Marbles Poems - Poems about Marbles

I heard a song about a pretty bird. As he flies, he clearly warbles, the prettiest sound you ever heard. Below, a boy has lost in marbles, but he never said a word. As he sits, the words he garbles, Stranger things, you've never heard, ever since he lost his marbles. ...

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There is no glass container, no ultra-clean preservation. Even if you've only sat on the sill, my belief about knocks varies day to day. Let me paint myself ~ my purest self ~ the one never damaged by unintentional hits and scuffs, the one that, every evening, was put perfectly back...

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• Blazing hot ice • Chilly open flames • Animals wearing clothes • Humans with no names • Empty houses with legs • Rats hatching from eggs • Marbles from the water faucet • Shucking pods and getting pegs in ...

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I don't want to pay the price of my own bad decisions I wish I could run away from this bad vision I can't change nothing I can't glue the divisions so little is in my hand to avoid the collision I don't want to pay this price can you spare me the pain? come down from the sky and tell me we'll be ok no...

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I scratched my head my brain fell out It ambled 'cross the table Stared at me most curiously, grinned ~ Then pronounced me disabled...

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"Marbles" losing oneself in the dance is like a game of marbles snookered you shoot the pot corner hole unlit never never give up it soon becomes the win when you lose your marbles you're leagues way ahead when they drop you take the fall there's only one way to go, and that is up twister is not a game it’s not all that you’ve read dance...

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I seem to have lost my marbles I've looked high and low Now I'm in a panic... Where did my marbles go? It wasn't very long ago That I thought I was switched on But I dropped the bag And now they have all gone I'm anxious to retrieve them If you see them let me...

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Racing, racing, racing… Begins when the covers engulf me In the lunar blackness Where small sounds groan Oh I’ve bested you, my friend! Wait, that argument was four days ago Fear, is death For he who fails to Act on ambition Out of fear, dies An inch with each waning The Marble Faun How did Faulkner conjure such A picturesque title? But what does it mean? Racing, racing, racing… Few hundred...

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I remember shooting marbles during recess time. There were puries, tiny worlds of milky blindedness. Big heavy steelies, bearings from salvaged, derelict machines, Hematite cores of some new known planets. And cats' eyes with color-filled center swirls. I horded them in a sweat darkened leather pouch. A drawstring puckered shut this purse's mouth. Sanctioned by an adult playground guard: Risking all for a...

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Billy Carts and Marbles Yes, we all played marbles when we were just kids, Had a big ‘Tom Bowler’ and a bag full of migs. Held onto your marble with fingers and thumb No fudging allowed, and your eye was the plumb. Picked out your opponent and stayed on the line, Connect with a’ kisser’ that marbles now mine. I also had...

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Bright shiny new marbles, we knew just what to do Bro and I slid them on the floor as the door went smack clickety clack we just laughed and rolled some more... The year was 1967 and the colors in our head had wit and sparkle we rolled them in the heel of our hand ...

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marbles in centrifugal spin quasar ...

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Celestial chandeliers, strung aloft the Milky Way Aligning as constellations, invisible by light of day Torches burning, that the sun prevents us to behold Earth's luminaries ignite as dusk begins to unfold Yielding glitter more lustrous than flecks of feldspar Evoking optimistic wishes from those near or far Magnificently they sparkle on a black background Alight are these orbs, as jewels...

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One day at a New york city shop, I met a man selling marbles, For money he wanted to swap, But I really wanted some barbels. "Got any barbels?" asked I. "For that's how I'll spend my money." "No barbels here!" said the guy. He seemed to find it quite funny. "We've got some lovely cakes, I'll give you a very fine price." "I'd rather...

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Your Eyes Are Like Magic Marbles Your eyes are like magic marbles made of blue sky madness, they draw my sharpest senses inward rendering me helpless to your red devouring lips, which pucker with a blinding instinctive intensity, as with silent snakes seeking a cooler ground, hidden inside a hotbed of conniving bulrushes; your perfumed presence bringing out deliriously a powerful...

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