Best Pinwheels Poems

A wrong  path taken  a sudden curve in the road.
So you take  a fall over some false code.
Thrown in a cell.
Taking the...

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I was attending a birthday party, once when summer was young.
We played games on the back lawn, beneath the huge orange sun.

Colorful birds were tweeting,...

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Close up you can see the colossal amounts of energy
it took to grow this plant from a seed
An even closer look through the microscope,
inside lies...

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A Shaman's mind, 
shinning visions and resurrected petroglyphs
wild horses running on a plain of stars
stick figures bringing down a behemoth
sitting 'round a story pit, souls...

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summer winds

arid whirlwinds spin
 spread scent of dried pine needles ~
  forest pursues rain

sirocco mistrals
 winds gusts wither tumbleweeds ~
  summer heat shivers

parched...

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“A leather journal and pen sit on a nightstand by a flickering candlelight ready, as the wind spins my thoughts.”  Quote by poet

Autumn alters...

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Bells

Solitary heart, newborn in brooding silence,
Steps on a cluttered path
Through elms and boughs of broken limbs,
In a pungent, evergreen hush
Absent of astral cacophony 
That falls...

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Walk me through a continues path
No one, hath aroused of its sleep.
Let me bathe in the autumn's cool breath.
To a painted scene of green that...

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The warden’s bewildered, the keeper’s amazed
as the gate gapes behind us, a hole in the haze.
Our steps seem uncertain, the cobblestones crazed,
pearly stars burn above...

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The old widower kept a tidy yard.
Bright flowers -snowball hedges,
a sparrow house and apple tree
gnomes chasing ceramic frogs
pinwheels spinning sunlight
round and round silver dreams.
He put...

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Origami tigress...
orange sun ribbons painting
gently rising ribs,
you sleep... a smiling cherub 
in the green silky nape of noon

Under a lavender moon
unfolding- arising
sashaying my cobblestone dreams
of...

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Tiny marimba pinwheels rotate, 
Under flippant bass. 
A poodle barks... 

A barrage of dissonant sounds, 
Melodies played backwards... 
Then the music stops. 

A ambivalent sneer,...

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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...

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no more small talk to say in numbers walking the trail
and these are added up and equal now us on the mountain marsh exploring
in the...

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