Spool Poems - Poems about Spool

...ECHOES I open Mother's sewing basket, letting my eyes and hands run over the tools she had used—the scissors, the darning egg, the pinking shears, the pins, the tattered, t......

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...Tinge, thy colors terrific. Weather wave, point where? Heaven and Hell, this may stick! Brick upon the bare. Red the rampant real? Rind? Rhyme. Tornados in time. Wind above the city, chime. ......

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... Suddenly over the sudden years I have felt an encumbrance; I sense an albatross - the weight of sundry uncharted days. Times I chronicle today as if I were a wax cylinder or a broken spool in......

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...Rhythm, rhyme, and resonance. Riddle, riffle through. Red run roundabout? Last chance. Buried deep in blue. Stifle, sound of silence? Better not ask why. Victory bequeaths violence! Somebody......

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...I often wander from life's rules, flounder thru issues days will spool. At those times, you gentle my view. I am blessed to be loved by you. If I hide when morning arrives renewed strength......

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...I am a girl, Everyone sees it. I graciously accept the label, Twirling in a girls spool, And playing it up for others. Sometimes I feel an itch, In a place I can't reach. There are times w......

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... Fear of the unknown shouldn't pinion your wings; forge ahead! Remember this incontrovertible truism: you're always stronger than you give yourself credit for! It never matters what people......

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...Knitting a tiny woolly sweater, for a sweet-tempered mouse He sleeps on a blue letter, that arrived from grandmother’s house Using scraps of yarn, that came from a pair of socks Was keeping it to ......

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...A tapestry lightly stitched, a Turin shroud of time. It is a vision of our birth and crucifixion. a Jesus still ascending while travelling our own via Dolorosa. I glimpse of a Christhood risin......

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...Foaming water, hard to see, raft rocketing rapidly, constant roaring on the air, everything soaked, toe to hair, paddles plunge and the bow shifts slowly through the angry mists, shoots past ro......

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...Is the weather calm and cool When good friends remember, About vinyl from the spool Joys of Santas’s goodies When we were small back then, Mother and her cookies Six men wiser than a pen. No ......

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... I am a creator of life and death, thoughts and fates, stars and voids. I was born with the purpose of guidance and creation, sculpted from the cosmos to carve destinies into man. My home is that ......

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...As the parched earth sighed Mother nature orchestrated The grandest show on earth Thunder rolled on invisible drums Cymbals of lightening clapped As dancing raindrops lined up To cool down the ......

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...Characters: Question Mark (Q): A female human question mark in front of a curtain, let's say, just in front. She's a bit unsteady. If she were a spool of thread, she would be unraveled. <......

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...Adamant Face My mother used to say with an adamant face, "There is a place for everything and for everything a place!” My goodness, this house is a total disgrace" So every Tuesday at quarter pa......

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