Best Crafters Poems

the world craves
more artists
creative souls
sensitive antennas
conceptual skills
performing arts
artisans of beauty
painters
crafters
poets
musicians
dancers
the world craves
more expression
more love
more magic

your life is your gift
back to the universe

be the poem
that moves...

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Yesterday was Button Day;
I somehow let it slip
Or maybe I just chose instead
To button up my lip.

Begun in 1938,
This date was set aside
To celebrate the...

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	God Bottles Those Tears
	Shed For
	 Fallen Roses
	In Memory Of a Friend
	Written: By Tom Wright
	5-17-00 
	
	Sleep,
	Lay heavy o'er the room.
	Fading fast, a single Rose,
	That once you...

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puzzling with all the words in the order
and changing them - around, and 'round again
effecting or affected by affective disorder
to sound around some pleasing refrain

what's...

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Pleasant caresses for the ear,
Offers of phrases sweet to hear,
Everyone worthy to be heard,
Telling stories word by word.
Rare INFUSIONs for our eyes,
Young and old the...

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Courier arrived today,
Doorstep gift in the usual way,
Nothing better than this,
Inhale wool to craft and knit,
It's about textures and threads,
No wool is what I dread,
"Fat...

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The Temptress And Her Dark Spread Wicked Web

Your course was chosen, waiting for you to find it
Love came forth and you sought to forever bind...

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We are crafters,I know, 
We do things row by row,
We'll do housework at the end of this row,
We said that several hours ago!...

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In all my modest travels abroad,
believe me when I say
’tween the tigris and euphrates I’ve trod,
and seen a Great Lighthouse by the Bay;’

A magnificent construct,...

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Here I am, home alone,
 I do not whinge or moan,
 I have wool and yarn.
For patterns, I do not go far,
Crafters do not need...

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God, Bottles Our Tears
shed
For Fallen Roses
By: Tom Wright
4/26/00

Sleep,
lay heavy o'er the room.
Fading fast, a single Rose,
that once was held, full in bloom.
Now,
It's fading petals have...

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I know how to party,
On Friday nights, really,
I have crocheting, you see,
A stash of yarn, and coffee,
I'd say that's quite a party,
Hope all the crafters...

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Carol singing,
Jingle bells ringing,
Cookie baking,
Eggnog making,
Shoppers shopping,
Temperatures dropping,
Kettle bells clanging,
Mistletoe hanging,
Package wrapping,
Crafters crafting,
Tree trimming,
Excitement brimming,
Lights flashing,
Children laughing,
Friends calling,
Snow falling,
(wishful thinking),
Cocoa drinking,
Families gathering,
Everyone chatting,
Faces glowing,
Love is...

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A voiceless emoted summer ran amok the muse music's mandolin strummer.

Essence of antiquity wander and sulk...
Arched building's olden archetecture is many awsome massive like hulks.

Gargoyles...

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In another narcoleptic nightmare,
along crepuscular curbs
I am endlessly stalked by the depraved. 
Their railing against conspiring contrivances.
These gaslighting doctors of spin.

On every corner a barking...

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