Matchstick Poems - Poems about Matchstick

match stick giving a dancing shape to the gloomy legs...

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A head full of hair Walking on a weak foundation The chic new style fills the aisles And sweeps entire generations But we live in a time where all women pine For the look of a matchstick girl! Strange as I see them My smile froze on my lips I felt sorry for limbs looking like sticks For society they burnt themselves down Contemplating life,...

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1 Rain for weeks bruised October. The burden of bitter air spewed from the drain of my swollen yard. Already the birds had turned to pirates. I saw the night let a blind rag wing dive from a tree into the rapids of a sidewalk, rolling, crumbling like a mad leaf. 2 The afternoon had cleared and...

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Matchstick One tree Yields one million One burns one million Trees Date: 06/05/2019 *Modern Cinquain...

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Matchstick Girl. Matchstick Girl in ragged clothes, lace up shoes and purple toes. 'Come buy your matchsticks from me sir, your wife all fancy in her fur'. Every night on London's streets there were matchstick girls with clip clop feet. Men with sticks and big top hats, cobbled streets with hungry cats. Gaslights dimming out the night, pavement shadows causing fright. The matchstick girl to a window...

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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 brewers in sheds I sink...

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Smoke me out and cancer I remember when I was your stick thin, pretty grin, dimple in the chin --nice dancer And your navel, the bucket of my quench, catches the spins of your call and my answer And when your hand grabs elbows and I laugh and spin at the ribboning of my temples I know this is the stop You see,...

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