Tape Poems - Poems about Tape

Scotch Tape Sweepstakes The easy to handle sticky sided material made of a variety of materials, including cellulose acetate, polypropylene, PVC, and adhesive (alluded to in the title) applied in an innovative manner allowing, enabling, and providing me the means and ways to affix paper bags artfully, carefully, and gingerly paper folded over school books, which requisite book covers (Trader Joe's bags supremely sturdy) lasted the entire school year, and...

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Across the street, it’s hard to miss, That fixer-upper in a state of bliss, With peeling paint and the promise of change, Yet one stubborn strip remains, so strange. A sliver of blue against the white facade, Mocking my patience, making me mad. Each day it shouts from the window’s glare, 'Look at me! I’m still here! Don’t you dare!' Time drifts by,...

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Tape Measure The very deep breathing of the tape measure continues to affect my USB holders cha-cha rehearsals. ...

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Sticky Tape My sticky tape roll has an air of snobbery and unforgiveness about her. ...

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So you don't like me right? But I liked you, like I did really really much But I don't I am not allowed to say love yet I should've known you you know so it's okay Like you knew that I made it obvious right? Giving gifts and things, my thing right? But why do I feel like I experienced break...

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Red cheeks burning, butterflies turning, I saw you beneath my swearing. Heard the yearning: ,,Watch out! He's returning", didn't understood the doubt, didn't wanna know churning after hearing *what route he took*, i just did overlook. ...

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Turn up the radio and ... It's the same ol' situation, The same songs, same band That raised my generation That was then, this is now Nothing's changed but my age, And four numbers, somehow On a calendar's page ... It happened again today In the store where I shopped, In the restaurant, I heard it play Proving the 80's never stopped That...

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What do you do when duct tape won’t fix it? Y’know, when that “I got this” attitude is shattered When it’s not things, or stuff, or “errors” That require the questionable solutions of the “fixer”. Souls are hard to comprehend and come without service manuals No graphics or guidelines, no “call this number” bailout. And yet they fail, suffer breakage, weaken...

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Santa’s workshop was full of singers of every kind of voice. The loudest one that sounded like gravel was my cousin Joyce. She was wrapping and humming, and they all sang along. We are in the best holiday mood! Said the happy elf throng. They are off key a listening robin said as he stopped to peek. We don’t care,...

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Life can be funny when one can't see, an opportunity to view things quite differently... My daughter flew in recently from out west to visit me. One dark, rainy day we went to the mall. I was buying her some clothes as I recall.. We entered one store where the lighting was poor. I browsed around as she shopped some...

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There was an old man from Missouri. Biting his nails, he tended to worry. Taping his fingers to stop the bad habit, he switched to candy wherever he could grab it, and once he was full, he always got purry....

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Sex tape Touch my heart And free me from this needs I have been watching you You look lonely Let me be your friend Allow me closer to your heart Cos your beauty is amazing Despite your sad looks You still shines like a morning star You are the light in my mirror Each time each moment I see...

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“love is just passion that can turn.” sometimes i wonder when people will tire of taking care of me. when my mother’s lilting sighs will lengthen as she dabs at my grape juice finger paintings splattered over a white dress like wretched purple stars over a drained sky, and my sisters will watch my broken bones rock...

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Where are those beautiful moments? Yes, I have heard that asked before. Can a moment be captured, recorded? Even on a camera? A tape recorder? Would you look at it, hear it, feel what you felt when you felt it? Perhaps this morning conjured magic but is now just that moment - yes, something I felt merely felt, then. That is in the past tense. (May 2022)...

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They examined me with tape measures in their eyes as I entered superimposing famous female faces over my own in their minds like pictures printed on clear plastic sheets placing one atop another onto an overhead projector my teachers used years ago in the classroom contemplating the magic of makeup the limits of lighting I could see in their stares what I’d...

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