Spooled Poems - Poems about Spooled

...A boy sits on house steps (cement arid) removing the crust from his egg salad sandwich sparrows snatch the broken morsels he throws at them laced bonds like a companionship weave a shield......Read More

...Trapped inside a wasteland, dying inch by inch Slave inside a rusted heart, feelings chained then lynched Later now than yesterday, earlier than goodbye Spooled like thread that can’t be ......Read More

... the orchestra played full volume in the theatre of her mind thoughts and emotions vied for undisturbed attention but her misplaced applause failed to settle restless blind screens decoupag......Read More

...Trapped inside a wasteland, dying inch by inch Slave inside a rusted heart, feelings chained then lynched Later now than yesterday, earlier than goodbye Spooled like thread that can’t be ......Read More

... God’s country, a volcano who turned herself into a lovely lake of the prettiest color. Azure? No. Periwinkle? Not really......Read More

...Trapped inside a nightmare, dying inch by inch Slave inside a rusted heart, feelings chained then lynched Later now than yesterday, earlier than goodbye Spooled like thread that can......Read More

...II. Paralysis U[sic] Shy one, shy one, Shy one of my heart, She moves in the firelight Pensively apart; Linger now with me, thou Beauty, On the sharp a......Read More

...(9th grade love affair with a blind cream boy and a sweet voice finger stroke magic girl in the 60's, unfettered with a keen process of kissing vertical in the Clark hall, hoping to go un-but eve......Read More

...The last hour lies down in mid-winter’s gully a frosted string of light spooled into dark stitched into fantasy Flying birds gather the city in their wings Ah, to love birds and thei......Read More

...This is a monument. It was born from us a town illegitimate; we never married. A great hall of artifacts, plucked still-gunked from our livers, Others clean-picked from our birdy bones. Over......Read More

...I love her limpid, clear blue-eyes and her long, yellow tresses; wise, and with grace that never dies or wavers, she blesses. Behind those intelligent eyes, she ponders, thin......Read More

...she is alabaster and brine she is a faster lairs line unwind her spooled mind memory a keepsake in hand conquers a trinket lost eat mandrake to the root but what the cost unspoiled her thoughts ......Read More

... my chantilly heart spooled by your burlap embrace -- simple blessings twine ......Read More

...Gang violence has hit the cities and is often in the news In hate and anger they are schooled We had our own gang when I was just a kid In the days when my gang ruled We rode together on our bi......Read More