Eyelets Poems - Poems about Eyelets

...The greatest invention since sliced bread We've invented many things as onward we tread Like flush toilets And shoe eyelets Meatballs with mashers hope I don't wake up dead......Read the rest...

...the journey seemed ‘endless’ and the road map had fallen down an ‘infinite’ cliff of far-reaching obstruction of justice incalculable risks were the ‘eternal’ message of his void life oblivi......Read the rest...

...Millions used to roam across Africa’s plains, But, sadly, not one Gazebo still remains, Yes, unfortunately, they are now extinct, Their fate and Man’s greed, clearly linked. Treasured for their......Read the rest...

...A little hidden, beautiful, and tranquil aquarium With an amazing view of the subterranean dome. The ache may be the sign of worsening emotion, From a little city where the rogues are at home. ......Read the rest...

...With sweet incline her ear is on dawn's arrival even if night reigns by day, she has no rival only the morning contains her birthing vine Her ear is on dawn's arrival with sweet incline' Dolc......Read the rest...

...Instead of smiling , She was crying A moment of silence replace tumults of joy; Thus the day i was born, A day when the sun sat on the nook of horizon east, Thus when the angels, Th......Read the rest...

...mirrors refract of blue, grays and greens molded together, patchwork of leans drowning withouts more than floating withins mindsided promises, neglectful of ends dripdry conundrums in, neat stagn......Read the rest...

...© 2012 (Jim Sularz) A stitch, a knot, a sudden tear, some missing counts along the folds. Her cloth was sewn in Life's fine linen, and bordered, in marygolds. Still monogrammed, but mostly......Read the rest...

...Rich dark blanket of night, Silken wrapper, inducer of sleep, You sooth the glare of harsh daylight strivings. Half of the world sinks into rest. Beyond the soft, tenebrous cloak: infinite brig......Read the rest...

...My little man, a sandman is about, take along, my dear, plaything, tomorrow you'll be in, somehow, with your neighbor boys, on gambling. I'm your father and your God… in your pocket a sweet ......Read the rest...

...Mystery of the Shoe Dad, I love my old brown shoes with their lace-up strings. They feel good, and they should For I wear them everywhere. You remember them. I’m sure you do. They have five......Read the rest...

...Staring at the curtains, sheer, hanging in the bedroom. Roses cut in lace, with vertical stripes spaced between vertical rows of eyelets. Ovals connected in chains from hem to hem. A loophole ......Read the rest...