Poppet Poems - Poems about Poppet

...Let yourself fall out of that trance.. there’s no wrong way to cast magick Poppet, we can’t lose all we’ve known for more than a millennium a ritual will mirror just one thing the heart and int......Read the rest...

...Hedgehog, O hedgehog dear spiny, meek and mousy poppet. In England where the tickly grass grows greener we galumph in our rubber boots up to your little Hobbit nests beneath the thorny bushes......Read the rest...

...Almost a month now and the emotions honeymoon-surfaced fast Plagued by the invasive thoughts of which one of us will prove to last Anxiously waiting to see if our Jenga game will wobble, fall and c......Read the rest...

...You're so far away from me and I suck trying to go slow when I know I wanna snatch you up, bail you out, and take us to our new home It's hard when I'm alone in the shower - I can't hold you quite ......Read the rest...

...Inviting you into my heart was both a blessing and a curse did you not think ? to tell me in less reckless ways you lost yourself in this fragile dance for two Inside this tango of passion you d......Read the rest...

...On beginning to compose a new poem... Assaying thoughts gambol, scuffling as in an affray née crushing, jockeying, stampeding... demanding equal airplay gushing as metaphorical think spigot t......Read the rest...

...I am your little voodoo doll your little effigy, I am what you hate the most, your number one enemy You made a model of me so that you could inflict pain at any time, and what did I do to deserve th......Read the rest...

...Amidst the amazing aroma of the angelic sticks Cheering along the chants of charismatic priests Promising on the petals of pearly purity You said, "I LOVE YOU" During the dreadful dreams of d......Read the rest...

...A poppet swings upon a paradigm of flight. Cruising at an altitude below the starry night. Its wings made out of vines. Its seat reverberates in oak. A poppet’s pure airborne oxygen o......Read the rest...

...The endless page is a story of meaning that she has so excellently sewn The endless sentence is but a fire that she has so excellently extinguished and she mixes quill and ink. Among the morni......Read the rest...

...I am a would be "poet". I guess you know what I mean "poppet". I got my minds made up to my God at this "moment". Evil things, bad things, Jesus make me "vomit". On my past life, I know many will "comment". But I ain't scared, I am backed by ......Read the rest...

...How do I keep writing when my words have no sense, how can I keep going, from happy to tense, how do I keep going wrong, why does my poem turn into song? Why do I struggle to fall asleep, why do m......Read the rest...

...Tis midnight, no star shining, My sorrow is nearly burning All my soul, within me, stirring, In my heart all hopes are dying. As I watch you, dead you're lying, There upon the velvet poppet, Li......Read the rest...

...The game you think glamorous and wonderful It is not really, it is dangerous. Watch these poppets bit carefully Their dance is quite similar. Note their reins. Do you want to know? Why......Read the rest...

...Dear parents, don't you agree that you all quite regularly see Your tiny pranksters shouting loud - Higher and shriller than they are allowed? So here's the solution to end all your worries - ......Read the rest...