Holes Poems - Poems about Holes

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Why do some coins purposefully have holes punched in the middle? To save copper, silver and gold? Guess again. So you can hang them on Christmas trees Or around dog’s necks on their collars? Maybe They were actually made this way So you could string them together and keep track of them The sad thing is, It would make things easier for a snatch...

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I dream in tensors, sleep in curves, A fabric bent by mass that swerves— Space and time, a unified song, Where gravity has whispered long. A point—no width, no height, no breadth, A singularity spells time’s death. But in the depths, a passage hides, Through quantum seams, where dark divides. A wormhole yawns, its throat aglow, Two mouths that neither age nor know The clocks...

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Howard thought holes in his jeans was fashionably in style He tore them all down the pants leg, wearing a smile His mother told him he could not leave the house on his horse Unless he wore long underwear, and he did it of course He was glad he did, for these holes were in the wrong places He had...

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The Stars. They are like holes in the deep of darkness, Through which our little hope escapes, The hope that helps us survive... In a world full of irony....

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Poking holes, In the shadows, A tiny light starts to grow. Darkness, Running from its Glow. Its a slow process, There is no contest Light dawns on darkness, adding to its conquest. There to reveal, To show whats real. Illuminating the Fear, Hiding anywhere. So we can be Aware, That it's there. And rise above, Shining Bright, Love wins its fight. Poking holes in the shadows, Brightening tomorrows, Lightening the sorrows. Spreading as it goes. Sharing what...

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Hate hangs from me like a disintegrating cloak It’s sickly oil tendrils trailing from me It never gives passes Eloquent in its misuse Scratching its way through the sheerness. of the slivers Feeling so black that blue isn’t quite enough Love drapes from me like a sculpted marble toga It’s twirling twines exploding into fluff It lives in the past and futures Incoherently overused It coddles...

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All rabbits chased out of their holes, Snakes now make their burrows their own: Their venom, their flight it controls. All rabbits chased out of their holes. How to scare out the snakes, their goals? The snakes not worried, as they moan. All rabbits chased out of their holes, Snakes now make their burrows their homes....

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My father, complex, yet now understood, His behavior was shaped by his neighborhood. He called them "A-holes," and they called him the same, But the environment was really the one to blame. From giant beasts to tiny bugs in a dance, Our behaviors are dictated, not left to chance. Imagine a world with less conflict and fights, Understanding...

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A poem which shows the value of poetry to letting the mind run free. There's an outline around the unseeable—the temptation to lick it, knowing it's like the inside of the freezer wall. The lure, being the spilled ice lolly looking flavoursome, is insane. You wouldn't do it twice, nor would you have the opportunity. So resist—that's...

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Robert Lloyd Sherriff - Australian Poet, Author, Actor, and Model: American Historian. Cosmic Black Holes and Earthly Voids” beautifully intertwines the mysteries of the cosmos with the depths of our planet. His verses draw parallels between black holes and sinkholes, exploring themes of gravity, darkness, and the potential for new beginnings even in the darkest places. The...

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Are you happy? Doing what you love? Working around the rules?...

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Dodging one here, dodging one there, Riding along without a care. Three in a row, which way do I go, I close my eyes and curse the so and so. Oh! what a bang, the old van shook, But at least it is still going and not in a ruck. ...

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Humans and habits, Both like celestial bodies. Humans are the planets, And habits are the stars. The habit that lingers slowly turns, Into a vast black hole, a dark abyss, Hard to escape, we spiral inward, Tumbling into its void. But is it truly impossible to escape? Though I am no scientist, I know that before the universe, Our science was inconceivable. So by what logic do...

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Oh gaping chasm of misfortune A sign of council extortion? Roads not fit for purpose Driving makes us nervous Neglect of civil responsibility The cause of such hostility Oh pot hole why so terrible Our roads are just unbearable What future for these holes? Maybe roadside fishbowls? My rage is like a rabid wolverine I shall write today to the queen Dear Queen Camilla Parker Bowls Please...

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