Spooled Poems - Poems about Spooled

...A sun encounters a probing of it, course a bargain at a remote lea. Jilt Thistles yields to breeze that never quit, brush forces the stately Yellow Daisies dressed, and clips wispy tall grass the......

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...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......

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...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 ......

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...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 decoupages......

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...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 ......

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

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...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......

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...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......

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...(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......

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...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......

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...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 ......

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...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......

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...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 ......

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

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...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......

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