Splinter Poems - Poems about Splinter

Sewing Needle Horn Haiku. with sewing needle mother removed my splinter needed her to do....

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Dawn's light brings hope Better than the dark of night Blinding me to the truth of our love I love you like air your my every breath...

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The liquid is sharp sweet the Pulse the flicker and the light that keeps in time With the driving rhythm A sound of feeling the rage the Ecstasy Pump and hum the drink is cold I feel hot the sights and sounds burning down the body locks the flesh is in motion the drug boils deep through each tight vein I feel the...

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AJ strikes his leg. His mom screeches Grab the soup he says! His mom is quick to cover the splinters bruise leg his strikes AJ....

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descending fast down the staircase rail got a big ole splinter in my tail I'm in a world of pain no doubt unless someone can pull it out now all I can do is wail and wail NUDE - descending a staircase Poetry Contest Sponsored by: John Lawless 10/08/19...

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We were raised in a large city Accessed by, car, taxi, or bus Sidewalks went to who knows where But the back yard was country to us Fenced in but hardly containing Three very large trees we could climb Half grass, half dirt, where we could run Our playground for most of the time! We had fun, my brother and I And neighbor kids...

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A contest of word lists - the subject of winter Make up a good poem - then send to the printer But nothing says nothing 'bout giving a twist By splitting and sageing - might get a slapped wrist Digging for riches but finding a fossil Verbosely scream curses and break the left tonsil Brand Google spelt badly - the word...

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Slow falls the gentle smile and nevermore settles to eyelash light In humbled sorrow of now lentissimo rhythms of burdened heart too sad to utter a moments tear that wanders petulant on a distressful cheek I care not says the resolve of whimpering eyes and to falsify the endeavors of strength carries this weeping soul embraced in thunderous acclaims of a wretched throat Drown...

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I’m not a cook; my housework stinks. My writing looks like scrawl; But if you get a splinter, I’m the one that you should call. I have a knack for digging out Those slivers ‘neath the skin. With sewing needle sterilized, I’m ready to begin. Today the splinter wedged into The side of my right thumb. Since I’m a righty, this one was As tricky as...

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The existence, always swivels on pain. Steps, and steps again.... We do not know where they lead us, It's as the days crumbles, and we must live with an iron splinter, wear it, feel it continually. It makes forget , sometimes to the red sun of love, but soon reappears, when wounds are bleeding. Crossing the thongue We just only have to drink our own...

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Lightening bolts of color frolic across the snow, Splatter on the ground, bounce off ice crusted pond, Heralding Icicle’s last rendezvous dance with Spring, As soft white dove takes silent wing. Twisted, sculptured shard of frozen translucent reflection, Suspended from tree limb, aching to touch the ground, Holding faithfully to flora’s naked outstretched arm, Safe inside branches hidden from childish harm. Feeling warm...

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