Spindle Poems - Poems about Spindle

...Within the singing stillness of the sphere, I awaken from a breeze, Consciousness, a proud guardian in the temple of endlessness, The eternal fire in the hands of time, keeper of the ephemeral flam......Read the rest...

...In the depths where the hounds of nonexistence bark, Vigilant guardians of silent eternity, On the land of somber undulation, the dogs of death howl relentlessly, They are the keepers of the secre......Read the rest...

...Spindle = Thimble......Read the rest...

...Cleopatra “How good it feels to stroke the finest linen and to know that yarn spun from the drop spindle came by planters, harvesters, and so many others, and is dyed thread woven......Read the rest...

...Men: A Wife of Noble Character Proverbs 12:4 A wife of noble character is her husband’s crown. United as one, a vow husband and wife, declare to the town. And to her, a ......Read the rest...

...As the weather chooses its flavour for the hour, Stubble-ended wood shaves itself on the layers of unseen ground. Synthetic puke seeps through pores seeking to devour Every tiny, curled hair float......Read the rest...

...Grant me more I’m all excitement. I should’ve long thought of it: Chastisement; Find a reason to not pay all of them: “Some have to my poor firm pushed their problem.” He who flies off the hand......Read the rest...

...If only Autumn could relent its teeth like a furnace burning bright it celebrates the dearth of confidence like friends lost at sea It claims lost souls spindle wood you've pawned our tomorr......Read the rest...

...Mistakes made, but not me. While charging this bigotry I fail to fall into what should be absence of argument. Into an abyss, a Dark Traveler I easily Become if I remain Uncons......Read the rest...

...To dream or not to dream this query I will leave unanswered for just as the winds cannot stop blowing and the flowers cannot stop growing, I too cannot wave my fantasies goodbye. I will not ......Read the rest...

...I just stood bewildered, staring Specks of the sky slowly pass through the glass Adding a frosty sheen to the scene A soft, creamy dew passes through. A boy standing by a mothball l......Read the rest...

...Beddie bye boo ski time for yours truly and/or the missus Found us abed thee twelfth day of December, cuz yours truly still felt dehydration, physical fatigue and soreness, which possibly li......Read the rest...

...In the square of the town, is an old wooden clock with a movement that only one time has been wound. You can try to get answers, but no one will talk, though the rumors of horrible sights still ab......Read the rest...

...Matthew Scott Harris, whar art thou *****? The following admission honest to dogness haint no bunk nobody, but yours truly bore deeply and countersunk his spontaneity satisfactorily lightweig......Read the rest...

...My contingency measure in case of…götterdämmerung A scenario unfolds more abominable among any previous warring factions, his wicked weltanschauung charred effigies futilely hung against regi......Read the rest...