Pincushion Poems - Poems about Pincushion

... "Treasure Box" The etymologist considered "themselves" singular; like a butterfly collector they pulled the pincushion out from the treasure box and proceeded to cap......Read the rest...

...Bruising my vein Can’t stay in my lane Don’t even feel any pain Acting like my arms are a pincushion A dirty needle about to push in Need that rush Want the voices to hush Never coming down ......Read the rest...

...My battered razor cut tormented heart So tender so heavy and full of tears My heart sunk into the consuming unforgiving fathoms Of the darkest deepest coldest sea The waves never washed th......Read the rest...

...Most of my precious childhood memories center around my mother. She’s the reason why I’m alive, why I smile, and why I cry. The memory of her, her strength, her compassion, and her integrity flow thr......Read the rest...

...I open the sewing basket, letting my eyes and hands run over the tools she had used—the scissors, the darning egg, the pins and pincushion, and spools of thread. I gaze at the metal spool-shaped bob......Read the rest...

...Can blackwater lilies sing forth sonnets of daylight and unsung those cacophonous notes of omen, which rhymed with sombre elixir of spruce rivulets and veiled your crimson tou......Read the rest...

...Poked just once and you left a hole stole what was in my arsenal; Wounded with a laceration now closer to no emotion; Pincushion heart takes every prick, the act can be so sadistic; A ......Read the rest...

...I opened the sewing basket, letting my eyes and hands run over the tools she had used—the scissors, the darning egg, the pins and pincushion, and spools of thread. I gazed at the metal spool-shaped ......Read the rest...

...cockeyed pincushion stabbed prickly but no blood i admire you so puffed up and proud always ready for grandma i poke you silly......Read the rest...

...*Image of Pincushion Needle by Google.com pincushion hypodermic needles ever searching for pain~~ finds me 2022 January 11 *1st Place* A STRAND (1050) ~~Brian Strand: Judged......Read the rest...

...Industrious buzz of solo bee search jackpots Unashamedly trial diving in each lurid shell Stickier with every trumpet he giddily accosts Finds further stupor in fluted sweet compel Ruffled taff......Read the rest...

...The Grand Ball. . The amorous ambient moon Hung full and high Perched within the Twinkling Dark velveteen pincushion sky The welcoming warmth of a pleasant Summers embrace Ambles on at a stea......Read the rest...

...Shivering with cold the patient reposed on the lightly padded table Trying not to move for acupuncture needles were all over now- in her arms, her feet, and her tummy Ouch! She said as they were p......Read the rest...

...At seventy-plus, the top of my noggin is a barren landscape that once grew a messy crop of auburn hair. And yet, some scattered strands of grey still, sprout here and there above a fussy h......Read the rest...

...Under The Same Moon and stars. Sometimes I look up to the opalescent milky moon Set among a vast fascinating Star filled pincushion soft velvet night Deep in wonder awe And delight And I ......Read the rest...