Drawstring Poems - Poems about Drawstring

...Marvelling in the pink afternoon, pretending to crochet a drawstring. I’ve done it before, at least once before, followed the pattern. Closed the purse. I can’t nearly begin to learn that not all......

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... On a misty mountaintop, where eagles guard the skies, a priestess awaits, like a pacing dragon, her lover's gaze to stair upon like a tiger from a pit, her wait become but shadows ......

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...Whom I have lose It's a demand of my life When she was in Bank I saw her hair band She was an angel I am a devil Drum of drums into my heart When I saw but she is an angel I am a fool she ......

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...You’ve got to have a certain knack when opening your Silly Sack; the beasts within will soon attack with no hold barred, no turning back. Now these are not the monstrous sort, it’s just that t......

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...You’ve got to have a certain knack when opening your Silly Sack for the beasts within will attack to win with no hold barred, no turning back. Now these are not the monstrous sort, it’s just ......

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...I remember shooting marbles during recess time. There were puries, tiny worlds of milky blindedness. Big heavy steelies, bearings from salvaged, derelict machines, Hematite cores of some new known......

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...Let me see if I still remember how to light an emotion with just one touch Caress the linen dreams of my hot summer day with just the sound of your sweet laughter .. I shall attempt to......

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...The thin white line of sanity stretches Between empty horizon and smoky sky, Where mind bereft struggles for breath, choking, The drawstring tightening, pulling the dark - The soundless, hollow......

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...THINGS WITH STRINGS Spider's web, strings of stars, a weaver's loom, and old guitars. Balls of yarn, and DNA, string bikini, and crochet. Cats cradle, spools of thread, Tails on kites, and ......

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...My friend and I were talking about the weather and how it relates to his business. He said, "This time of year, my life is all about leaves". I said, "That would make a great poem title". He inform......

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...........jiggle clumsily; post halter- behind braids- busy in evacuation of the cool pool water, like a carefree bull in the field. Her eyes sharp and cruel, unyielding to the faulter. Fixating on......

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...It still hangs there, there on the back of my door. “Wa d’y lev ut thur?” I can hear you say in that Chatterley-esque accent of yours, rippling through me. “It’s so I can smell you” ......

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...Burlap and satin went to the dance It was held at the old Fisher Barn Burlap wore a fine Gunny sack Adorned with a drawstring of yarn Satin sported a shimmery weave Trimmed with buttons of gol......

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...This Year’s Champion It’s the last of the snow Spring finally arrived Time to get ready for battle Time to get my little hands On my bag of marbles Way up there since winter Abandoned on my......

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...It’s the last of the snow Spring finally arrived Time to get ready for battle Time to get my little hands On my bag of marbles Way up there since winter Abandoned on my bookshelf A droopy, li......

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