Drawer Poems - Poems about Drawer

My mingle-mangle mismash mixed bag of stuff Is a pastiche, potpourri, patchwork of remnants rough The accumulation of this junk was not so very tough Feather dusters, ink wells, rulers, silver links of cuff Pincushions, a beaver tail, old Spice, smelly snuff Nails, shoe polish, tape, puffer that does not still puff Potholders, elf statue, rags to give car a buff Petrified...

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huggermugger jinglejangle of mishmashed stuff land in the junk drawer amid pencils and sandpaper rough I sorted it a month ago down to sixteen mere things now there is pink playdough blue ribbons and six gemstone rings cleaning it is fruitless a wasted effort to me I refuse to take total blame and watch a bit more TV Gnomes toss stuff in there in the middle of the...

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junk drawer clean-up is scheduled today tape ribbons rubber bands pencils pens rulers small notebooks matches candles bungee cords dog collar flashlight wrench pliers scissors maple syrup packets I need all of these things I think as I shut the drawer....

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the multifariousness of my junk drawer holds secrets, stories, gadgets, humor, and much more bungee cords, cameras, pliers, tape and string a rubber chicken leg, buzzer bell with an ominous ring hard cinnamon roll, which fell in yesterday blue yoyo, ketchup packet, a tiny nosegay such a variety of goodies I have to admit if my mother saw it, she would have...

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Ark of laughter far from sea amid earth Hair be it long or short power still stays Mite of two, widows, others measure worth Bitters Holiness Hunger forty days We are born to this life as possible, and grow by the choices that we create, right or wrong, obstacle or optimal, I'm an ark, hair, mite, or bitters, --I wait. The Voice, The...

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The junk drawer of my mind processes MOMENTO, like golden Ark Dulcimer, Cimbalom that shatters the font of unfinished sound, into pixels of mime, song bound, PUZZLE PIECE orchestrated by the filter of Time In swirling depths of thoughts refined, sorted, assorted, twine. The junk drawer of my mind resides, to be found again. A hope chest realm...

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The Drawer In the drawer in the kitchen, there is a bit of this, some of that, and everything else! Well, nearly so. There is tape, and string, and a funny thing... there is no name at all to describe. It came with the pizza and never left in the trash. There is a screw, a nut......

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It's in the evening time in June The south...

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Found the old New Testament given to me in grade school, and I always meant to read it growing up, until I didn't, storing it away in a bottom dresser drawer with some grainy pictures I printed off the internet when I was in high school, leftover screws from shelves I no longer own, old love poems for people I barely remember now- all of it junk that once...

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Sock drawer poets they called us, All our scribblings secreted away, Composed then filed unread, Hidden from the light of day. And then along came the Tablet And universal broadband, Fast Internet coverage spreading Length and breadth of the land. Friendships made on common Interest sites, ideas exchanged Unpublished works published Concepts read and explained. Performance Poets appeared Open Mic nights became the rage The musician and...

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The Drawer of Mermaids by Michael R. Burch This poem is dedicated to Alina Karimova, who was born with severely deformed legs and five fingers missing. Alina loves to draw mermaids and believes her fingers will eventually grow out. Although I am only four years old, they say that I have an old soul. I must have been born long,...

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This Time Last Month A customer Opens door Bell lets out two rings That smell of books Telescopes Globes and other things. Travel guides Atlases Maps strewn everywhere Customer Breaks fourth wall Speaks as if you're there: "I got upset when I first heard this shop was closing down. I don't have any reason now to pass this way to town. I mean - Just look! It's beautiful! I don't know...

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That poem I wrote so long ago has now gone missing and I've hoped so long now that I will discover it. Perhaps it went into a drawer so long ago and has been taken out in error; has now gone missing, though I've hoped so long now that it will show up. Have we not mislaid our stuff from so long ago? Is it stuff that may remain gone for...

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I am cleaning out my junk drawer It's been on my list to do My junk is over-flowing It's now long past over-due Inside is my collection Of things I sometimes use Bits and nails and thumbtacks And a dozen odd-size screws There's a hammer and some pliers And a pair of worn-out snips Rubber...

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I cannot read small labels, my eyes don’t see so well The labels on my spices: a culinary hell. I came up with a system; it’s pretty hard to beat, ‘Cuz most of what I cooked before was not so good to eat. With pictures on the label, it’s easier to know; ‘Cuz peppermint and barbecue simply do not go....

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