Hammer In Poems - Poems about Hammer In

... I was born with a hammer in hand Breaking down connections From the moment I could breathe My first steps were into the soles of rejection. I find myself wondering “Does it have to end this ......

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...Wow lucky me I came to you so free I’m leaving you broken Uprooted no tree No oxygen, no nothing Just barely even there That’s what happens when you give yourself to Someone who barely ev......

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...Acres and acres of barren land. The dried tumbleweeds roll across the open field, their roots dry and uprooted. The quiet cotton field where slavery once beckoned, the sounds of voices chanting, ......

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...The wood was perfect. Hammer in hand, he toiled. Sweat trickled down his neck. Her face was chiselled, A perfect portrait: The hawk-like nose, The high cheekbones, The wide brow. But not her......

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...My heart beats like a hammer in my chest No respite, no rest, no rest, no rest Metaphorical corners that I am trapped in No action/reaction now could result in a win Withdraw out of the game as......

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...Astonishment The queen in her gilded coach pulled by white horses Came gliding on the sea, towards the sandy shore Where men stood waited to be knighted. They had done their duty to keep thei......

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...Backyard Mechanic by Bob Moore © 2019 I’m a guy of the ‘60’s and ‘70’s, a Ford man, or a Holden or two we didn’t bother with garages, if the car broke, we knew what to do We only needed a spann......

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...THE CAT Oooh. Some things you wouldn’t believe, would you? When I moved into Beaumaris Avenue, number 4 I met Gladys, who lived next door. She lived alone with her cat, called Jed, A big black m......

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...Dad, I loved it when you showed me how to hammer in a nail. The many times at the lake you carried my shovel and my pail. When you taught me how to hold a hockey stick. Shooting the puck is what ......

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...Little by little the red bricks begin to fall apart he is getting ready to take the staircase to heaven she watches from a window the hunch of his back outside the garden......

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...Joyful, he sings He bumps, in to things His forehead is scarred From cuts and dings Peppered with paint From head to toe Bless his heart He doesn’t know With so much to do Too preocc......

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...THIS IS A STORY OF "OLE" MEIN FABLE WHO HAD A TALKING HORSE IN HIS STABLE HIS COWS COULD TALK AND HIS ROOSTERS COULD SING THEY TOOK A CERTAIN PLEASURE TO THE JOY IT COULD BRING THE HOGS DRANK BE......

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...She watched, in horror As the man hit the nail The hammer was an enemy The best she could tell She observed a child Emulate his father With a tiny thwack He hit another man's daughter She......

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...Pounds! Pounds! Pounds! Step on scale, gotta lose weight, Pounds, pounds, pounds. Pound in new habits, eat right, run more Run round, round, round. Can’t wait, step on scale, Sure I’ve lo......

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...for you I beat a skip and I skip a beat, for you I do it endlessly it isnt a simple feat, for you I melt when in love and i beat in pain, for you I beat in sport, but never in vain, for you ......

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