Doorstop Poems - Poems about Doorstop

...Sits there and judges. How dare you mock me! Do you think I have time to perfect smocked sleeves? Turned down collars Frilly blouses Pleats wrinkle-free. You are redundant No longer of use......

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...We bought a doorstop today, For our great-grandson Noah It was in the shape of a Giraffe One like I've never seen before. This doorstop had an attitude, He had a cheeky grin, His eyes were br......

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...IS THIS...? Poem 8/17/ Written for Jim Eslinger , 37-year anniversary What are these specks we must trudge over, Transplanting ourselves from one wilderness to Another? Is this ......

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...Perhaps like a lightning bolt of clear out of the blue rigor mortis (tenon and three decades hence) two thousand fifty nine if you count from January 13th 2019, adieu attest that day 9 months......

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...I Found My Head In a Thrift Store, I found my passion, A life-size carving of a wooden head; I thought it would be a piece of conversation, Unfinished though it was, I want it, I said. The ......

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...Ada McDonald 1873-1906 This is a mistake! A huge contretemps indeed! A foul up of the most egregious kind! You see, it wasn’t my time yet, This death thing; I had things to do still......

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...the combustion of combinations of created An angle of a candle in a demi flux should not be mistaken for tooth floss, cherry pickers, or ironing boards. For the numerous numbers of numerals note n......

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...Book is the only stop Where all halt from top For knowledge or whop Of all sort and thoughts slop. Though it clear drains prop For teacher or for carhop. They are vaguely clear lop Whenever re......

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...Orange October The words orange and October surely a unity made in heaven Giant pumpkin faces that light the way up darkly garden paths. Orange ghoulish faces, grin like cut throat pirat......

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...About Bill Posters and Bill Greenwell Words not to use in poems In 1993, I (Bill Greenwell) went on a three-day workshop with the poet Peter Sansom, who co-edits The North, and runs the Smith/D......

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...Death must be old fashioned way up in the future. Nobody's gonna die. Tell me when. Should I solicit from the reaper? Must I decide with my keeper? Must I still try to be alive? QUIET now must I pr......

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...My skin prickles, hair on my arm flag-raised. Quite peculiar, actually, someone or something, is watching me. I recalculate my senses, dusting off pre-conceived notions of paranoia. Across the room......

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...Pumped Reams of paper sit upon my desk accordioned untidily, dimpled where the cat stood or sat too long. The wastepaper basket was full of crumbled balls, reflecting the topography of the Nepali a......

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...“holiday” card scramblers seen them “holiday” card scramblers heads down, frantically shuffling fingers through the leftover scraps of the rush from last week, from the weeks before, from that crazy......

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...if you have lived to see either side of 30, you have been offered a fruitcake--- it might have been round these “holiday” times, when people celebrate their fictional characters that got the horrible......

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