Stickmen Poems - Poems about Stickmen

...Now it is dark January and the crows are singing. A river runs through my heart, where thoughts drown too soon. My mind plucks old green hats, out of the frosted air. the hats belong to dead l......

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...Grab a blank sketch book and call it your own Create your personal memory album It’s fun, creative, therapeutic, and shareable Your eyes will light up each time you share memories Your heart wi......

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...I can still feel my finger slide across the chilled glass panes of our kitchen window. The simmering warmth of my grandmother’s stew against the freeze of a cold winter’s morning, gave birth to a fu......

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...Watch the rodents and regulars Sifting through the spiritless so-so Of their sake. Rushing for a room In the established B&B, Avocados and aperitifs Swelling their bellies and slowing their mi......

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...Once I had a small boy... skinned knees- a crooked grin, begging quarters to ride the pink horse. His nose pressed against candy case glass tracing stickmen in breath's steam until the mercantil......

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...The children were asked to paint What they remember of summerbreak In other parts of the world They would have painted beaches, bicycles And smiling stickmen in front of ice cream parlours Bu......

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...The old haunted house upon sycamore hill, Is the scariest place with ghosts for real. You can hear their screams and crying out, You’re welcome to look if you’ve got a doubt. No one can las......

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