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Spindle Poems - Poems about Spindle

Premium Member In halls of time threaded upon the spindle of lingering thought
In halls of time threaded upon the spindle of lingering thought, Youth sheds at dawn like dew entwined on strawberries, Weaving a veil of dreams and hopes, the storm is but a hushed song, The greatest gift—a mystery shared on pages of life yet untrodden. It is the whisper of the wind among ancient walnut trees, racing, Word before the...

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Categories: spindle, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Spindle Wood
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 tomorrows and adjourned our yesterdays...

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Categories: spindle, angst,
Form: Free verse



Sting of the Spindle
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 Unconscious. Our differences Nauseate me so I prick my finger in order to Dream. Pleased now that our Prince Charming is one in the same. With love and libido generously mixed with androgyny. So we can see Eye to...

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Categories: spindle, angst, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Mine Shaved Spindle Shanks Indistinguishable From Plucked Chicken
I suddenly became aware (although rooted motive not clear) avoiding self castration ere yours truly back during forty three plus summers ago (do the math and figure out what year) long haired pencil necked geek applied dull razor to remove, (albeit temporarily) hair covering these skinny legs. The missus asked me (hitherto known as her bozo) just mere moments ago to craft humorous poem to glow nsync with the...

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Categories: spindle, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Around the Spindle
A babe, I raise my arms, stretching To catch my life book, opening chapters Amid my mistakes, I cry dried tears clinging Youthful endurance running Races not needed; ones...

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Categories: spindle, age, growth,
Form: Free verse



Rekindle Your Love Spindle
Work overtime to keep your love alive When flames flicker And feelings strive to dive To drive your love weaker By dint of neglect You slowly indulge as less and less care You offer when you select Attitudes that in full glare Betray paucity of empathy Seen in indifference, sulk and insolence in silence Through dearth which sympathy Suffers in reference and preference For times spent away...

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Categories: spindle, poems,
Form: Free verse
Spindle
YOUR QUIET ALLURE DRAWS ME INTO YOUR SEA OF SUBJECTIVITY YOUR BRIGHT SMILE COMPELS ME YOUR PASSIONATE EYES HOLD BACK A FURY I AM ENTHRALLED BY YOUR PARADOX YOU SPIN YOUR THREADS AND WAIT I'VE COME TO YOU YOUR TIMID PREY I'M LOST INSIDE YOUR WEB I'M STRUGGLING BUT I'M CAUGHT. 2000...

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Categories: spindle, love,
Form: Free verse
Spindle
A fairytale with you and I beauty was wide awake and I didn't hesitate. I reached towards you, a prick ensued, something entered my blood stream and suddenly I needed every ounce of you. My high. My don't say goodbye. My. My, my, my... Love simplified...

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Categories: spindle, love,
Form: Free verse
Spindle of Anima
Give me a shelter to interpret these feelings A locus where my brain could redeem the shackles of its echoes Domination of intrigues try to play on my guile I wish someone could fathom the grains of these ambiguities Pardon for the perplexity which occured beyond my capacity Half of my soul was hijacked by delusion Trapped by the dreams which...

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Categories: spindle, character, confusion, imagery, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member A Spindle, An Hour-Glass, and a Doll
This story is about a young girl named Sapphie Smith. Her parents were poor, so they lived in a small house, And Sapphie had only three toys, An hour-glass, a spindle, and a doll. The hour-glass had been her father's, The spindle her mother's, And when she was younger, Mother had made her the doll. Sapphie had known no other life, Therefore she...

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Categories: spindle, daughter, happy, sad, father,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Hourglass, Spindle and Lifeless Doll
A string wrapped around a spindle Unwinding as an hourglass marks time Sand trickles to the chamber below Marking the moments of my life Questioning “have you truly lived” The sound of silence drives me mad The hourglass drags me back in time I relive the nightmare of my dread Memories that should never be The torture chamber of his design Unraveled...

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Categories: spindle, angst, life,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Hourglass Spindle and Lifeless Doll Prose Version
Hourglass Spindle and Lifeless Doll Stephen is unable to sleep so he heads to his office. He sits down and picks up the ancient hour glass sitting on his desk. He flips it over and watches as the sand trickles through the narrow opening in the middle. A small pile starts to form in the lower...

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Categories: spindle, angst, dark,
Form: Prose
Premium Member Spindle, Hourglass, and a Doll
A young woman Sleeps Dreams of a spindle Possibly a magic spindle So she may spin Some special threads To create a lovely sweater For winter is upon her And her hourglass says Time is about up Her dream will end And she will awaken And that darn doll of hers Will be between her arms And her body Watching for the dream keepers The doll doesn’t like How they keep her...

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Categories: spindle, dream, imagination, life, dream,
Form: Free verse
Sting of the Spindle
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 Unconscious. Our differences Nauseate me so I prick my finger in order to Dream. Pleased now that our Prince Charming is one in the same. With love and libido generously mixed with androgyny. So we can see Eye to...

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Categories: spindle, angst, introspection, people,
Form: Free verse
Spindle
Spiritually it spun me around in circles Peering deep within my soul, it encircles Indigo colored waves of the spectrum Needlessly filtered out of introspection Down into the rabbit hole of realization Leery of the truth and capitalization of Ending it too early So I didn't and I kept spinning on this spindle Orchestrated to end it on a higher note...

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Categories: spindle, introspection
Form: Acrostic

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