Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member

Members

Poems

Brother Jimmy May 2017
Fidget spinner
This year's winner

The latest fad
All schoolchildren had

To have

"We have to have it!", they exclaim,
"Last year's toys just aren't the same!"

A nine dollar trilobular spinning wheel?
Why would you need one? What's the deal?
"It demonstrates conservation, Dad.
Can't we PLEEEEASE get some?"

Conservation?

"Conservation of angular momentum"

So it's educational, eh?
Oh, okay.
#fad
Marian Apr 2013
A spinner of dreams I am
What a tangled web I weave
Both Night and day
My web is made of colours grey

Oh what a dream I can spin
One for me and one for you
Under the Moon's shimmering rays
And under morning's misty haze

Oh you would love the dreams I can spin
If only you could see beyond the simple world
That this world is an enchanted one full of delight
Whether it be day or whether it be Night

I sit alone on my chair in a huge tower
Spinning those dreams and weaving upon my tangled web
A spinner of dreams I am
Oh what a tangled web I weave

*~Marian~
Elizabeth Kelly Nov 2014
I like myself
I try to find
the common ground
in Me and I.

I like myself
I try to find
the common ground
the eye to eye.

(I try to see
the eye to eye)

I like myself
I try to find
the common ground
the desperate sigh.

I spend it all
I spend my time
on basking wounds
in deserts dry.

I like myself
I try to find
the common ground
the Me and I.

The statements made
the inner spy
I escape
the spinner's eye.

I like myself
And by the by
I make myself
the glowing I.

I hate it all.
I hate the cry.

I hate the Me.
I hate the I.

I like myself
I like the spy
I accept
The spinner's eye.