Best Shopworn Poems

Spring Beauty and the Beast 

Tenderly Spring sends harbingers of beauty,
Knights errant of crocus and snowdrops,
To warm winter’s shopworn heart
And soothe his brittle bones of...

Read more of this work...

A Simple Story 

Little child finds upon a heap of rubbish
Favored threadbare rabbit of tawny velveteen
One eye missing
Cloth rubbed to shiny by little hands.

Beloved bunny,...

Read more of this work...

Dust rises thick with grim, sweat drips from rims
of drug-store eyes he wears to spy. 
A parting of the slats, which dangle by twin hooks
This...

Read more of this work...

So let me know that you are a shopworn
Me thee rises like the sun galore but sometimes
Deflated, downplayed and torn
The surrealism of us bestowed much...

Read more of this work...

A precious penny for your thoughts,
for five a good cigar.
Prevailing wisdom up in smoke
to regale the nearest star.

Keep abreast of Smith and friends,
but true friends...

Read more of this work...

Four Cafes

Winter mists swirl up from puddles on the cobblestones blurring the names of the four cafes facing the narrow boulevard.  Townspeople and visitors...

Read more of this work...

My eyes are platinum, an abyss
They reflect the midday sky, a blue relic
I blink back molten metal tears

These garments are loose bleeding petals
They hang like...

Read more of this work...

Countless instances submitting poems
finds me racking
quite a hefty collection of rejections,
the responses lacking
disappointing voluminous vicious
venomous vitriolic backing
quite the contrary,
the prefabricated responses

unsuccessful at hijacking
my "FAKE" toothy...

Read more of this work...

Lined face and hands of leather
   Her body punished by blazing-hot weather
She'd worked the fields for 50-plus years
   Her energy drained,...

Read more of this work...

Forty years shopworn yet still taut, 
the past a seamstress rare 

Her words reknitted, stitched and purled
—to dress a future bare 

   ...

Read more of this work...

Hope forewarned
 Such was Jeremiah's call:
 Go, tell my people what I'm going to do;
 Know that they will not listen to you.

 Hope forlorn
...

Read more of this work...

I remember the day
you borrowed my pain
“Take it,” I told you
no need to explain

It’s shopworn and battered
each scar duly earned
Its weight a true burden
of prophecy...

Read more of this work...

Shameless shady shepherd Sherlock shushed shoeless Sherman
so surely shabby sharp-eyes Sheila shellacked sheep-headed Sherlock
Shaken shallow Sharon shadowed shapely shipwrecked Sheila
Shadow-man shilly-shallied, shifting shopworn Sharon’s sheep
Showy...

Read more of this work...