Spindly Poems - Poems about Spindly

In a Garden of Dresses, I Am the Thorn

...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...

a twilight sonnet

...   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...

The Artist

...
  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 
...

misty day

...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...

The Slip-ins

...


"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...

Thinking about Jeff Wayne’s War of the Worlds

...

“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 ...

SATURN GOD OF TIME

...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...

The Horologist

...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...

In the twilight where shadows whisper secrets of forgotten epochs

...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...

A Lament

...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 ...

From the Bones of the Dead

...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...

Nature's Sentinel

...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.
...

I wanna trade in my stubby spindleshanks

...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...

WOMB OF ALL BEGINNINGS

...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...

What The Roses Don't Say

...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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