Concrete tears from wasted eyes fall on a mossy burial ground,
Taste the regret as it is yet to expel a gasping sound.
And rise oh symphonic sun in my mourning...

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Down past the meadow is the grand old hotel.
Where statues of marble encircle the ponds
Tall cypress line up like soldiers at arms,
saluting each limo that comes down the hill

Limousines arrive daily, like vultures of prey, 
to stop and eject their catch of the day
There is...

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There is no thing so peaceful
As a winters night in the woods--
A canopy as black as pitch, 
Spangled with the pinpricks of a billion stars--
Shimmering.
The banks of snow and downy flake,
Turned to diamonds by the moonlight
That drapes the sparkling,
Rolling hills with a shawl of powder...

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The storm has blown itself away; there is a lighting of the sky.
The monstrous waves start to recede, and the ripples just pass on by.
The rocks find a new home from the pounding they have been given.
They come to rest haphazardly, as though so hard...

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There are stars to remind you of pinpricks
in case you ever forget the word or meaning.

There are stars to remind you how small you are
in case you are grandiose.

There are stars in case you worship them,
though I don't know why you should.

I guess there are...

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Why
are there
stars in heaven above
annoying pinpricks in the firmament?
No need for black holes if all stars were shot on sight.
The reach for the stars is hopeless they are so far away we can never visit them.
Knowing the vastness of the universe belittles and demeans us...

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submitted into "Premier VII Open Poetry Contest," Rob Carmack, Sponsor

ARRIVING AT EL PASO © Sara Etgen-Baker 2025

Some 20+ years ago, hubby and I took up roots, moving across the entire state of Texas for the hope of a better future.  This poem attempts to...

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It’s no wonder you like secrets. 
It’s not that your thoughts are secretive in nature. 
It’s more that they are themselves a secret, penned on pages locked from view. 

Hidden thoughts intrigue me because my journeys are inked in plain view. 
Open roads and endless...

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The clock strikes nine. Ink fills the night sky, until the silvery orb in the heavens is the only source of light. 
The clock strikes twelve. Tiny pinpricks of light dot the raven-dark heavens. They shine brightly; as if each was 
trying to outdo the...

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Pregnant buds on a barren tree
Explode 
Into a pale pink cloud
The delicate scent whispers in the 
Chill spring air
And then
Pinpricks of green
Amongst the rosy blossoms
Bright, vibrant, 
The electric colour of
Rebirth, new life
Look below,
Littered on the ground
Like a bridal procession
Recently triumphed past
A collage of discarded petals
As...

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Here come a billion trillion pinpricks,
Earthbound in a headlong plummet,
Off my tiny window each bead flicks,
With the sparkle of a liquid comet. 

Up at the pouring sky I take a peep,
And scan a city that’s much too wet,
Soon I'm lying in my king-sized bed,
By sounds...

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S tars like pinpricks in the sky
T iny beads of light shining so high
A rranged in a way just so
I ntricately set, this we know
R emnant of a great explosion
W ild arrangements, was it really implosion?
A rrayed in what we see as confusion
Y et all...

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iv.


within genesis, 
a silent monk chanted
at a perpetual window,
thin cracks of canticle’s
completed my insanity,
at astonishing heights
invisible feet walked on air,
free of psychosis 
the water rippled as I slipped, 
silently screaming 
into this dazzling stream 
called life …


v.


clarity is and was
no cushion to float on, 
its...

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Soliloquy to Love

To be loved or not to be loved; restatement of existential indecision.
No less a question to the universe, no less unanswered, no less
Turned aside by fear of the unknown.
Not to be loved; a land of emptiness plagued by hunger and the 
Inner ache...

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