A streak of moonlight cuddled by the chair placed in the balcony, outside
The ricocheting time and I, and the solar moonlight, a moonlit foamy, a subtle tide
My daughter beside me, and a diamond stud, her nose knows her black heads, in a way, fortitude
A face and a lit, a solar and a misfit
a questioner, closest, midfielder, lifelong
my quenching oasis, amidst my torn life, vagabond
I saw my brazen Fenugreek, my curry, my grave failure, a Maugham outspoken in mom
My dish said a delicacy long ago, with your perfect soft, melted ambiance
my soul, my Mosul,my Samara , my mina and my minaret
They kept your calendar tales and fruit punch , they never quite gripped
The midnight hymn and the enclosing, merging with the foamy sea, rhythm
I saw a morn, a corn, of the needle in a haystack, where even the arch angel ask.
My daughter, sleeping beside me, my soul within, in the depth of the moonlight!
If I had to use one word to describe our relationship it would be ‘dim’
Never something
But never nothing
No, we never talked about it like we were each others’ sun
Maybe a flickering star at best
Like a needle in a haystack
It wasn’t apparent to everyone
But at least it was there
A spark in the dark always seems brighter than it is
So when it was snuffed out I went blind for a second
All I had were questions
The answers were right in front of me
But alas, it was too dark to see
So I ran into anything that felt like light
I realize that I hate being a moth
If I could be a firefly instead I think I’d be happier
We’d be happier, not that there is a ‘we’ anymore
A part of me thinks
maybe you’d come flapping back to me
If I could be a firefly
Storm's brewing inside
Idea of being behind
Like a needle in a haystack
You seek, I hide
So-called friends were here
but now, where?
Years of realization,
led to one conclusion
Convenience over you
An option, quite true
Knowing it late
but hey, no hate
I won't be around
fill the blanks throughout
Using the lid
'cause I'll be off the grid.
The leafless woods,
frigid in December
Allowed me in,
Like a needle in a haystack,
Just so I could feel
The fondness of familiar love …..
A forest landscape
Luxurious as the icicles
That hung thick as steel
From the trees,
Sunlight piercing each one
Into a separate crystalline
Flash of prism light
Removing any thought
Of a winter void,
So that only the astounding
Gift of light
Surrounded
Any remnant of fear
Absorbing it into
The languid moment
Of a frozen river
Turning it back into
The boldness of
An everlasting hope.
Sadness lingers sorrow drapes my pain four years and still, I hear the doves cry
As I struggle not having my ride to die by my side
As the pavement feels like quicksand slowly pulling me in we're the sky is always gray
Still, I stay holding my head up high so that no one sees me cry
When I bend and have a meltdown time slow on healing wounds,
To deeply embedded memories of a love that fitted like a glove now flys like a dove
In a clear blue sky
Sorrow for wish I do not want to borrow hides in the corners of my wounded soul
My mate has left a bitter taste of life alone tow peas in a pie had to say goodbye
Monalisa to her Picasso a love so hard to find like a needle in a haystack
Flashbacks are all I have left of resting in pieces of my love
Why a 'needle' in a haystack
What's it doing there
And 'a stitch in time 'saves nine' ~
If nine more stitches, who cares
And who ever cries over 'spilled milk'
I'm certainly not of that ilk
If 'a penny' saved were a MILLION earned
Then perhaps I'd dress in silk
All I'm saying here, my friends
Is it might be wise to analyze
Why we say, 'Want fries with that'
~ Why risk eating your hat
Set sail in the Sunset
When the world was big
and the ship I was onboard left Trinidad
sailed to the Panama Canal.
We crossed the Pacific Ocean, and we were alone
in a world so big.
Then the Indian Ocean, the world was endless
finding an island, a needle in a haystack.
It was long ago, long before Apollo made the world
into a small planet in the vast universe
and the moon was a balloon, as David Niven said.
Our world has shrunk, it is a tiny place, yet we fight
for religion or some silly political views.
True friendship is rare
It’s one in a million
A mirror image, a twinning
Mutual acknowledgement
In knowing
She’s the one
Who pays attention
Listens with intention
Can read your thoughts
Before you think them
With whom you share
Truth
Respect
Consideration
Humour
Joy
Pain
Love
No conditions
Sometimes critical
Even reproachful
But always understanding
Who keeps you in line
Before you cross it
To the point of no return
Who puts you before herself
Because that’s just who she is
One in a million
A needle in a haystack
To be treasured forever
That friend is you to me
And me to you
N-eedle in a haystack
E-agerly evades the finder;
S-earch is so difficult
T-o any serious seeker.
