Pocket Knife Poems - Poems about Pocket Knife

...tin cup music life’s story was etched on her face carved with pocket-knife memories rubbed in with grammar school erasers and colored like heavy wet fog on a stinson beach winter’s morn......

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...he said its not all men, but whilst that is true, why would you pick this precise moment to make it about you, it's not all men, but it's almost always someone we know, every woman has something......

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... Mona Lisa’s crooked smile on a half-crushed Campbell’s Soup can Joe Dimaggio reciting his pronouns uneasily then lowering his batting hand into a scalding hot cup......

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...Times fault? I rush to my office, my key pearls twinkeling twinkeling on the side of my pocket, doing annoying sounds. ,,Sami!" ,,What?!", he looks up mad: ,,Why are you out of breath, why do......

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...Honestly. I'm dealing with a lot of things that bother me. I'm fiending at the weekends, just to break up the monotony. There's gotta be.. A better way to deal, so what you got for me? A ......

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... On those long days when it was too hot to ride or run, a boy would find an island of cool beneath a tree and sit there with his pocket knife to whittle away time and a piece of wood. A goo......

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...a fat black bumpy snake took me hostage in a roll. pulled me right down into the farthest darkest hole What the heck! What the heck! What the heck! whoa! I yelled out for he had his fangs around m......

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...When you ask me about myself, I will take note of your lack of eyes, Because you have no eyes, I will tell you all my secrets I will tell you how I wish on stars, And how for years I thought T......

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...Dad could have left but he stayed put, and he kept his lips locked, though a hissing cat escaped from his hie throat occasionally. Mother would say stuff, poisonous stuff stuff that would make ......

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...I bought a submarine. Not the sandwich either, a full on submarine. I got rid of all the useless stuff of course. Scrapped all the metal hulls, dumped the useless motor, left the curved propellers in......

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...My grandfather made a gift of his pocket knife. It wasn’t in his will or anything, he just quietly took my hand, put the silver knife, shining after all these years, into my palm and folded his wrink......

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...I once belonged to a garden shed it had a small window you could look inward into it. There I sat smoking a funky tobacco and cleaning my fingernails with a small gun metal pocket knife. Occ......

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...Never go back to look for them, those things you lost, not just things, like your hair, or a favorite pocket knife. Remember 'Teddy Boys' ? You were born too late to wear the slim suited, dra......

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...underwater thinking about slaughter open to discussion wanting to play percussion refusing to breath easy having difficulty and feeling queasy hearing a different rhythm trapped in a spinning ......

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...I remember I dumped you on that one date Two years ago I said that I would be your soul mate I told you we would always be a pair I told you as I held you that I’d always be there I love, I’m sor......

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