Objects Poems - Poems about Objects

Shadows Whether they will be small, huge, tiny, big, Short, tall, round, large or giant from anything and everything in this world, Shadows always appear. They will become attached to you when the light rays, Casts when something blocks you in the dark and, Follow you like a noir copycat mime. The silhouette forms the basis of a 2 dimensional...

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Objects Objects devoid of definite shape are responsible, with the loyal aid of tree roots, and to bagpipe music, for the breakdown of the Western Roman Empire (467 AD). ...

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The school bell's chorus wakes a drowsy room, Sunlight spills, a golden, dusty plume. Desks, once dormant, morph to galleons grand, Ready to set sail to each uncharted land. Chalk, a spectral hand, whispers wisdom's lore, Unveiling mysteries on the darkened shore. Sharpeners gnash their teeth, devouring leaden dreams, Leaving silver whispers where logic's spotlight beams. Globes, like captive Earths, continents in hold, Beckon's...

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Arguing with inanimate objects Can be very distressing To them My Roomba drove itself down the stairs The Keurig switched to decaf Alexa told me where to go Siri filed for a restraining order My iphone deleted the “find my phone” app My robot pet brought poop into the house When I hit the “autopark” button My car parks itself around the corner from the...

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“Objects of Affection” Objects of affection drop like white marbles from the sky we love to look to our heaven for all kinds of angels all’s fair in love and war when faith and belief in a stronger unified existence that type of love, denied trust walks out the door along a fine sharp line sucked into that endless place where the black ball is dropped, compartmentalised life interrupted for...

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Sunny and her love-object have broken up. It was a selfie-inflicted wound - a slapdash pic taken, that like a puzzle, revealed more than intended. We try and be thoughtful and considerate but we’ve only recently escaped from captivity. Perfectly nice people are capable of unfaithful deeds. Isn’t that what so much of great literature is about? Our lives are written...

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The Most Fragile on Earth are we, The creative brains, forever enslaved By the jealous mistress, the Muse. We’re the folk Fortune never embraced. Emotions wide open, tears on the ready, A fetish to embrace the senseless pain Of all humanity. We end up most often With angina, the sweet angst that kills. Are we mad, are we magnificent,...

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There is nature all around us Nature has many objects So many trees are around All an assortment are seen In the forest a river or stream It divides the forest in half Logs on the ground long and short Scattered everywhere on the ground Many dead trees still standing Do we hear the dead trees falling? Birds in the trees nesting their young Owls hooting...

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Cars are made of rubber in the land of US Asphalt highways twist and turn in pain Erased for your protection at the curb Life is no ones fault but yours May the DMV have mercy on your souls May they require daily inspections in your homes Stay inside away from stores Closed but open to suggestion Avoid shopping at all cost. ...

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There are certain items kept Sentimental objects are special They hold the good memories Some of us own one object While some of us own several It could be anything owned Mine are several items I treasure to my heart I framed a Christmas card A scene of Colpoy Bay area A painting framed of Wiarton My sewing table plus more A stain glass wheel hand made When...

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Your bottle of Wild Irish Rose wine is a potbelly pig bleeding in the tender over-turned dirt gnats linger near it like kids do a birthday cake when it’s about to be cut I am under a blanket thick as the snow that was on the steps left from the blizzard of 1993 I keep light on a page of my diary I sketch my dirty secrets in...

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She placed the small embellished table Beside the open window igniting its red glow As the natural light poured through Spurring witness with exquisite detail That begged for hands to caress and touch Its spiritually ornate expression and artful fate For It Was Crafted by the peasant master's hands In the spirit of the Berbers nomadic karma The unforgiving wood was promised by prophesy Taken...

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Give me something round Edges to life should be circular Beware of the elliptic mystery Rotate your marbles frequently Give me something spherical Two hemispheres in harmony Held together with super glue Solid to the core and spiraling Give me something not Michigan (Round objects are illegal in Michigan) Balls and clocks are criminal offenses Cops eat holes but not the donuts Give me something curled up Cylindrical...

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“Don’t turn your back on the water...” my grandmother told me as I skimmed stones across the tiny ripples of rock pools. Small scaly creatures and stones sliced toes like knives but we were full of excitement then, craning necks and nets at the alien life under water that swilled any blood away in a salty sting. Until...

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Flying things I once saw a flying pig there was a hard wind blowing from the east. over the bay of Cascais The wind slackened and dropped the pig that was alive and swimming ashore alas, where men with knives waited. Every café was serving pork in all its form a pig is versatile for human consumption. Can`t say the same for my...

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