Tools Poems - Poems about Tools

Oh farage do give it a rest..' at last things are more quiet Yet you have to beat your chest.' How much did you cost? Who has paid your price.? You turned your back and are Part of...Read the rest...

Forks can be multi-purposed. I keep one in my purse for emergencies. They are good to retrieve things that slide under booths in restaurants. Helpful to dislodge cockleburs from dog's fur Part my hair when I am waiting for...Read the rest...

Three days in - three days of school - and it’s like I never left. In school, you can get oversaturated with screens. I like books. They have a sense of permanence, they don’t glare back at...Read the rest...

We gave them complete control. Weren’t the tools designed to be used?...Read the rest...

All poems are unfinished Only those in sonnet are finished Completed, done, and terminated A poem can still be edited Revised, retouched and rewritten A poem is a powerful tool or weapon Leave alone my unfinished poems These are my spices, my...Read the rest...

Makes work more efficient the using hands as manual labor...Read the rest...

It sits out in your driveway a glittering metallic sculpture. It costs more than your house, you love it more than your spouse. You can hardly drive it, it’s too high, you can barely park it, it’s so wide. Like an...Read the rest...

mom's secret weapons whether plastic or metal they all hurt the same...Read the rest...

Poop stuck in the hole push to purge without success Get me the vise grips! Inspired by, I do do give credit to Jan Allison. I hope this is not offense to Souper's!...Read the rest...

In 2016 when I bought my town house, one of my first visitor's was my ex-spouse. He wanted me prepared for life's breaks and knocks, so he gifted me my very first tool box.. I never acquired these...Read the rest...

when some men forget...Read the rest...

Her work tools, My antique, They remind me of her dedication, They stayed with her till her migration. Her hands were unwearied by gloom, They strived until there was bloom. She was untiring in her quest, Dawn awakened her zest, In her chamber,...Read the rest...

His work tools In a box My keepsake The story He told me Days gone past I relate Even words Unspoken January 27, 2023. Tricube Poetry Contest, Sara Kendrick....Read the rest...

A more prolific key to preventing a sinful monoculture of crime is recreating a sincere inclusive climate for trauma prevention Just as a more robust tool for healing narcissistic egocentrism is curiosity to understand catastrophic anthro-supremacism Just as a more effective resource for...Read the rest...

You stole from an alien You thought you knew how to use my tools? We have special liquids flowing through my veins that makes the tools work. You stole from an Alien, but don't know how to work...Read the rest...