Best Close Knit Poems

Sitting beneath the stellar awning
Humbly, shall I comemmorate
Before the sun, creeps in crawling
Every star shall I dedicate
To you, My Love; Look at the skies
For you, My Love, I most despise.
 
To you, I say, in subtle north
Go tell him how my heart did bleed
When he...

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I’ve always been restless since I was a kid,
to settle near drives me insane.
I’ll just throw together the best that I can
what I own and be gone again.

Boxes long packed I had stacked in a shed,
are obsolete, so I feel that I have
to lighten my...

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Jesus did many other things as well. If every one of them were written down, I suppose that even the whole world would not have room for the books that would be written. John 21:25 NIV


Tell Me, Who Do You Say That I Am

The wind...

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You knew you were going to die. 1
And yet you came, thinking no matter how insane,
the man on the seat of power would never want you dead
… it would be too much on his head.

And so you came, and there in the brightness of the...

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La couleur de toi repose sur mes lèvres

roll with me, dear desire 
wrapped in close knit harmony
tongues danced, amidst the dialect
quenching mellow thoughts of me

crimson tips towards cinnamon
hunger breached a breathless breeze
autumn holding to her fragile leaves
grasped with innocence, one last tease

the color of you...

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BELLS

I.

Bells has a tingling ring to it,
a jingledy-jangle silver tone.
The tympanic waltz, close knit —
angelic chorus of Christ’s throne.

And Winter parades its magic —
the pure white snow purling gold.
Morgans’ shiver and shake chromatic.
Enchantment’s carol — behold!

O Christmas day — the pearly gates
stretched wide open in...

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Christmas has always been for family;
it has always been more about them
than the season’s trappings and gifts.

A time for wide-eyed children,
for delight and giddy happiness,
for smiles that come easily to each and all.

A time when we can appreciate
our close-knit bonds; all of us wanting
to be...

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I was a skillful, amiable nursery worker, cultivating blooms in a greenhouse,
Like feverish and fragrant blooms, often grown in redbird's green treehouse.

Hours were spent sowing seeds, adjusting conditions, and also and pruning,
As June full moon nights await dawn, in utter hush as blooms are swooning.

It...

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A warm, glowing September night.
Nondescript small town bar with
people enjoying fine company and revelry.
College football game just finished.
We won!
Some friends find a table and 
a deck of cards. Pinochle.
Smiling, joy, and laughter. Lively conversation.
Good will and companionship hold sway.
"A dollar a game?"

'Saturday Night Live' on...

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It took some heavy digging and a lot of clever research.
But scientists have now explained in full detail how evolution works.
Finally it all comes together after much debate and so much time.
(To appeal to the little 'uns they even told it in rhyme).
"And from the...

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They once lived here on Hudson River banks-
     Lenape Indians of long ago.
Beneath our home may lie the underworld
     of spirits that we know to come and go.

Our kids and friends held campfires down the hill,
 ...

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Quote By Poet "The faces of pretty flowers will brighten anyone's day."

Here in a lovely garden we sit,
growing very close-knit.
Our faces of pretty color,
are bigger than a sand dollar.
We love to get a kiss from the rain,
makes our growing not feel in vein.
The bees came...

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In years to come as we talk to our grandchildren, I hope that we all can say,
I remember when SARS arrived, the worry, the concern that troubled day.

A fellow Infection Control Practitioner confided that “I feel so all alone, 
We’re dealing with a disease, how...

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I’m from small town homes and rose bushes overgrown, with
Close-but-not-too-close-close-knit-crazies.
Where my best friend lives down the block and I make late night trips to her house past the town curfew, because I am from just inside the city limits.
Where I can’t drive underage in a...

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Home Is Where The Heart Is


Oh my goodness
"Lets Party, Family Reunion"
Family of 10

Its all good, we stay close knit
Look forward to cookouts
Mardi Gras here is a big hit

Our seafood is the best, fresh from the bayou
My moms the best cook
Shrimp boulettes, jambalaya, just to name...

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