Best Pockets Poems

In here I can be anything
that you desire,
your lonely soul, your heartstring
even become your ring your locket,
I can evolve to become
your strange universe
one to mould to create.
In here I can become your salvation
help to correct your natural order,
restore your universe
and in it place my life
in...

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A God-fearing man
  will not pocket
    so much as a pen

One who fears men
  eventually takes
    whatever he can...

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Deep in a pocket of light, well within the harsh night
of heat and longing, safe within the porch’s embrace
the down turned eyes .. the upturned face
the lovers pose.

In randy states of disarray, the couple choses to display
the haunting distance .. so delayed, so near,
the harsh...

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She held on to her blue jeans
From our younger, college days
With peace signs painted on each back pocket
And that worn-almost-every-day fade

But thirty years and four grown kids
Changed her girlish shape
Still those jeans hung in our closet
In a most prominent place

She dreamt of one day wearing...

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In my pockets, there might be
A tissue or receipt,
A movie stub or wrapped-up candy
For a little treat.

Others may stash keys or coins,
A shopping list or gum.
Empty pockets are quite rare,
Though surely there are some.

Jacket pockets fill with gloves
Or even mittens, maybe,
And kangaroo moms’ pockets
May contain...

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I hope that God won’t turn His back
I hope the Lord leaves just a crack
Where I may slip within His heart
To beg him for a silver cart.

Please…no gilded chariot of old
With creaky wheels of flaking gold
That split and peel along the way
Then hurriedly fly, to...

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[Verse 1]
I got these empty pockets, baby,
Where your sweet love used to live.
Used to wake up to your heartbeat,
Now I don’t know what to give.
Time just flew — yeah, left me behind,
Sittin’ here, cryin’ in the quiet.
No goodbye, no last kiss —
Just a heart that...

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“The Wolf’s Pockets”




Virginia knows 
what’s written 
in the mass of a rock
the heaviness of words
not soluble
anchored to life
that does not float

A Wolf swallows Woolf whole
Hungry for something -
 
“other than”  ;

Submerged, 
what is not seen 
is swimming below 
a sharp clean surface
her dissolving shadow
found...

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Limerick: Once a Great Leader with empty pockets

Once Great Leader with empty pockets
Strode our World distributing nuggets
Nuggets Made in China
Slick smooth like Godiva
Now makes Godiva China rockets.

© T. Wignesan – Partis,  2013...

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I stuff my pockets with misery and contempt,
overloading their contents, pleasure exempt.
I fill the dark spaces with sadness and dread,
overexerting the capacity, till all hope is dead.

I shove bits of hatred, and pieces of despair,
into tightly bound pockets, I callously wear.
I force fists of fury,...

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When it comes time to say “goodbye.” please know that I won’t be sad 
Because I’ll carry with me all the joyous times we’ve had.

I’ll carry in my pockets all the laughter that we’ve shared,
The memories of treasured times and the intricate dreams we dared.
I’ll...

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You gather my words like pockets full of pebbles, so when you need to hurt me, you have them there, ready to throw in my face!...

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wow ~ luck now fills all my pockets 
overflowing with four leaf clovers 
 

Date Written:  2/26/2023 

"4 Place" 

Note: St Patrick's Day will be here soon....

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Pockets of Dreams


Empty pockets filled of hopes and dreams 
Yearning to feel the touch of moneys many men
Wishing to taste salts of audacious seas 
Wetting of aroused dreams and curiosities 
Pondering a poor man’s hope
Knowing a blessing awaits miles away
Tired of freeloading lint and vacant...

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“We have no milk,”
you speak quietly
in a tone reminiscent 
of another’s observation
that wine had run out
at a wedding feast.
Miraculous transformation
of wine or milk
from pitchers of water
seemingly absent from
the church job description
of educator and
director of parish music,
a deficit, in proportion
to the yearly salary of
nine thousand dollars...

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