Cylinder Poems - Poems about Cylinder

...Sometimes I feel out of place, like I'm a triangle in a circle hole. I have too much in some sides whilst I lack a bit too much at some. It's hard to fit in a place you're not meant to be in. Espe......

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..."Life is so unpredictable. What we expect may not happen. Life deludes us with a happy beginning but can end up bizarre" - By Poet ‘Twas the night before Christmas, a time eagerly aw......

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... Imperfection abounds, the evidence is everywhere, misshapen leaves and tree trunks hunched over and almost touching the ground mark the morning - a dog chasing a ball along the beach has ......

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...Beautiful shapes to look at (that’s the Greek etymology) cylinder of imagination, childhood companion, hours spent squinting and twisting, magical mystery machine, a carousel for the eyes, nev......

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...After drenching biblical rainfall... verdant green acres covered the planet of the apes like a petticoat junction donning barrel of skinny dipping monkeys. Once drought stricken vast landscape ......

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...My world is pure emotion. I spend my days crying to the people about things that are out of their control, My nights crying to the universe as if it would listen and take any pity upon me, And my ......

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...He is cranking up the old rusty engine again, but all that work is in vain, sweat is running from his anxious face and grease is spilling all over the place. There he goes again with his tool bag and......

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... A Wolf Waits Early one morning reason escaped And prescience went with it unlocking the gate Lights in the asylum flicker and fade The inmates grow restless a deepening shade Evening bro......

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... The street organ grinder was a musical novelty popular in the 19th century. It consisted of a barrel organ strapped to the body, it was heavy, and had a stick to stand it up, a crank wheel ......

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...I had been driving for decades. A yellow Buick, deluxe convertible circa '51', the model with the three-speed manual transmission - 8 cylinder. A deserted desert diner. The door creaks as I en......

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...There is a food I hate to eat, I hate it in my mouth it taste like slime in my mouth, the nastiest food on earth! Oh how I hate okra, oh how I hate okra, oh how I hate okra, the nastiest foo......

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...Fear lost the human race each and all in their place no one moves do we breathe no one looks no one sees Standing in perfect circles alone hear the beeping of a phone it 's the heart of a singl......

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...World's kaleidoscope turns gray-green. The elders request: summon please, it's August, coerce Earth's palette to wake absent artist, Autumn. Kaleidoscope's gray cylinder wants reddish, orang......

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...It is the cruelest of hate Creeping like an imposturous reptile In the morning light of Eve’s Garden Fangs dripping with malice Searching for tender flesh to taste Cruel hate clandestinely cha......

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...Although I was retired and full of energy, ......

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