Hobnail Poems - Poems about Hobnail

...Three-Legged Table As I drove through an old neighborhood, I spotted a garage sale sign. I pulled off to the side of the street. With impatience, I couldn't get out of the car quick enough. Rig......Read More

...My coping method fraught with utmost futility thus... My professional treatment plan predicated upon duress in extremis hence Electroconvulsive therapy, a last ditch effort I avail and surrend......Read More

...Despite emotional, financial, grammatical... any woe that doth assail whereat early in the morning until late at night tub bail sinking craft, not possible (essentially 24/7), I bewail, whe......Read More

...Electroconvulsive therapy, a last ditch avail able effort optioned, aye bewail as desperation if standard psychological measures peter out leave ving paul tree (paltry) choice,......Read More

...Antiques and Curios A collection of Antiques and curios, Covered in dust on a cellar floor. Things once made for a purpose, No longer of use anymore. Record Player with wind-up handle, Onc......Read More

...They were strong men of steel In flat caps and hobnail boots, hunger pains all they could feel dressed in Sunday best suits, poor diet of potato and marrow no more ships, unemployment high ......Read More

...(521 Australian servicemen were killed in the Vietnam War. Menzies = Australian leader, septic tanks = "yanks", Queensberry = fair, as in the rules of boxing, bonzer = good) I'm Billy Bohane......Read More

...How intoxicated I am with the swirl of armies, bodies and armor. Trampled by those running away from or running to war. But we're all hungry ghosts, moving towards our deaths with a casual sense, ......Read More

...Pin The Tail On The Donkey Eyes exquisitely piercing Cut me deep with lure, Seeing all that's fearsome Yet so innocent and so pure. Fluttering like a butterfly, Squinting like a whore, ......Read More

...Matchstick Bikes To tinkers and toilers I salute, From mending boilers to weaving jute, Man and boy for generations, I will unemploy your occupations. To bre......Read More

...To Catch A Butterfly I stand beside a wilderness to gaze upon unfamiliar shores where life once appeared so intimate midst the savage lion's roars, Yet I'm detached ......Read More

...The pup is tired now Sleeping like a baby Looking Innocent Dreaming of her days victories Her head inside a slipper Biting the hand that fed Beating up an hobnail boot Chasing the mop that w......Read More

...I once awoke into a dream And there I saw a sight. Adrift, a draft of Daffodils Breezed on a hard day's night. Still looking up and at the sky, A Dandelions nest, Shone down like rays of But......Read More

...four star circus side show of war, thugs on a hillside another killing floor, greedy men squabble loudly gulping down the poor, coalition vacuole futility galore, sobbing children in the ......Read More

...Cover me in feathery down, warmth against winter chills and frozen ground leave me to sleep in deep refrain, until tidal waves recreates my home again. Step, step, stepping in deep snow, Hobn......Read More