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Short Pincushion Poems

Short Pincushion Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Pincushion by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Pincushion by length and keyword.


Premium Member Cockeyed Pincushion
cockeyed pincushion
stabbed prickly but no blood
i admire you 

so puffed up and proud 
always ready for grandma
i poke you silly...

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Categories: pincushion, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th
Form: Senryu



Premium Member Pincushion - Hiku
*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 2022 January 13
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© Hilo Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: pincushion, anxiety, courage, fear, pain,
Form: Haiku
Premium Member Sewing Basket
Toothpaste
soap
candles
Matches
three dimes
small yellow rubber ducky
Dog treats
diet pills
red, white and blue buttons,
assortment of threads
rickrack
scotch tape
needles
missing bracelet
pincushion
measuring tape
Nails
stickers
temporary tattoos
Sewing box gone wild...

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Categories: pincushion, nonsense,
Form: List
Premium Member A Heavy Heart Sinks Deep Into The Sea
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 the tears away
The crimson blood bled and dispersed diluted
Eventually vanishing into obscurity
The pincushion remains of my tender heart
Just festered and decayed
Under layers and layers of silt
Never missed unloved, out of sight
And out of reach....

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© Peter Dome  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: pincushion, absence, abuse, cry, fate, heartbreak, heartbroken, hurt,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Bruises of Amour
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 needle’s eye a gaping wound,
bitterly mauled and then consumed;

So much space to make a mess of 
thinking you fit me like a glove;

Softer than you want to admit 
the marks remain after the hit;

Each stab paints a different color  
bruises that look just like amour....

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Categories: pincushion, emotions, feelings, love,
Form: Sonnet




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