Pinches Poems - Poems about Pinches

...Preferential treatment does hurt. Jealousy swept under bedskirt. She pinches the harp in background. Those black and blues strings, plucked, resound. The eldest withdraws with lone wor......

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... At last, the traffic comes to a halt.. the powdered clouds peep between hill tops as a lingering sigh pinches my flesh-- half weary, half shimmering in hours moist with late afternoon'......

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...olitude 4….. Incessant rain and the solitude: You, rain and the solitude A trilogy Things beyond reach, always loveable! A sort of old habit! Always I try to find the common thread! Ev......

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... His tie knotted tight at the collar pinches the neck, he’d love to holler Her corset pulled tighter than a drum she’d like to scream, but can only hum No ......

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... {"The ruins of you lie in the dusk, shall we take this dance or shall we not? You Grace me with your presence though my ambitious trust has vanished and fallen from a Terrance, your hand extend......

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...Avoiding Chores for Poetry Mom’s folding laundry as muse pinches me sheets flapping with ink scolding I get beat from both sides unlined bedding is blessed the future shakes out Mom’s......

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...'Cat's Cradle's' a string game, --forty inches enables a noose. Fastened end, handles it's stable. Weave string through finger-pinches finagles new patterns that'll form like, 'Candle......

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... Low on the horizon she appeared A silhouette of pulchritude Her face begged to be loved Her dress addressed her needs She was shy but attentive Her green eyes teared a little Her mouth p......

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...Red Oak menstruates in the heat of summer Beech and maples stand back from her labor Moonlight lifts her skirt Wind drifts through her leaves She stomps in circles only the owls divine Piper o......

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...Swimming in the ocean a wincing couple pinches Little creature on my leg not more than six or seven inches I looked again, to my surprise Hello! - a trilobite!......

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...I don’t get it The now of then The how of why The who of whom Six kids one toilet Last one in line Squeeze tight the cheeks Such drama, nobody speaks Hands that tell lies Search for ......

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...though pinches pierces the winter wind, versatile --- not worse than a foe 30 December......

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...Jesus stands before me with two broken arms He proclaims, "you are not forgivable" and tears ran down his face But I'm an innocent man I professed I have bee misjudged Bones protruding an......

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...Last night I dreamt of them Fleeing under the cover of darkness Liars, adulterers, murderers and thieves Terrified of the monsters on their heels They flew into an abandoned house and began push......

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...Snow sprays off crow wings. Flurries drift like torn lace curtains over the blacktop. The porch rocking chair is draped like a madhouse ghost. Nobody is going anywhere, the side-roads are ge......

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