Pocketknife Poems - Poems about Pocketknife

...World famous player of the five fingered flute, Wasn't quite so happy as he used to be. Being alone with just his flute, Nice clothes, And lounging around, Didn't do much to make ......Read the rest...

...With just a few short strokes, and the ink of a magical pen. You can clear the air of pollution, or simply be young again. Memories once made, can be brought back and given life. Like grandpa wh......Read the rest...

...Alone I walk among the shards of life To see the things that I have left behind I hope that I have minimized some strife Because the things I do I can't unwind When I examine the words some say......Read the rest...

...I have said it before in previous poems, Yet my message has not been heeded, We don't need you telling us how good we are, And that you envy our place in the world, Little old New Zealand, The l......Read the rest...

...I can't decide if I like today, today's the day that I shall stay. Stay where I have started from, for now I've stayed complitely calm. The weather is still boring me, but now I feel it and I ......Read the rest...

...I come from the country,I'm proud to say, Playing with rocks in the creek,half of the day. Watching my grandmother wash clothes on an old time washboard, Times was hard,that’s all s......Read the rest...

...Plump grapes patiently wait on their vines To be plucked in the prime of life Give a toast to this spirit sublime Oh the joy of sipping away the days decline Eagerly pop open the cork with my pock......Read the rest...

...whittlin' away - an essay I went to buy a pocketknife recently for a preteen I know, a small boy with wide dreams and spaces to live in that match The usual hardware haunt was quite limited in its ......Read the rest...

...Romantic symbols of a tender day, hearts with initials were carved on a tree. In the spring of my life on this perfect April day, we lay down to dream of what would be. Beneath a young oak I sat on h......Read the rest...

...Going bush So I suppose if the world explodes With war and misery I will go bush, Atom bombs will push Me away from the great city Return to the fiftys lifestyle Box of matches an a pock......Read the rest...

...WISH BOAT my wish boat rushes away in the swift spring creek, I'm keeping it in sight as long as possible, just like when I was a little boy Dad taught me how to make boats fro......Read the rest...