Matches Poems - Poems about Matches

Book of Matches and Phone Number If you put a book of matches and your phone number on a slip of cardboard (lined and sickly yellow) on your mantelshelf in relation to each other they’ll mull over the best way to stop forever the fierce growl of animals. And too butcher glove stench will go. ...

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Playing With Matches We wired kids drank coffee in Kroger's and stoled fire and cigarettes. We were free. Hoses doused a funeral pyre. We kissed girls felt fears something like young desire, warmth we'd chase for years....

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Just bring me a box of matches and some pretty blue thread I had no idea what was in the mind of my creative cousin Ned He whipped up a climbing ladder, and stuck it near the bread We went right up in a few minutes, and were amply fed....

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We are in the furniture store. Oops. Pardon me, ma’am. We are in the DEEEEE SIGN….ERRRR Store. I see a bed I like. I say “I feel like throwing a match in my house and starting over.” Elise is snickering on cue. The designer of the month is walking behind us. I know because I recognize her from her giant photos in...

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What matches orange? The husband asked thinking the couch was a mistake. She was a decorator – not a paid one, but nevertheless, she was a visionary. She had the room put together in a week. People raved about its beauty. Husband tried to take credit for the orange couch a couple of times. One look made him back off; but he...

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Those amber embers of muted mushes those emerging shades of shadows as suns tendrils soften skies that grey to nights touch Rays of golden reds and readied goals Stretching clouds that simper into twirls of wisp its journey ongoing leaving the night to cool the glowing stretch of lines splatter in combing breaks and sprays and fishing stars present from light that once was...

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The years pass but the soul doesn't accept... The body undergoes changes, that heart rejects... the legs creak as if they were teeth, and the teeth fall out as if they were drunk... The body ages, but not the soul of child... The skin, the fur, the hair if discolor, but the spirit if maintain it fixed at the age that it suits us: we all stay in thirty or forty, because we all desire reach hundred but not now... reach hundred...!...

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Unable to match The death tolls Box after box of matches...

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-you should fear the fourth of November because your old butt is sitting on a powder keg after a summer of disease and restriction after a summer boiling over with George the young are holding the matches and day upon day upon day the media spits gasoline in their pimply black veiled faces. The "black veils" have no immunity to losing because they've been...

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I sit here waiting for my fish dinner Wondering if Club America is going to be a winner With no wall in sight The casino sports books say this is going to be a good match, right One side of the country views Say complain and campaign until they can not refuse While the other...

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rubbing our legs together slowly then rapidly hoping to light a fire...

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Showing off again lol, I made this for my grandsons wedding day Once the fire is lite you must let it burn If you have a match that has struck your soul Let your heart burn and never let go For the match that has lite your fire Will bring light into your eyes And others will see this flame That...

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Imagine a match that when struck's flame is colored, Its box shows us people (each different race), And with slogans that sparkle like, "Come Light My Fire!" Wow! Marketing's easy! A nice change of pace! "A Colored Flame's Better!" Will matches, so rad sell? "Please Rub Us The Way That You Like Is Our Plea!" "Lucky Strikes! Oh, So Hot!" Have...

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The art shop went up in flames No one was at fault These things happen All colors screamed out in black and white Insects inside ran furious with the paint Toasted crisp with no complaints Their secrets too are safe Regarding the rain Which was already falling Kept its distance from the unusual Watering plants in plain sight As you might expect Fire hoses twisted with men...

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Burned Out Matches Here I am Trudging up a mountain Littered with burned out matches, Holding my hand high enough to keep the light on me But out of the darkness Words of determination run through my mind Like a song you just can't get out of your head. You can do it You are strong You will be okay Here I am Walking up a...

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