O-n the twenty-seventh of July, the truth is finally found;
R-emain inside the fold, till you hear the trumpet sound.
E-ach elect has found
C-omplete peace of mind;
H-aystack and zone of lies
A-re truly left behind.
N-o unbeliever can see, detect or even track;
O-utsiders look at the faith like a needle in a haystack.
I
Just
Stand
Here
alone.
Factually,
A feat,
A pinnacle of
Engineering at almost
A thousand meters high,
A colossus, an omnipresence
Comparable to God-
a man made concept
advertised to exhaustion.
Amongst concrete caricature
cliche’d into postcards and keychains, I am
The subject, the focus and distinguished character;
an over- exaggerated needle in a haystack.
In status of Symbol of City, I am the entirety of the City-
Iron soaked cement stands for a point proven.
Isn’t that why you’re here?
Why exactly I was made in such manner perhaps
Remains more of a mystery to you than to me, I think.
I suppose its only a difference of our perspectives.
I cannot claim to understand it fully myself;
you’re only here to gaze into glare of glass panes,
To burn white spots into your vision;
a mirage dancing on a surface too hot to touch.
I don’t have much choice on the other hand- you put me here and made this mine.
The sun’s reflection on windows sink with the dusk,
harsh light dulling to transparency.
Its like only I can see the red lights shine through this golden city.
her eyes were blue skies
the thrill of the hunt was a long track
she was like finding a needle in a haystack
he finally captured her eyes
thread to bare was full size
threading the needle took patience and tack
connie pachecho
3/7/17
She lives
against all odds
'needle in a haystack'
stranger gave her a new kidney
new life
Have I ever told you how
wonderful you are?
well if I didn't now I'm telling you
your wonderful I wouldn't
be the person I am today
if it wasn't for you
the way you stay on
me about doing the right thing
the way you curse me out
if I get on your nerves or if I
just catch you on a bad day
not to mention the fact that
you went above and beyond
for me, past the call of duty
and for that I am forever grateful
so the only thing I can do
is to help you in anyway possible
anything you want
you can have it
I would move the stars
and the heavens for you if I could
so thank you for everything
that you have done
and are still doing
so don't ever say that I don't
appreciate you when I do things
that don't make sense
because I am only human
and I will make mistakes
but one thing that I wouldn't do
is take you for granted
because without you I
would be lost like a needle in a haystack
so just bear with me a little while longer
and I promise you that I
will make you proud of me
and that will be my way of
showing you just how much
I appreciate you and what you do
thank you for being who you are
because no one can do you
better than you
that december, i found my body had really been his all along.
this movie is breaking my heart.
i could have written volumes about the way he was ****ing me,
or the reasons he loved me,
or his favorite ways to die.
and then the summer came, and i gave my skin, my heart and liver and lungs away to him.
but i kept singing in the morning for him.
i was wrapped up in a blanket beside a stolen lake, i was going to take his arms with me.
i was hot and dehydrated and losing my faith.
and then he was kneeling at my feet and i felt my womb swell up for him.
i thought he was my needle in a haystack, my one in a million love story, i would have believed forever.
i thought that time couldnt keep up with us and that the whole world would just remain still while we were alive.
i thought the wicked pieces had been washed away in the torrents of calm we had, only, alone
Been looking for love
And I know it’s very near
But every time I find it
It always seems to disappear
Maybe I don’t know what
It is really I’m searching for
What if I had it already?
And let it walk out the door
I feel so lost in this world
With a monkey on my back
Finding some one to love
Is like a needle in a haystack
Though I found some one
But I was so wrong about that
She made it crystal clear
When she hit me slap
So I said ok no problem
Just another notch on my knife
Another pair of high heels
Stepping all over my life
Went down the road too far
And I can’t make my way back
Just left wondering lost
Like a needle in a haystack
Why do we hurt our self?
For those who are not worth it
If my grandmother was alive
Would say stop being so stupid
My Grandmother was very smart
It’s like she can see the future
If she says that girl is trouble
Bet your dollar it ends in disaster
So from today I’m done
Stop looking for love completely
If a girl wants to give me her love
She has to come to me
We know it’s not going to happen
So why give my self a heart attack
When it’s clear for me to see
I’m just like needle in a haystack
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.