Second Hand Poems - Poems about Second Hand

...Trinkets and treasures, given away Something for nothing, what can I say? Jewelry or gold Some artwork of old A gift for someone on my mind today Shopping, searching, a second hand store Pira......Read the rest...

...Accountancy  It was a quiet day, I was driving around  with my camera, but not in the mood to take pictures of my Savannah which is today a flat piece of land between to hills that look like t......Read the rest...

...Reading books, watching films, an endless fascination, creating anticipation, with wildfires of imagination. Judging books, that never works, with second-hand information, or based on expecta......Read the rest...

... past breaking point wound up to the limit ~ the hour hand passed a minute said the second hand to the pendulum ~ who snapped, it’s spring time innit By David Kavanagh......Read the rest...

...The wrong side of the tracks Where poverty is a fact We're poor to say the least Cannot afford to eat Second hand clothes to wear Full of holes and threadbare Imaginations a power for me Wh......Read the rest...

...He is cranking up the old rusty engine again, but all that work is in vain, sweat is running from his anxious face and grease is spilling all over the place. There he goes again with his tool bag and......Read the rest...

...Love in the forenoon It was a struggle, a poem insisted on giving birth I refused and insisted on abortion, as I no longer write poetry, when she stood in the doorway of my study, asked what I......Read the rest...

... One moment she was there and the next she was gone like the wind when it blows through the eaves, one moment she was there and the next, she was not The......Read the rest...

...In a Stolen Moment by Michael R. Burch In a stolen moment, when the clock’s hands complete their inevitable course and sleep is the night’s dark spell, I call it a curse, seeking the force,......Read the rest...

...The way she was standing So open ended The power she holds in just a glance I checked the notary with dexterity and the line in my head Saying “I’m not good enough for her” But I didn’......Read the rest...

...Years are piled in slouching display. Dust bobbles on a sunlit window, yet the small ragtag shop is dingy, without and within. Its second hand put downs, left to clutter; emblematic of one life......Read the rest...

...On the inside of the doohickey is the cogwheel thingamajig. And that thingamajig keeps the thingy working well. It turns and cranks and circles around and round like the second hand on an analog ......Read the rest...

... Wandering, ever wandering straddling cultural divides Never homing, ever-roaming o’er fretful borders or oceans’ high tides The hands of a tailor, a mender, a fixer-upper ......Read the rest...

...Dear Humans; I'm The Earth. I'm writing to you this letter from the near future. I have many things to tell you. I don't know where to start. On the first hand, let me tell you that my agony i......Read the rest...

...sun tanned unevenly, foxed grimy fingers caress bruising pounded by day's narration churlish in onyx, was its hint over feathered combs, see, of flicked, creased pages buried, stained words w......Read the rest...