Collector Poems - Poems about Collector

...I am a collector of many things -not worth a hill of beans......Read the rest...

...i’m here, nor there, sometimes everywhere a storm brewing inside i’m darker, i’ve sailed these seas before repetition becomes habit take me back to simpler times an early childhood memor......Read the rest...

... Part 1 Fading glimpses of pained memories of the past, Scarred a child and the tissues of a heart, ......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PETER or SIMON the YOUNGER ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ slower lower grower thrower Christ calls~"Have faith,"~slower~lower~rock Build church~confuse~grower~thrower~flock ......Read the rest...

...She sweeps her lawn almost every day She wears a vest that blocks my way Tomorrow, I swear I’ll greet her anyway She stares through her window opposite my kitchen ......Read the rest...

... “Let my heart be still a moment and let this mystery explore” Edgar Allen Poe. Flutter dear heart Let this mystery start Of ......Read the rest...

... RufePal kept muttering "jv" team as it looked around the room, hoping to find someone underage to mentor to. Michael blurted, "you and your precious America! You are so gullible ......Read the rest...

...I heard my tongue scream YES!!!! YES!!!!! OH GAWD YES!! The fork trembled The knife hesitated The maple syrup Dripping lips quaked. Cage free egg yolks Filled the craters Of the unexplored ......Read the rest...

...No prisoner of faith was he No member of religious ties No hypocrite for all to see No purveyor of ancient lies No prayers spouted forth day by day No sheep to be branded a fool No ......Read the rest...

... Mayonnaise in my mouth; it was turkey—the first Pollack I saw. His fault that the splatter looked like a forgotten egg on the side. Walking toward the waste basket, I threw up in i......Read the rest...

...Larva of meal worms are tasty Corn Cob Cobble said. A meely worm collector who is always well-fed. I love them he told me, want to give one a try? They were squirming and ugly, I gave them the eye......Read the rest...

...I think I found the prescription for the sickness behind my obvious problems Or I found the key that fits in the lock of the door of ignoring them I’m not sure which one it is But you’ve won, I’......Read the rest...

...The bric-a-brac shop waits on Rue Nationale. In a sleepy French town. It opens at ten, And closes at one, Till three. Then on till seven in the evening. Madame opens the shutters Before going ......Read the rest...

...Yesterday, I paid my dues to my conscience by blocking the traffic in support of ceasefire. But, my conscience is like a tough tax collector, demanding action every day. At the rally I saw a Viet......Read the rest...

...00°That smile That smile could put the sun to shame Those eyes are brighter than amber, eveen when in shade Those words could mend a broken soul That laugh could bring to life, a dying hope For......Read the rest...