Bobbin Poems - Poems about Bobbin

...It's rare that most would call me a hot head I am usually the coolest cucumber instead I have no tells, so their heads don't swell and I don't get entangled to soon But there is this tall lanky......Read the rest...

... you … sweetly spun me like sugar into cotton candy - from a dizzy bobbin to ornament for a spring willow … no lament avowed, for there is a demon in your eyes whose night blade feeds … he......Read the rest...

... A tear in his heart, zigzagging on his own two feet, he combed through his emotions, back and forth, up and down, he was apprehensive but hopeful. A silver lining, A thread to keep him bound. Pray.......Read the rest...

...Winds of change are fanning the flames are fanned by the deranged. The flames of misdirection, the winds giving chase (orchestrated by instruments to enrage. Horned cheering section.) D......Read the rest...

...-skies landscapes horizons- I for saw the bird in his above the door sill; Wings a flamed flapping Body still Head bobbin up and down Must be feeding little chicklet young Body still Bob......Read the rest...

...I re: egret forsaking gull friend where, heron eye twitter Fictional account related courtesy one pink flamingo. Aves lusting for verboten tweet reed lubricious sin after giving Twiggy anot......Read the rest...

...If you ever espy a latitudinally and longitudinally challenged older yet shopping savvy woman, (wedded to yours truly for almost twenty six years), who stands approximately four feet and ten in......Read the rest...

...My great uncle and aunt had a fine love. Uncle Clyde and Aunt Lucille were their names. Over a decades times five was shared glue. Two very different flows they overcame. She was as soft as a b......Read the rest...

...There once was a little teapot, short and stout. It had tiny dancers that rubbed its spout. Its handle got neglected and fell to the floor. Now the little teapot is no more. There was a dynamic......Read the rest...

...It's early, as I enjoy my coffee this morning Birds are chirping, as I hear a blue jays warning I look outside and see a young red breasted robin He's Jumping and dancing, his head’s busy bobbin ......Read the rest...

...It's Spring and it's snowing again. I look up and watch it descend. All through the Winter we hunt wood and tinder, Waiting for Spring to begin. Now Spring is finally here. You'd think we'd b......Read the rest...

...What more delicate than the singing of the birds as they flutter and stumble, Sweet as apple crumble The wren and the robin, heads a bobbin, squabbling over fallen sunflower seed Each his need Th......Read the rest...

...I have pieces of sewing machines all over my house. Most of the pieces are there, but not all of them, Of course I do not discover this until I want to use them. One is missing the front dial, An......Read the rest...

...Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust Its turn-of-the-century frame clad in rust Sitting in the old attic’s dim lighting It revived memories uninviting Her dauntless spirit still seeme......Read the rest...

...Wound up tight like a bobbin ready to spin into action Sewing lines for those to walk in the footsteps of her and hers Taking charge to ensure we have everything its second nature and is her ......Read the rest...