#pin poems on Hello Poetry

Cathryona Aug 2016

I see the needle in my eye
I see the silver tip
That holds every microbe known to man
I see it
In my eye,

In front of my eye-

The tip glistening under the
Beam of light that has refracted
From the broken windows,
it's getting closer now.
The silver pin ******
Will soon be dyed in red
And all my secrets and
Rumours
And evil
And good
Will spill into my hand,

Everything that I know
Will be washed away
And all my thoughts
Will kiss the ***** floor
And make a blanket of
Colourless emotions
And all my soul will pour out
When the needle strikes
**My eye

hi it's been a long time

#thoughts #idk #****** #needles #pin

Leslie Jade Apr 2016

Still into you

remember when we used to talk
underneath the pavements we walk
delusion has crept my vision
yearning like it's another fiction

pacing through cherished moments
painful it is, but I am blinded
art full of flaws, full of dents
replaced by wonderful beads

electrifying feels for you
longs and can never be diminished
journey of sufferings
reminisce, but will never fade

#love #broken #heart #pain #thoughts #mind #him #heartbroken #pin

MsAmendable Nov 2015

Sewing

Remember to put the pins
Back in the pin cushion
After you put all the pieces back together,
Don't drop them!
You wouldn't wish to step
On someone else's leftover pins,
Or pins you left over from fixing
Someone else.

#pain #sew #soul #piece #human #person #fix #needle #thread #pin

Rockie Jun 2015

Dart

The rocks don't stop you,
And neither does your prey's sharp teeth.
Gold, silver, grey and blue,
Darting into salty view,
What a lovely shade and hue,
I want to have you for my own,
And yet,
Here you are,
Away from the net,
Dart, dart, darting away,
Wonder of your fluorescent skin,
Smoother than the smallest pin,
A jokers smile is plastered for show,
Swim, swim, swim away.

#wonder #swim #pin #smooth #net #fluorescent #dart #darting

Kyle Kulseth Mar 2015

Absolute Pin

Checkered choices rise some nights,
play chess with all my frightful failings.
Queen's Pawn to Rook 5.
          Nail my footsteps
          to the concrete season.
          I'm losing pieces it seems.

I'm a sardonic grinner
     and under these eyebrows, it's nuclear winter.
Wending my way through the last
three years, I find no release valve.
The pressure will build and place
its long arm along my shoulder,
pull me far from my friends.
One.
                                         Two.
One.
                                         Two.
                   Step
                 by step
      by hammer blow step
a story is crafted, installed with a lock
          in a circular book.

Queen's Pawn to Ryman Street
                  1:45 a.m.
simmering skin over ice armored innards,
the freezing rain sends up my curses
                                               like steam
                                  clouding off of my shoulders
and into the skyline.

I've castled my way out of checkmate questions.
Not my move to make,
                     so I won't life a finger.
Queen's Pawn to front doorstep,
          then straight on to bed.

At first, I was pretty stoked on this one. Now...eeeh, not so sure.

#metaphor #retreat #chess #game #absolute #strategy #pin #avoidance #board #checker

Silence Screamz Jan 2015

Pin Drop Scream

Silent blue
Silent gray
Pin drop scream
Pain to stay

Mirror clean
Mirror crack
Pin drop scream
Reflection black

World stain
World crazy
Pin drop scream
Simply hazy

Scarlet sunshine
Scarlet moon
Pin drop scream
Music tune

Wonderfully pretty
Wonderfully lonely
Pin drop scream
Blank stare only

Thinking alone in a room about what has happened to the world and screaming

#lonely #world #crazy #scream #stare #drop #pin

Pride Ed Nov 2014

The Harlot's Mask.

Baby-dolled eyes,
and glamor velvet
encircles
with a cruel femininity;

the darkest pin-up
of your
diamond-dazzled
dreams always takes
it up a notch!

It’s all burlesque
and whispers
when you come into her
world of mirrored
desire that
plays just behind
her lips;

that dances just behind
her rhinestone mask.

The vampiress of
merlot, cigarettes,
and lace
always remembers
her prey;
a black-widow’s
striptease, cold
and calculated.

Again, she delights
in the fact
that she has broken
another man
she invited
in to her ruthless
masquerade.

For another prompt at allpoetry.

#up #dark #masquerade #pin #perverse #burlesque

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