Spinning Poems - Poems about Spinning

on and on and on we climbed on painted horses we hitched a ride on a conga line rode on the luggage collection airport rides watched the slide-show cycles on endless repeats for life's a carousel of roundabouts on those merry-go-rounds, on and on, on and on, with no beginning, end or meaning, spinning not to heaven, nor hell, dream on ...

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Spinning a Warrior`s Soul ...

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("Lonesome Day Blues", 2025, original encaustic) Spinning Stories Waking or sleeping Continuously we spin believable stories Ideal or terrible Or just simply boring or strange. Obviously It’s what our minds habitually do And we believe them Even when it’s clear we shouldn’t Because they are our stories Spun into a web To hold our attention, hold us up And hold something, A lack at...

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Once there was an short leprechaun called Fin, he was slime green and had a big wide grin; left Ireland and lost his gold, had a sly plan to unfold . . . Leaping to pick a pocket with a S P I...

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Fire burning, keeps me warm While outside brews a big snowstorm Now all I need to be complete Are knitted socks upon my feet I thought I'd have them on by now I'd knit my own but don't know how Will you teach me how someday? We'll stay in bed and knit away An afternoon spent spinning yarns Of different colors into...

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For the hundredth time in my lifetime, I've placed my love between the stars, In the void of black at the canvas of space. It isn't mine to behold, not now, truly never, But I'd like to see it, in the loneliest times, At my midnights, and in my earthly exile. I'd feel like a sore thumb, trying to connect It with...

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Spinning out of control... Like a child, Never feeling... Dizzy Cant see... Through the fog Gears & Cogs Turning... Broken... record Screaming Unheard Time... Not enough The road ahead is looking rough. The webs & string Holding Everything... together Tiny spiders in my head Am I leading or am I being lead? Spinning... Watching the Stars Turn into tracers... Take the Shot! No need for chasers... Dizzy... Cant see... The path in front of me Has turned blurry....

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This fleeting glimpse of life Is here and then it's gone It passes by in the blink of an eye While the world keeps spinning on Don't worry about tomorrow Stop reflecting on the past Make each moment count as your days mount And live each one like it's your last...

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Spinning Knee Man His knees grew bigger and steel strong until he was big. Whenever he wanted to he could extend his knees (and it didn’t even hurt!) ten times as big. That wasn’t a grotesque display as it probably should be. No one could see his flat, rounded triangular bone, only see his pale hairy skin that covered his knee. Shockingly no...

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Verse I I have longed for someone to be my trusted friend, being honest and so devoted is my only priority indeed; a true promise won't be gone! Chorus Life's wheel stops spinning when faded is our feeling; we stop giving of ourselves, we look for new adventures! Love can wait, it's not the last thing to be trashed by forgetfulness. isn't trust a hard and harsh...

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Panther calling Kestrel-- over No response Panther calling Kestrel-- over No response Panther calling Kestrel, time is critical--over No response Kestrel calling Panther, break in comms, big spinning top is taking us into wintertime, you are among friends, sending new coordinates-- over No response Kestrel calling Panther--over No response Panther this is Kestrel, data coming in now, need immediate sitrep-- over Panther, calling Kestrel, 19...

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In the thicket of spinning days, where fate weaves deep, I seek freedom on paths of stars, my wave of hope. Science tells me to believe in the dance of matter, in the sophism of time's flow, That I am but a leaf in the wind, a bead in the long string of dominoes, falling at day's touch. In...

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Wallowing upon a pillow of night he tells himself not to think of that, nor of this. The slow spinning of mind-threads return to tie him down, every thought now is a thorn to be plucked out. He wants to relax, bathe in pleasant images, yet each mind pool is full of sharks, even puddles can be fatal, filled as they are with unspoken truths....

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My mind spinning around Just like a fast merry-go-round. The same screaming in my head but Not making any sound. Trying to open my eyes but the spinning Makes me sick. So every time I open my eyes I have to Shut them quick. Spinning even faster now I cannot catch My breath. How do...

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Written: November 17, 2023, For, Tania Kitchin ___________________________________________ The kiddies would giggle and clap The turkey flaunted his dire flap He would spin and twirl With a giddy swirl Thanksgiving never was a trap We had once a flattered turkey Whose plumage was oddly quirky He swung with such grace A smile on...

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