Zipper Poems - Poems about Zipper

A snaking mouth sloughs two spines, the rattle of small vertebrae and delicate teeth. A woman learns to ride them, feels the trombone slide of a dragon’s tail. A man lifts tugging fingers, not wanting to fumble as ill-illuminated aluminum rails bite. The zipper knits together lusts or shuns and strips a thought away. Body bags become bodily prayers. It is a widening gash gleaming - lip-gloss for...

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Zigzag threads overlap Zip zap tracker aligns Zesty and shiny, too Zings along the backside Zany patterns excite Zazzy razzle dazzle Zenith night on the town. A Pleaides Poem 10/5/2022...

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the zipper catches my dreams in agony again I wake up the cruel steel slicing my soft skin i am awak next to this hairy finger stabs me pulling against my secret i cryout looking at the wood ppaneling oops he says its is an accident in the halway between dreams between rooms between im and I I don undrstand why I am...

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Just like a zipper The ship goes on Spring-colored sea The wake are opening the sea...

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The Christmas Zipper David J Walker That tool kit you gave me At two, Mom was meant to be a toy But made of real metal How did I know What to do with the saw That I called a “Zipper” Did I see Dad Zipping through boards? I only remember that your Sewing machine cabinet was Open and presented...

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A man was thought to be jack the ripper who cried I'm just a hard-working stripper the bobbies said show us the proof when he flashed his tiny tool he was cuffed before fixing his zipper...

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A broken zipper Can happen any time When it does- It does happen It is at the wrong time Rushing to be outside The zipper would break On a winter jacket Or a pair of jeans A change in a zipper Is what is needed A winter jacket That is different When nothing else to wear Go to the dry cleaners They send it out When returned The charge...

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it's a little above the middle of her back if it were in front it would be between her breasts but going back around pinching the clasp slowly pulling it down exposing her perfect smoothness of brown skin against the yellow of her full length gown that slides off her shoulders to the ground i massage the tension from her neck...

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A snaking mouth sloughs two spines; the rattle of vertebrae. A woman learns to ride them, feels the trombone slide of a dragon’s tail. A man lifts on tip-toe not wanting to fumble. They knit lusts to opening prayers, cadavers to body bags, close a gnash of gaping space - block a cold throat from an exposed face....

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It's like a zipper opened then closed when foolish words express the errors of a random guess. It's like a button a spew of words reveling searching for the hole in things we barely know. It's the mouth speaking and the exasperation expelled without the input of the brain when there is nothing to gain. It's the lessons that we learn...

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I'm learning to shut my mouth. Keep some secrets. The world isn't deserving of the story I have inside. Levels of perception. People can never truly understand someone else. I will always be a stranger to you, no matter how much I talk. So I should be quieter and then you won't have my words to use against...

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A lady so much older than I Deftly signalled a path from her thigh Like a wrinkle in thyme Something started to climb Hmmph! I forgot to zip up my fly!...

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(my tribute to Limerickmeister Jack Ellison, smile engine extraordinaire) I remember the time when I caught a bit of my body parts where I oughtn't a in much pain did I struggle with my bits I did juggle it really did make my eyes water!...

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Don't forget to zip your zipper. Said thee old whipper snapper. Life's too short, so be a good sport. While we head to a resort. After the high school prom tonight. We can make whoopee, under a pine tree. After I take you by the hand. Then we'll see buckets of golden nuggets, flowers and daffodils. The we'll see puppets, all playing their...

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The fall of sixty-three, an incongruity! I saw myself on a Queen's float, a title rare - "Miss Sorghum" of our Hancock County fair. I aced the talent part - piano was my art; but needed practice wobbling in a brand-new pair of pointy, spiky heels I'd bought to wear. Fate came about too soon, that fatal afternoon, my clever escort list'ning...

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