Jar Poems - Poems about Jar

Filling up the unknown eerie, Reason that turns-into weary, Slowly piling up the jar of fake Hopes Seems an open silk thread but truly-many suffocating ropes. A word so blind,that might relax their thirst. Ever wondered?when this jar breaks-a cloudburst. Leaving it empty-accepting what it may... Keeping up the truths-burying all concealed days....

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i feel like an empty jar, waiting, just for one thing. to be filled. i try to distract myself, to fill the empty space, however, it’s almost like there’s a leak in the jar. each effort to fill the jar, becomes a brief moment of relief, slipping through the cracks, leaving me hollow, wondering if anything can truly fill my jar i search for the sealant, something to fill...

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Life in a Jar I’d like to find a special jar To put aside some life, A jar that keeps both face and form, And stints the scourge of change. I’d put therein, a rusted leaf, Or summer’s one perhaps, To always have the seasons at The twisting of a wrist. I’d put therein, my true love’s kiss, To always know its...

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Because this glass jar I call life, overfills with the unforeseen, the lid almost bursting, G-d’s hand never giving in to the chaos, always holding down the lid. Because of the glimmer of sunlight that filters through my eyelids, this jar lid, is mine and I vow that I may savor the moments of sweet jam and brined...

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She was imaginative, artistic and clever. An inspired visionary who never said never. A poet, dancer, singer, choreographer, artist too. Bright, personable and ingenious, my sister Sue. We knew with these talents she would go far. But she fell in love with a controlling ass named Jar. Jar told her how high to jump, how to climb the stairs and such. Her...

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• I open the fridge and what do I see? • A jar full of mildew waiting for me • Out of the jar and into the sink • For one, the jar has mildew and smells really stink ...

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The weight I carried has settled, not vanished, but pinned in place - a fragile truce between my mind and the pills I swallow, trembling. They don’t call it a cure, and I don’t ask for one; but it’s enough to feel the unraveling slow. I feel the world bleed into softer shapes, colours no longer clawing at my skin, the air no longer...

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Fruit Jar The dried fruit jar indicates disagreement by using a high five. ...

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When you're here I feel ease When you're not I always feel An emptiness In my heart Like an empty jar The wind comes and goes Water flows in and out Nothing stays....

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caught fireflies in a jar mishandled- the jar broke fireflies flew away... understood- the jar was glass...

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I open the jar of poems like a bottle of whiskey on a long night, where the poet's whispers are raw and direct, a course of love in four acts, obsessions and (un)blamable loves writhe like cigarette smoke in the room, and we laugh blue, like ink spilled on a dirty table. I swallow the silence like a bitter...

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The Alabaster Jar Being Manifested by all the universe Accepting the gift of love Tiny steps, holding a blue alabaster jar with promises, love, peace, joy, and togetherness. Spring The cold, dark winters give way to spring. Sunny, warm days, the chirping of birds New life, new friendships Laughter, happiness, and bonding The alabaster jar still held everything—precious moments yet to unfold. Like a lamb frolicking...

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Much like the “cracker jack prize” At the bottom of the box As candy lore goes. That unique badge of honor For those who would dive deep To grasp the brass button. Beware this lure full of Deceit. Along the way you may yourself Delete....

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A small shadow has settled upon the glass jam jar on the desk, amongst a frozen swirl of pencils that are waiting patiently for inspiration to seize a hand and be picked up. ...

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Growing up I was small I constantly hit the wall I tried to be the best I could And always felt misunderstood I felt so far away And stuck somewhere I shouldn’t stay A broken family wildly torn Later something I would mourn I chased peaks way to high And never got to touch the...

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