Best Crocheted Poems

white crocheted lace stretched
tight upon mucadines' trellis...
winter's bullace grape  ...

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Distant prayers echo through a lilac sky
light flickers brilliantly in angelic eyes
a yellow crocheted blanket falls to the floor
and a growing heart winks inside.

Kindness breeds...

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We'd laid old George to rest the week before,
at ninety-one he now rejoined his wife,
no heirs to his estate, so one thing more
to do, and...

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December Magic

Waltzing with the wind,
in crocheted gowns of white lace…
flurries of snowflakes
sway to sweet divine music...
that only angels can hear. 


12-24-2014


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Through the brambles of the arbor's vine,

an artist has spinned some silver lace

This net was cradled over leaves

slung low, and wet with dew.


Evidence was left...

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  Dear grandma, 
       you were my litchi  s u n r i s e, 
 ...

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This is about San Francisco,1967

Oh, yes that city had its own song!
It was a siren's call that sang;
"Here, Panagiota, is where you do belong!"
And my...

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Hope Anew

I try to keep the gloom at bay
While waiting for your precious birth.
Your beating heart in womb today
Spoke to my ears a wondrous mirth.

The...

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As Christmas beckons with season of cheer
I recall how we met, a hallway outside
Year Nineteen-Eighty in a film's premiere;
Offering your neck- scarf, we gently smiled.
...

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HOW I LOVE CROCHETING....HOW IT RELAX ME SO....
EVERY TIME I USE MY CROCHET HOOK....
I'M SOMEWHERE ELSE...FAR AWAY I LOOK...
WHETHER I'M DOWN IN WONDERLAND....
WHETHER I'M IN...

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Well I love my little poodlab-shitziddle
Though His paws are really large and his legs are rather small
And his body's kind-a chubby 'round the middle
His hair...

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Jealous are my delusions; 
demons possessive and breathing 
with persistence personified — myself
in woes and throes of sorrow
seeing not so much as a sky-high tender...

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Life without her
would never be the same
She was the loudest, proudest
most endearingly brash
sugar-sweet and pickle-sour
five-foot-two, force to be reckoned with
that anyone in Yell county had...

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Afghan, around shoulders,
crocheted winter-white.
Mama’s getting older.
Love her in hindsight.

Quiet, pretty, charming —
wise with snowflake hair.
Little sisters arming
her with loving care.

Forgives couple’s absence,*
our shamed shoulders bent.
Mama’s...

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Draped in diamonds like the starlit heavens 
she walks through the milky way and shines
like a burning candle in the thick of night 
She is...

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