Needles Poems - Poems about Needles

I remember how you used to roll your popcorn popper across the floor grinning and not paying attention to where you were going— and how happily you pretended to drive the rusty ’49 GMC pickup I was still trying to restore: Rosie, we called her, after Rosie the Riveter. Remember the didgeridoo? I bought it for you after we saw a performance of a didgeridoo quintet from down under. And...

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The apartment smelled like smoke Frail and fleeting I looked at her She never ate Always yelled I looked at him He never stayed Always somber Curled in a blanket on the floor Thin and cold Looking up at the ceiling A stain on the wall The window was open Screaming in the kitchen Needles on the floor The carpet dirty I walked around a little bit I lay back down There was...

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Blubber, don’t Bloober. Blibber, don’t Blabber. Nothing -- is Greater than Blue — fake Green and Its smell; Sharp Needles -- forever, to, Ever. Held In their long -- Immense Arms, full of Fake Cones. ...

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Living within shadows - darker than a clouded night. I'd lay down with my demons- so that we didn't have to fight. Engulfed me and my spirit- as if it were just up for grabs. The evil it consumeded me.- It took everything I had. I sought out ways to cure my pain- and the devil saw his...

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My cousin started molesting me at the age of 9. He said, “Don’t worry you’ll be just fine”. You told me I was special, said I was great but when my sister walked in she fell in a faint. I finally met my master, King- H. King said don’t worry I’ll make you feel great. You...

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I thought of you alot today While sitting near the bridge I wonder, did your ears ring? Even just a smidge? Well all I know is if they did They must have rang alot You were on my mind so much More often than were not I pretended you were with me Even spoke to you out loud But then I changed from heart to...

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One fine thing about Rhoda was her smile: She had ways of taking it to a mile, Its richness as unfading as ever; So seraphic with her glass of Eva One could not her link with widow, Her smiles doing the good job of shadow… Smiles with a skill of checking abrupt tears And she trusted would not unveil new fears: Really, Rhoda...

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Self help addict needles unsuspecting reader Expounded late today April 27th, 2023 since being written countless years ago maybe a baker's dozen as thee doodling cock doth crow scouting about for carrion scavenging for dead animals and rooting about garbage to sell at annual corvus entrepôt, where at birds eye view buzzfeeding crowdsource talon (telling) the famed truth regarding chicken scratch scrawled...

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African youth on the Pins and needles, Pains...huh! So painful ...Yooh!. African youth shout Shout loudly... Eh! Crying in exposing  the power hunger, Which is called selfishness in tongue Of genial. Some people out there are hungry for powers, Some politicians out there  want to die on the Golden soffers, Reason why we can witness how  some sons, Daughters...

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The needle was my destiny yet I choose to be free, crystals dance inside my dreams but I choose life no more flames licking at a glass bowl, no more chasing fantasies my faith changed me; to be a faithful wife and loving mother, no longer a lowly drug addict laying on the bathroom floor, with blood dripping from my arm angels know my name and Jesus sings...

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Deathly afraid of needles Barbie began to whine and wheedle Aw, Doc, before you plunge in that syringe Listen to this, try not to cringe Studies show that needle-induced trauma afflicts 98% of birthing mommas... But Doc went ahead, stuck in...

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pins and needles sewn across the bed in threads of yellow-brown and rosy, red stitched across my sheets and embroidered to my bed and pillow eye to eye with pins and needles a prickly pair pinned to my bed and pillow...

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Sometimes it’s the first one we pick up…sometimes it’s the fourth or fifth…but when we find it…we mutually agree…for we always know when we have found our perfect Christmas tree. And though we know it is a symbol of what this season is meant to be…for us it is also a once a year representation of...

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11/03/21 pine needles soon amber colored trickle among azaleas' strewn In the thinking process.. Finis' today.....

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all the gold of October is in pine tree needles...

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