Best Blankets Poems
Blankets of stardust, showers in sprinkles of gold
Bathing together in starlight, what beauty we behold
Golden stardust that’s magic, and lights up your eyes
Sprinkles all around us, our love gained this prize.
Blankets of stardust to wrap and enfold us so tight
This promise is for lovers, every moonlit night.
The Sparkle of love, sprinkles with each piece of stardust
Entwined in the sparkles, and showers of golden trust.
Trust never to hurt or cause each other pain
Bathed in showers of stardust and love once again.
The blanket of stardust that will pillow your head
Laying under the moonlight, no more to dread
Covered with a blanket of stardust, such a magical thing
Surrounded by the sparkles, wrapped as in a golden ring.
© ~GG~ 23/12/2012
Cuddling in soft blankets
feeling cherished
adding Vicks
which brings me extra comfort
and childhood memories
I pick up my warm mug
filled with hot chocolate
overshadowed by the large
melted marshmallow
floating all over the top
Life is grand!
Bedding posts
Linen looms
American dreams
Nested inside
Knitted sheets
Eyelit lace
Threads of silk
Showers heard
By Susan Mills
buried in blankets, I watch snow cover the deck. . . my kitty’s soft purr
for 'Best Monoku You Wrote Old or New' Poetry Contest
of Chantelle Anne Cooke
ice snow is falling
on sweet frozen spring flowers . . .
icy blankets melt
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April 15, 2018
Poetry/Haiku/icy blankets
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1013-200-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym
Written for the contest, Haiku(theme nature)
sponsor, Mick Talbot
Third place
Another warm blanket
smothering our soul;
its threads
bound with toxins
weave through us all.
While our north
suffocates
caught in its fold,
our Inuit future
is already sold.
The hem is dripping milk
sour from the breast.
The weight of this truth
should be crushing our chest.
I make cuddle blankets for children in need,
they are sewn with bright flannel material,
hoping each child will hug it with joy,
feeling secure in a world that is upset down,
saying a prayer for each little one wearing a frown.
I make cuddle blankets for children in need,
dropped off at shelters who protect abused women
who escape with their families out of dire fear,
sometimes with clothes on their backs and no more,
prints vary from dinos to cars to satisfy the score.
I make cuddle blankets for children in need,
a project which makes my sewing machine hum,
each stitch is a labor of love as they are created,
turned to the right side and edges ironed flat,
attaching embroidery stitches as a final pat.
I make cuddle blankets for children in need,
this is something that comes from my heart,
it provides hours of pleasure for a retiree
who wants to give back to those in need,
a dream which has turned into a good deed.
Blankets For Jerrin
Some people might look at these blankets I have made you thinking
your grandma should stick to things for her to write
but after all dear grandson they will still
provide for you a warm and cozy night.
You see they thought not perfect were
made for you with hands of love
hands that wanted to leave for you
a touch from our Father above.
Oh yes I tried to make these blankets perfect
and beautiful to the natural eye
but the more I tried and tried the more
things well to be sure went awry.
So I settled for a life’s lesson
that I won’t soon forget this test
for when we have done the best we can do
we need not to be ashamed for we have done our very best.
Written by: Grandma Marilyn S. Jennings
July 5, 2009
Star dust , too, through and beyond the milky way
Like a blanket made from the fabric of crushed hearts
The Galaxy speaks of human sorrows forever linked together
And look there, it’s a falling star
I look up and I ask God
For better words and I kept silent
For better days and I searched the light years
Then my thoughts descended like the star dying
Like a ball of fire
I deploy, I launch myself, the earth is my target
I see a constellation
I smile and continue, focused, and determine upon my destination
I pass through the stratosphere, I enter a different atmosphere
I’m just the messenger
And My Master is the Asteroid
Juxtapose , Truth’s twin is Wisdom
God’s Love is like a blanket of star dust
To cover us from those that harm us
To clothe us,
To give us guidance
To comfort us in times of sorrow
Now in the night, in the starlight
The scars in my heart they will find a way
The red brick walls safeguard us from the storm
soft comforter pulled up to keep us warm
in our new place
Oak leaves, like parachutes, fall towards the ground
alighting on the shroud of snow around
the bare tree's base
Brand new emotions we're discovering
as nurse pulls up the blanket, covering
your grandma's face.
// Poet's note: My wife and daughter both experienced the death of a
beloved grandmother in the year their weddings occurred. Joyful and
tearful memories are mingled, represented by these three blankets //
Little kids who go to bed
Very often wake up dead
Around their necks the blankets wrap;
While they sleep, their necks go, "Snap!"
Wake up choking in the night
Find the blankets tied on tight
Yank and pull the awful noose
Die because you can’t get loose.
From the ongoing series Lucifera's Questionable Daycare Poems & Stories.
like blankets you wrap
me up in your arms so tight
embracing my soul
warming me with your kisses
darling, never let me go
My day is simply incomplete;
no one else has liked my brilliant tweet.
And now, the views make matters worse,
prove I’m not so clever - how perverse!
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All of twitterdom seems to be lamenting the new feature of showing how many people have viewed your tweet. Pretty funny - people seem genuinely depressed at the number of folks who view their tweets without leaving a comment or a like. We are a nation/world of narcissists...
Fort Pueblo 1854, retaliation swift, no one was toying.
We rebels thought the British Empire annoying
Nonchalant agents ignored the plan with noncaring eyes.
It is a misnomer that the Europeans are the good guys.
We were the bad guys during the Indian Wars, totally unfair.
Giving smallpox laden blankets to the natives without care.
Making our friends our enemies, a move that was dire.
Making us less than people, a mean kind of fire.
In retaliation for the small pox deaths, White Earth led a raid.
He brought Apache and Utes in, to slay as if it were a parade.
They came to many a dwelling, and killed quite a few.
Dire displace of a woman and her sons, count of two.
I cry myself to sleep at night
Unfortunately, not everything is black and white
Oh, how my soul aches from the cold
Oh, your wings of flight are so bold
I wake up for the millionth time...
Wrapped up in your blankets of benevolence
Wrapped up in your lullabies of evanescence
I relax in your blanket of...
Benevolence that I've been dreaming of...
I've dreamt a dream of my long lost love
It was many years ago...now, I'm a lonely glove
I've been trekking down Sorrow Town
I tread in dread upon the Earth with a frown
And you got me caught up in the strife,
Giving me hell in this corrupted life
But, there's goodness and hope beneath the rubble
I lost track of time, so let's get warm and cuddle
Away from harm's way...
Away from harm's way...
Come here and stay...
Don't stray away...or get led astray...
I will move you with my sway...
And keep you nice and cozy
In the blankets of benevolence...
You are engulfed in my remembrance...
Forevermore,
The one that I adore