Wind Up Poems - Poems about Wind Up

Something has you really dazed You seem lost and kind of phased Confused, hurt and really blue Tell me what happened to you What made you feel like this Taking away all your bliss Leaving you in a weird place There's a look upon your face That is new--your eyes are blank It's like somebody took a crank Winding you up--letting go Watching your emotions flow From...

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Child play. Dawn, as a wind-up toy, jumping up and down, keen. A buoyant verdancy of joy - waking up fresh and green. Waking up fresh and green. The ivy…the oaks and weeps. On the salient morning I lean. Whatever this day…it is for keeps. Wiping tears and sand from ducts. The ascension of the sun display. Pink and purple passion constructs. I hit my knees,...

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Here I am a wind-up doll Now almost run down Wondering why I was so wound up Something in the world ~ I'd found...

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Realm of humankind wheedled in reset, Homeland beray, lull to beset, Scrawling the parchment to a keyset, Xenophobia in callousness, Dearth to darn the clout concord. Orness synergy alliance the terrene. Berth errand the rassle office, Commissions detach the hassle orifice... Pensile the ensile spirits, Circumscissile recoiled resiliency, Nuanced tensile expansionism... Normalise a new normal, Order the prime heart to bloom, Taper...

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we are puppets and we are paintings of puppets past historic yet breathing living but not alive we are dancing upon your no mans land and we are spinning to the melody of the tears our mothers shed upon the same no mans land history is a wind up doll history repeats itself like the hiss of a broken music box the...

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Tiny dancer upon the air flits and flaps buzzing slaps of wings against a light breeze. A wind-up toy, a filling station for nature’s nectar a buzzing fluttering mechanism of delightful elation, is a hummingbird. ...

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Why I cant control myself about the matter of you ? Are there an unpredictable version in your hand Or the sea of love beneath in your eyes And your image had an unbelievable heart peace Whether had or not I lost my sense upon you My routines are for your offerings and views are full of you I will...

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"The Wind-Up Man, The Patch-Work Girl and The Remaining Time" What do you do when your heart breaks into a million pieces? You turn into metal, what’s left of your heart freezes. What do you do when your world ceases? You lock the shards of your flimsy trust behind iron walls, you escape battles, Death teases. What do you do...

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Something has you really dazed You seem lost and kind of phased Confused, hurt and really blue Tell me what happened to you What made you feel like this Taking away all your bliss Leaving you in a weird place There's a look upon your face That is new--your eyes are blank It's like somebody took a crank Winding you up--letting go Watching your emotions flow From...

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Between each limping breath the sky pulsates blanched green searing, each day inspired by gray blight, each day the firmament harbors dense, blazing energy, a circus troupe of skyward lungs hacking up the essential thoughts of Winter. Heads of hail gloriously divebomb now, heads the very size of goners. This Age shall never sleep till Sleep pulls us away. No more dimples—no more passion. This...

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Stuck in your box of ease Fear holding you back from being free Holding to comfort so you'll never fail But this zone is starting to feel like a prison jail So throw off the chains of easy And mix up your routine This life is all you'll live for Make it somethin worth a mean Stop being a wind up, just going...

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Oh! How can I forget your face The tenderness, of your embrace Your precious smile your gentle kiss These things, I know, I’ll always miss The way you’d squeeze and hold me tight And making love all through the night The way you’d talk the whole day long Or sing that sad old country song The times we had, and we had some But...

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Took me fifty-seven years, To wind up in this joint, I still wonder sometimes, Just what was the point? Seems to me I was smarter At twelve years old, Or so it seems, Cause that's what I'm often told... I think the idea is crazy, I'm smarter than ever, Just look at my work, Okay, I'm a tad lazy, But under it all, I'm still pretty clever... So, who...

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