Spindly Poems - Poems about Spindly

...Do you Think They noticed me? I mean I noticed Them Perfectly Perfect The epitome Of beauty Without lifting a finger Their skin As clear As my delusions Why did I......

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... Twilight tiptoes through curtained clover leaves Cape starlings stanzaed thank mighty Lord spindly legs shake on spritely evensong breeze closing chirp reminding that day i......

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... Wide eyes cast their gaze upward ‘Today’s Spider Web’ mocks him Eight spindly filaments weave a web Are these hands not as delicately bred ......

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...Misty Day Glancing out of the window, I see the potted plant on the sill and the house on the other side of the road, the light is fading, and the plant looks as sad as a whitewashed wall in t......

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... "The Slip-ins" Why should I continue to write these feathery songs, these blanched banjo tomes, these wilting poésies of a lost little life ever circling like a me......

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... “The chances against anything manlike on Mars are a million to one,” he said. (Excerpt from the book by H G Wells.) WATCH OUT, run for your lives ...the Martians are coming! Well ......

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...Saturn ! You magnetised with enchanting icy rings promised white gold endless skates on Chrysalis circled cates said we would go round like fairy rings said you had so much Love to give I......

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...His fingers—spindly, delicate as a spider’s legs— dart among the gears, tools clink in whispers, sharp and sure. He bends close, breath fogging the polished brass, eyes fixed on the vortex of whe......

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...In the twilight where shadows whisper secrets of forgotten epochs, An old man stands, a spindly relic of a bygone era, So brittle he could shatter through himself, From crown to root, A cathedral......

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...I spend my time, staring at the sky jealous of those trees that can reach such great heights I see their spindly branches winding out into the atmosphere I feel the heaviness in my limbs Aren't ......

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...The poppies grow where the bodies lie. They grow out of their skulls; Out of bullet holes and discarded limbs— Anything is their home. And in this brutal massacre, A young poppy seed finds solac......

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...In a great, entangled forest, stands a metal monster— An impossibility of nature, made by man. Alone; Broken—it looms over all things natural And asserts its right over the creatures that belong. ......

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...I wanna trade in my stubby spindleshanks..., (a poor excuse for legs), and get me the latest sophisticated prosthetics advancements, whereat integration of cultured stem cells into custom made......

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...WOMB OF ALL BEGINNINGS In the delicious womb of all beginnings we learnt to giggle electrons to bear all things without nusturtiums, pink lilies or doughnuts warm gurglings of God’s dream......

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...What The Roses Don’t Say by Michael R. Burch Oblivious to love, the roses bloom and never touch ... They gather calm and still to watch the busy insects swarm their leaves ... They sway, bem......

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