Oddments Poems - Poems about Oddments

...Written: September 06, 2023 I dream poetry Sponsored by: Ink Empress ______________________________________________________________ I wander i......Read the rest...

...Pens, and pen knives, minor gadgets and gizmos, chopsticks old zippo lighters, motheaten books that crumble an old-fashioned wisdom into the mush of a quaint twaddle, words to muddle over on ......Read the rest...

...High alpine meadows are dusted with wildflowers, And the faraway horizon is outlined with craggy mountain peaks, Half-asleep lights blink through the sun-painted mist, The sunrays dip at varying a......Read the rest...

...He records the works of his life, the ephemera he once scrawled onto the tissue thin, thinking them indelible blueprints. Most were fables told to a dying legend, Pastimes, that were chariot whee......Read the rest...

...Poem is a patchwork quilt tacked up with emotions with words, oddments sublimely selected.........Read the rest...

...I find that if I cut a lens-size whole in a cardboard box then place that box over my head the stars arrange themselves into, not the named constellations, but ordinary oddments once lost then f......Read the rest...

...Her mind accumulates oddments and curios, contrivances with strange linkages, attachments that bolt unlikely parts together; the mechanics of metaphysics. Pieces of something she is sculpting o......Read the rest...

...He accumulates oddments and curios, contrivances with strange gears, attachments that bolt unlikely parts together. Pieces of something he is structuring or assembling, a mechanism too intrica......Read the rest...

...I was in a bookshop the other week (I’m a bit of a second-hand bookshop freak.) In the crafts and hobbies section I spied an interesting Home-Made Presents Guide. Now, I’m not tight-fisted but w......Read the rest...

...Haberdasher’s Thoughts The haberdasher has that season of the year he rids his racks, his bins of oddments. I have no season of the year like that. Today, or any day, a derby, spats or ......Read the rest...

...Musty boxes Resting belligerently in forgotten corners Gathering dust Waiting to be dissected Eviscerated Purged of their jumbled bits and bobs The oddments of a family of lives Muscled arms h......Read the rest...

...O, look how I shake the clouds Not to dust the oddments of Dreams, but to wish them back, sweet As your prurient lips!......Read the rest...

...It begins in innocence, The world greets, Wraps its arms tight, Welcomes! Honey sticky sweet childhood drips, lick. Dreams bloom, flourish, Wild hope rampant, vision sharp. ......Read the rest...