Spokes Poems - Poems about Spokes

...Blinded by a carousel of fragmented glistening glass An image of self, pieced together by my own hands unworth, Each jagged shard cuts deep the chalice of a selfish heart 'Til blood, like words,......

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...JUST ONE MORE REVELATION Lines that radiate out from a centre Like spokes of an umbrella or wheel As new thoughts and ideas are born Yet some memories can still intrude Reminiscent of the thin......

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...Nestled is the slender twisting trail canyon between timeless steep aspiring mountains and meditative sopheric sea waters The frail road deepens into lofty thickness further from the harsh......

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...It gets kind of crazy living with 3 young boys, there’s always a mess and there’s constant noise. Their mouths constantly running, their little legs too; they rough-house like tiny wrestlers, off th......

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...Yesterday, a glint in Father's eye, unborn, my life journey's start, is nigh. Today, it's all unknown. Bright lights in the delivery room will replace the calm of Mother's womb. but babies are ......

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...I loved you like the tide loves the shore— a quiet pull, a force that cannot be resisted. And now, you are leaving, pulling the moonlight from my nights. We sat by the ocean once, the salt air......

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...pink fireweed blooms through the spokes of the ghost bike beside the highway ......

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...The days and time are unimportant they were real long ago and have become fading photographs kept in my mind pictures held onto like prison bars with no escape memories I've folded in ......

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...secured in place upon painted seat spokes crisscross at its heart neither useful positioned to gain dismissed attention the 'art', of course, is a parody of itself named a 'readymade' ......

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...Sit still in your chair, little one, and I'll tell the tale of my true Halloween story and my sad travail. I was a kid just like you, eating my frosted flakes. I asked mom for more sugar, for the ......

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...The Great Wheel I'm hot. I'm cold; afraid, now bold. I'm good. I'm bad; silly, now sad. I'm wrong. I'm right, filled with clarity. Now, no clue or true insight. How do I shake and awaken? ......

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...the old mill reposes in the middle of the peppered autumn trees spruced up under the jurisdiction of golden, yellow, red, maples the scene cannot be captured in a photograph, it is soul searing My......

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...Birthday of beloved buxom babe I betrothed Pardon my hyperbole if in fact such embellishment can be sifted out amidst the pretentious poetry and/or prose NOT aired to appear superior, but more so ......

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...Past is like a paper, where joyful memories are written. Past is like a smile, which increases when remembered. Past is like a spectacle, which clears the view. Past is like a story, which con......

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...V. "The Great Collective Awakening" Aren't we the true definitive problem, not just astray- malignant corporations… Or unresponsive governments ? We are fault......

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