Thumb Poems - Poems about Thumb

Thumb screws its way walking a straight line down the middle of the road hitching a ride on a new page no road kill here life’s a breeze surfing open minds along the torturous wake with all the sweet things Candide Diderot. ‘24 Shuggie Otis...

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gorgeous African violets pink, periwinkle, and the deepest purple yellow centers and dainty dark green veined flowers we were in awe of Edna, for none of us could grow them...

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There was a time when only weeds survived My green thumb as I tended soil and seeds Plants so stunning, my nurturing deprived Of the sunshine’s love, the sprinkling who feeds Only mom’s gentleness and grace revived The lingering of the droughts and the weeds Bringing grace to the soil with kind showers Healing my plants so they would bring flowers Over time,...

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A grown man sucking his thumb Was laugh at and called a bum He couldn't believe The hate he'd received And though those people were dumb...

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One day just like that she began. A little smudge no bigger than God's thumb. Forgetting old bones and scarred memories she was born one early March. A lion in a baby carriage roaring and carrying on as if she had just been flapped to the moon. The old perambulator squeaked as two strong...

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I am worn out Through these careless Thumbs of fate Legs were weighed in Sand that is damp As the waves Start a war On the sling Written: July 07, 2022...

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Thinking can overtax the active mind Thoughts flood the strata of the cerebrum, Where’s vital information one should find Cannot locate a fact, one feels so dumb, Something that is normally rule of thumb. Moments before on the tip of the tongue, Much we have forgotten, since we were young To be forgetful is so frustrating, Suggesting needed synapses are sprung Age can be...

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If Thou attempts to lend a foul touch of façade after dumping me in the pitiful pits full of gravel that Thou so soullingly buried me in. Than I shall rise with glory & spit on Thy’s shoes. To be translucent against Thee rafts and struggles of evil, As for evil is sensing karma’s grand shovel...

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You think you beat me? Think you've won? Got one over? Think I'm dumb? Think I'd fall back? Cower down? Hide in my corner? Mouth shut head down? Think I'm finished? I've just begun You pin me down I'll break that thumb I'm rising up Im on my way I've got options Don't have to stay I won't be anchored Will not be stilled Done with settling Unfulfilled I'm soaring, weightless One with the...

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With green fingers the gardener worked Hence the garden thrived and perked, Ironically when blueberries collected Thumbs were stained from fruit selected. 'Motto Matters Poetry Contest' Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg...

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Oh, the pain of getting a thumb struck Is not overshadowed by feeling dumbstruck When a car door is slammed on a finger There is no logical reason to linger Taking a pain pill as soon as possible In this case is perfectly permissible Soaking in ice is always helpful, too But I don’t know what else to do! written August 12, 2021 especially...

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Give me a trowel, seeds, a straw hat, and a boat load of dirt. Dump it into a fierce pile, and I will throw myself onto it. Hugging it like a California hippie hugs her trees. Hire me a tiller and let me make friends with the earth worms. I will plant potatoes, tomatoes, lettuce, peas, carrots and beans, daffodils,...

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I’m so sore Up off the floor Tripped over the dog gate Fell against the crate Reached to stop my fall Slammed my thumb in the door Stubbed my toe on the gate Shooting pains, oh just great My shoulder sore to the touch And my toe went crunch Watched the blood pool up All around my thumb I hobbled over To get some water As the sink...

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Writing a poem with only my thumbs Opposable digits are A-number one Will autocorrect fix the words I write wrong? Not all words are lucky as I coax them along My phone keyboard clicking as I’m typing the words Now back to correct my fast-thumb-spelling turds How long can I go with these poor thumbs of mine? Most likely for hours, they’re...

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Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: “It is mine to avenge. I will repay,” says the Lord. Romans 12:19 Bible NIV WHY THUMB YOUR NOSE AT GOD sins will be dealt with why thumb your nose at God with wiggling fingers the itch of such wanting to right all wrongs and you believe you’re writing your...

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