Bedspreads Poems - Poems about Bedspreads

...Does that old clothespin feel the cold Worry about its aged look Sun dried, rain tinted, grayed Does it think about the “clothing” Children’s flapping diapers Growing to blue jeans The “old......

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...Many see figures up in the clouds I see them in towels and bedspreads My family groans and says, 'Dunderhead' ~ Jealous of the fun I have in bed......

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...Shelah is an autumn fairy who loves pumpkins, squash, and maize. She lives in the best oak tree in Semi-Forgotten Forest. Old lady down the road makes quilts, so she snags material for free. So ma......

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...I make things with material and thread. To show you I care. Beautiful pillows for you to lay your head, Colorful quilts and bedspreads That you can take anywhere. I make things with material and......

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...The Visit Dimly lit room with flowered wallpaper, bridal chamber for a couple, 1920. In her noontime daydream she could see back then. Coal dust between her fingers, a strong back from ......

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...From A Mother To Her Queens Of Hearts I didn't know the meaning of life, For many many years. The sun rose and the routine began, Waking you, getting you ready, plaiting and ribboning, Packing......

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...There are so many ways To use some lovely feathers As a duster or head dress It even goes with leather I hear you have nice earrings when they are used in them Now many things are made of d......

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...On my kitchen counter sits A catch-all made of tin, A place for scissors, pencils and Whatever else fits in. My room was being painted in The color of my choice; And finally, for furnishings,......

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...She has been waiting in the wings now, at last, it is her time to shine slowly the bud opens to the mornings sun, petals each reaching for sunshine The glorious drone of the worker bees as they rush......

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...The night descends with a button down moon against a powder blue comforter sky, fluffed and puffed with the down of seed cat and nine tails bursting with pride. The mothers have called the dinnertim......

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...First let me start by saying “I AM A CLUTTER JUNKIE” A clutter junkie collects things any and all things, things that are unimportant and often cheap Things that have no purpose or meaning. Things......

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...In early August,before summer ends, before the winds of autumn gust, before new fashions and new friends, watching the glaze of the sun at dusk, The evening sky painted gold,yet cool, the days a......

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...I sang the words of Joni Mitchell and pretended to own barstools as my sweaters lost color, I scribbled words on napkins and slid drinks underneath them, I pretended to be... him. “Bu......

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...How many times can I say that I miss you? How many nights will I think "what would Liza do?" how many ways do I think of Liza? - as many and big as the sky is blue!!! but I'm stuck in here in ......

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