Best Brocade Poems

Written: November 09, 2023
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An allegedly assured affix
distracted by wistfulness
to assess arousal of anguish,
wherewithal shadows tackle by day
amidst thick mist, in propinquity dry wells.

carrying a titian heartbreak on...

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An interval of quietude; she sleeps,
caressed by copper curls in silk cascade.
Observing beauty in her calm, he weeps,
remorseful of impassioned hands he laid.

From searching eyes, secluded pain she hides,
within her mind, love's solemn vow replayed.
Through purest skin, dark cast of anger rides,
wrapped safely 'neath soft...

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I am a tapestry
woven of colored threads
that intertwine to a pattern.
Details in subtle hues
spell opulent stories,
rich and beautiful as a life.

11/7/2017
For contest Fabric
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud...

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She wore brocade of red with silver threads
A tight fit, clinging to her shapely hips 
A matching shade of lipstick on her lips 
The lady was determined to turn heads
And turn around they did, news quickly spreads
On the cruise ship she both stunned and bewitched
She...

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Bequeath to me no inlaid jewel brocade 
If you are called before God calls to me. 
Your saphire blues and ruby reds will fade 
But give me fire that fueled your heart so free.

Your glowing flame a gift from God to thee 
As comfort balm...

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A spider carefully plans and schemes
the pattern for its life and quest.
It spends its hours weaving dreams
until it creates its sticky best.

Its web is tatted small and refined
or brocaded in heavy tapestry.
Soon prey finds itself entwined,
entombed within this basketry.

The spider calmly enswathes it,
a gesture quick...

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His earnest quest for survival
Has meant off-and-on revival,
Bus boarding to far-off crusades,
For weeks avoiding nice brocades…

Not anymore one who’d bubble,
Sometimes chin with a week’s stubble:
Arch enemies in connivance,
The injurious for contrivance;
Had in dreams poisoned his noodle
And Christ said “Straight into puddle!”
Enemies flexing raw muscle,
God making...

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