Best Wool Poems
Cleaning out one of your drawers,
I remove your beautiful woven sweaters
one by one
pausing to hold up to my face
the blue one that matched so perfectly
the color of your eyes.,
Deep sadness wells up in me
as a few of my tears
wet the part of it where I’d slyly
slip my fingers underneath
to touch your skin.
I place it on the bed nicely folded
and finish collecting the other sweaters.
Each one reminds me
of a special place we went
of a time when it was
you and me together.
And each one reminds me of
the way I would snuggle against your chest.
These sweaters were a part
of your charm and your warmth.
They will be taken to the Goodwill store
but for now
just for now
I let my tears flow. . .
gathering wool
For Madison Demetros' "Move Me and Others" Poetry Contest
Now for Mark Toney's 2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 14 Poetry Contest
In January’s chill, my woe is exposed
Like a mesh of rough woolen lint
Hanging on thick icicles when hours pale ;
As brittle fleece of dreariness
Grips my pores, longing for a cashmere night.
Battle of Honorable Mentions
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureaux
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Former Contest using Verse in 5 Lines
Percy pig was feeling quite shaken -
He'd heard pigs were slaughtered for bacon
Turning white as a sheet
He then started to bleat
As a sheep could he be mistaken!
Entered into 101 in a row contests ~14
sponsored by PD Linda:-)
17th June 2016
When my knitting queen aunt
Feels that needlework pull,
She starts knitting some squares
Using leftover wool.
They’re rectangles, really,
With colorful stripes,
Their patterns and stitches
Of similar types.
Then when there are enough,
Using needle and thread,
She will sew them together
To cover a bed.
If no blanket’s requested
By someone she knows,
To a charity’s stockpile
That handiwork goes.
Though some unattached pieces
My aunt did produce
Found their way to my granddaughter
For a new use.
Now her dolls all have blankets,
Two interests in sync,
Crossing ages and miles
In such a sweet link.
under my bed
under invasion!
invaded by piles
of migrating balls!
dust rolls around
gathered in piles
piles tied in bundles
some are like pillows
pillars of feathers
pillows that billow
billowing towers
blooming like flowers
flowers I've gotten
flowers of cotton
curled cotton swirls
cotton-tail squirrels
squirrels in soft slippers
squirrels having litters
quicker to litter
litters are wooly
wool climbs the stairs
wool everywhere
bagfuls inhabit
spinning more rabbits
maintaining their habits
crocheting more rabbits
angora type rabbits
contagious civilians
into the millions
villain dust devils
spinning more fellows
devils in herds
please spread the word
herds I can't stop
bunnies that hop
stop them producing
don't mind the cursing!
searching the room for my broom
cursing the doom of a lint baby boom
copulation
problem making
populating
propagating weed
weeds and seeds, please take your leave
squirrels and rabbits hop hop hop
it's in the halls, like lint from sheep
I'm steeped in lint and I can't keep things clean!
When sheep need sleep,
they creep back
under
my bed!
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I saw them shyly standing naked in the field
Embarrassed that their wool they had to yield
I wondered, who was the first to shear a sheep?
And then to make a coat that they could keep?
On to other things, the sheep I soon forgot
Until the next time a wooly thing I bought
I went to find myself a hand knit woolen shawl
Then the poor sheep in the field I did recall
Aw well, I thought, another coat they’d soon grow
And happily, left the store with my new shawl in tow…
Obviously not for contest, but it made me have some funny
thoughts about the sheep I see in the spring after shearing.
I fold your sweaters
caressing them, one by one
as if they were you . . .
tears - with my memories - flow
as I keep gathering wool
for the Old or New Poem 10 Line Max Poetry Contest of Rick Parise
Horror Movie
shudder
trembling shaking
horrible spooky film
endeavour to watch silently
fearful
He thought she loved him as the dense clouds of wool filled his mind,
but she was there for only one thing, to fleece him of his money.
A dyed in the wool sex addict, an easy mark, she knew his kind,
but he knew her too, every penny was worth her soft fleecy skin, sweet as honey.
She gave herself to him as he let the wool cover his eyes, part of the game, he wasn't blind.
01/16/16
No voter gets an even break.
No truth may they apprise.
Taken to school
To play the fool...
Wool pulled o’er their eyes.
He claimed it was made of fine virgin wool!
I exclaimed, "Really! Wow! You sure? No Bull?"
I care not re the sex life of a sheep.
I bought it because it was mighty cheap.
Thank you Little Bo Peep for three bags full!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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****'s Wool *
Written: By Tom Wright
1/21/03
Deep thoughts often dormant lie,
In un-swept corners of my mind.
Unless God, awakens by and by,
"Dust Bunnies" are all I find.
I seek today thoughts not oppressed,
Not simply enticing words or frill.
Nor as ****'s wool to be expressed,
But thoughts worthy of ink and quill.
*Dusty encumbrances to domestic cleanliness
In days of old when knights were bold and dungeons were dug deep
Widely renowned back then was found, a race of hero sheep
These sheep were strong, these sheep were tough,
these sheep were eight feet tallAnd lots of very useful stuff was knitted from their wool
The wool was strong, and woven long to any length was able
To out perform the tensile strength of any modern cable
While nimble hands, pulled finer strands from out that noble flock
Which taut, sufficed to cleanly slice deep through the toughest rock
Those sheep were prized, and many wise men kept their woolly kind
Twas said the bleating of those sheep would stimulate the mind
The wonders that those sheepies wrought, would fill a hundred lists
And fueled a boom for work by loom and wool technologists
They found that wool, if tightly bound would not only float
But closely weaved and interleaved, could make a woolly boat
While natural grease, gleaned from that fleece, if applied just right
Succeeded to fulfil the need to make it watertight.
So woolly fleets sailed ancient seas, to ply the trade in wool
Till pirates knitted cannons, to fire woollen cannonballs
And so, therefore, a woolly war broke out throughout the world
The war was short, but keenly fought where woollen sails unfurled
The brief wool war had one deep flaw, though everyone was willing
For woolly blades, however made, are little use for killing.
This one defect completely wrecked the wool age upward trend
And so the golden age of wool came to a sudden end.
since he sat woolgathering at Christmas
henry has set himself a task
every day he would knit the family together
each and every one
perhaps they won't needle him too much.
Penned 7/1/2016
He was deep in love, immersed
in the charms of her disguise.
Blinded by her words, rehearsed,
he saw not beyond her lies.
She pulled wool over his eyes!
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Contest: Wool
Sponsor: C. T.
Placed 3rd