Best Pinwheel Poems
I hear that pinwheel clicking, that pinwheel of complexities.
That pinwheel is one that conveys my mind to another time.
That pinwheel, that broken pinwheel that clicks.
I once reviled that pinwheel for so long, even more as the wind carried.
Yet now a pledge has grown from that pinwheel’s wretched clicking,
For it carries me to those days of great disdain amid that pinwheel and me.
Those days in which I struggled to purge our lives of that pinwheel,
But she would not permit it; because it was that pinwheel I gave her.
Those days I tried do burn that pinwheel, those days of involvement.
Those days she and I were exultant, but these days I sit patient and idle.
These days I am solitary waiting for it to come while I rest in my armchair.
These days I wait for it to come for me the same as it came for her.
These days that pinwheel sits by that window that is open so slightly.
These days the wind blows and that pinwheel clicks and I smile.
Click
That moment I picked that pinwheel from the ground.
Click
That moment I gave that pinwheel to the loveliest of all the fairer.
Click
That moment the world fell silent and she accepted to my bid for her affection.
Click, Click, Click…
That moment death came for my beloved.
CLICK!
I once considered the destruction of that pinwheel.
I once argued with my love over that pinwheels purpose.
I once was told leave it to its destiny, and so I left that pinwheel alone.
That pinwheel, those days, these days, that moment, I once hated that pinwheel, that pinwheel.
Daily Poetry #30, February 27, 2017
Word: Pinwheel
As the world goes round, continuing to spin as we humans walk,
And now that I realize it, I’m stepping along with the Earth too.
Nervously but eagerly, I march along through time, wondering
Where this dirty road will take me when I step on it.
Like a pinwheel, I will spin, pushing along on this winding path,
With the memories that I hold on to, I will see this through.
Though I’m weak, I’ll bend like flimsy wood, it won’t stop me,
So, for the future, I hope you’ll wish me luck.
Seeing that the world evolves, so I must move forward with it,
My weak bones of wood will slowly turn to metal.
I no longer cry, I’m not the weak child you knew before,
But I hope when I roll home, you’ll still recognize me.
Like a pinwheel, I will spin, pushing along on this winding path,
Like the spindles, my arms reach out to a bright future.
My skin may be blemished with scratches and bruises,
So when I come home, will you help me heal?
Like a pinwheel, I will spin, pushing along on this winding path,
But when I stop for a moment, I hope you’ll hold me up.
Looking up at the bright blue sky that is familiar to me,
I hope I have made you proud.
pinwheel milky way
freeze the upward path of night
children’s choir sings
The pinwheel spins rapidly, controlled by the wind
Sadly, as some people allow themselves to be
But, there is no freedom in that kind of movement
For no other should have the power of the wind in such a way
Instincts are like shining gems of truth deep inside
Precious to behold, yet still to take notice as the pin wheel stops
Then it is time to be led with the sparkle of one’s own soul
Heidi Sands
7/8/17
Your golden-horned soft laughter
Spinning
Prancing
Turning
Pinwheel of magic
Sliding...
My world to candy dreams.
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Argh... infamous pinwheel on macbook pro 2009
alas and alack
myopic staring eyes
bulge out their sockets,
cuz yours truly taken aback
I espied sight more frightful,
than rookie dazed chess player
checkmated courtesy men in black
pawn during next move dizzily
stunned as if suckerpunched smack
dab, now seeing stars circling around,
especially worrisome laptop gone slack
unsure if oppositional forces crack
militia (rumor monger)
grandmaster flying Union Jack
sabotaged Macbook Pro end user,
aye only see multi colored spinning circle,
no larger than flat head on thumbtack
lifeline no longer linkedin argh...
worse fate than death or trampled by yak,
disguised as ignoble,
ignominious ignoramus idiot savant
also interestingly enough chess playing hack
but... playing online access
to Internet chess got rendered offtrack
methinks wind in the willows
instrumental holed up there...,
yea that caddyshack
hear something went click and clack
unable to prepare for attack
or launch defensive comeback
hmm... perhaps flag down Cossack
will trumpet my return, meantime biden
time - lemme pursue whether cashback
paid with cryptocurrency virtual stack
bitcoin/ blockchain largesse...
got brilliant knack
did promise sweet treat
towering Taj Mahal size sack
unless... party investigating rival
prefers eating to their hearts content
regarding large fries and big mac
yukon villain me on details later
gotta poem long overdue
I haint want no flack
from Roberta or anybody else,
cuz this "fake" poet gonna barrack
aid himself for needed shuteye
dreaming of goose laying golden egg
where upon waking I will issue quack.
Multicolored treat.
Huge pinwheel at my deck seat.
Spinning, Spring treat.
4/6/2021
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Rhymed Senryu