Spool Poems - Poems about Spool

...Practice the pause. When in doubt, pause. When angry, pause. When tired, pause. When stressed, pause. And when you pause, pray.” —Toby Mac ~~~~~~~~ A movie runs on. In a high tower a facsim......Read More

...Stunning scenery in surrounding twilight lists lissomly, touching corners of my mind, bringing promises of the forthcoming night with billowing breezes, of the serene kind. In muffled ......Read More

...Ask yourself, " Who's really free? " other than a Bumble Bee? We are obliged by something, be it commitment or obligation; guilt is never quenched by change, we must show enough reason before e......Read More

...On the morning after a bath of light is vortexed in the embers of last night A spool unravels beneath his fervent gaze, she has been happily loved "LOVE WEAVES A MYSTERIOUS MAGIC SPELL" ......Read More

...To be a polylepis tree you gotta know You're a polylepis tree & this knowing Cements by being a polylepis tree, Knowing between diagrammatic cracks Fork'd already info knowing during descent. ......Read More

...Denton's Harry Rutherford sketched so never got bored Star of BBC's Caberet cartoon spool a master with Lowry in the Northern school......Read More

...Now, in her solitude she sits draped in mock fur, As the movie spool ends, silver lights begin to fade, So, she slurps on her sorrows with a soft bitter slur ‘The sheer backless organza’ – a re......Read More

...weather turned cool light breezes from the pool chilled my hear......Read More

...Why do I survive in a world so cruel? I'd like a life without war. Why should I remain a fool? Why should I obey the rule? I'd like to relive the before. Why would I remain in that pool? Mu......Read More

...I opened the sewing basket, letting my eyes and hands run over the tools she had used—the scissors, the darning egg, the pins and pincushion, and spools of thread. I gazed at the metal spool-shaped ......Read More

...When the new harvest Moon, shines in the night sky. The orange pumpkin fruits, are ready for pie. The standing feed corn, hasn't quite dried. The warm days recede, summers passed by. When the......Read More

...Life is like a short or long line of thread coiled around a spool, Once you have started to use it, you never know when, where, how it will be broken, but absolutely, with an unpredictable......Read More

...I saw a black cat Sitting on a window sill Playing with a yellow moon The moonlight yarn She pulled and pawed It seemed as if the moon Came undone from her spool Shining sparkling yellow thre......Read More

...For what is love when lust, now cool, sits idly in a nested spool? What fuels the flame banks, tends the fire, ignites the coolness of desire? When looks can scorch a silent room, a glance......Read More

...Is having something that can never be met, That absolute routine of life, the year to year grind. The one that causes the loop to be infinite, work to be done… to be begun Begin …and repeate......Read More