Fabric Poems - Poems about Fabric

...In halls of time threaded upon the spindle of lingering thought, Youth sheds at dawn like dew entwined on strawberries, Weaving a veil of dreams and hopes, the storm is but a hushed song, The grea......Read the rest...

... Nervous I sat, waiting to be called. I wasn’t sure what it was he said, but it meant a lot to me. Then I realized, he was not talking to me. <>...Read the rest...

... It’s a peculiar feeling, isn’t it? To be one of 8 billion. To surely be the one and only soul to have unique experiences, immersive suffering, triumphs— Ha. A peculiar feeling to be sure, to......Read the rest...

...On the pathways in the valleys, where the sun weaves with the eaves' shadows, April's flickers spill to adorn the pale oases. Winter's shadows are extinguished, broken in the wait for buds to bloom......Read the rest...

... Come on guys I really need to go. My inside are about to blow, This line is way too long, No time to sing a song. I am filled with messy cargo.......Read the rest...

...A celestial dancer, pirouettes through the prismatic tapestries. It's luminescent waltz, illuminating secrets whispered at the crossroads of reality... ...the fabric of time... ...twisting the ......Read the rest...

...A celestial dancer - the light, pirouettes through the veil of existence, and with each gesture You,the conjurer,bend the fabric of time, twisting fate into new patterns. Illuminating secrets w......Read the rest...

..."One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love." Sophocles, Greek Poet How is the tender word love felt and seen, words have many meaning......Read the rest...

... Life is what you make it findingg a purpose and what you enjoy to do cherish time, life is a fabric you can knit Life is what you make it Hold onto humor and maintain wit Keep your mind ......Read the rest...

...THE STENCH OF INSOMNIA narcoleptic deities in charge of the world are tangled and detangled in the threads of time they are sardonic and bitter and out for revenge alien me......Read the rest...

...Where fleecy clouds, on rosy-quilt meandered, Motifs amethystine wowed tangerine horizon Embroidering on magenta arc, designs crimson, Beckoned by blushed-musings of marigold sun Spraying amber g......Read the rest...

...In the secretive corners of the soul, Where you are guided by the whispers of loss, There hides the seed of poetry — A precious stone born from the unseen pressure of pain. An ancient ritual in a......Read the rest...

...In the hollows of my soul when it rains with leaden sadness, And the clouds gather like grey jurors around me, I weave an umbrella from the glimmer of a dimmed dream, From that pure laughter, save......Read the rest...

... I love the end of the day, when the sun want to climb into bed. The moon will be rising soon, showing off it's big bright face. The white clouds, ......Read the rest...

...At the crossroads of time, where April flinches in buds parted, Spring dwells in the temple, a priestess in a procession of timid lights. A gentle breeze blows, carrying dreams stormy on the orbit ......Read the rest...