Matchbox Poems - Poems about Matchbox

...Moon's midriff chequered with light blue letterboxes and legos Carbon-dating the museums of our miniature hands riding the nightingale jukeboxes, Contoured in concertos of glacier nightgowns and ......Read the rest...

...These past years I have progressively lost My inner child People Trust ......Read the rest...

...Screen springs to life Icons populate digital landscape There in the middle sits that little box Please enter your password Thinks what was it? Do you want a hint? Who was your best friend in......Read the rest...

...I am hungry, Like a matchbox girl in December, Threadbare and falling apart, Shivering as I stand alone. I am hungry, Like a teenage girl in front of a mirror, Pinching her skin and breathing......Read the rest...

...And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said: Speak to us of children And he said: Oh multitudes of children Sensually sensitive (1) O piece of my liver - my dewy hair, My day - m......Read the rest...

...You are a thousand miles of sheer delight, When I turn the key our passions ignite, Firing off a strong robust heart that's yours, My knees weaken waxing your sleek contours, O' my splendiferous,......Read the rest...

...Dawn develops with snowflakes It also commences with sunny glow The peak stands with green bushes with some small fleece like folks. Fleece folks with Liliputs owners grazing with passion. There ......Read the rest...

...The Little Tykes The little tykes, They’re early trained To hold onto little bags — To carry their collected needs, Or special treats, Or found symbols of imaginings To be kept for them alo......Read the rest...

...A thousand years ago or more or perhaps last year or a mere four decades ago mind arose from its hibernation and it knew it was awake. There have been times when sleep came yet again (about 10......Read the rest...

...As children we revelled in nature’s playground Lying in cool grass watching clouds sail by Sharing with playmates ‘treasures’ we’d found Caterpillars, beetles - a dead dragonfly Jars of black tad......Read the rest...

...“This circus is falling…” It’s circa 1997; I’m in Charlotte, NC It’s a 13-week consulting gig, my longest ever I come home every few weeks Long days at the customer site A hostile environment;......Read the rest...

...Come the if and when All that of me is to be left Can be placed or fit inside a coffin or an ashen matchbox May this i pray my final wish be That the prevailing winds Not only the st......Read the rest...

...A Lollipop Day A swing stalls mid swings kicked dirt strewed a ground a swing seat goes empty a boy whacks away at clung dirt ~~lawn trails a dusty path, Blue jeans stand a......Read the rest...

...Our children and grand children have all grown… which is as it should be…I don’t mind but every now and then I miss the innocence they left behind… It’s not that their innocence is gone forever.......Read the rest...

...You made me a little sofa for my dollhouse, With a piece of cloth and an empty matchbox The other day was the doll’s wedding, a happy time Then you cooked me rice pudding in little saucers ......Read the rest...