Best Crocheting Poems

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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I am the crocheting granny,
the one who carries ample hooks
within a floral bag and yarn-a-plenty,
making baby blankets from how-to books.

I am the crocheting granny,
who looks...

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Even islands get lonely

Like weaving palm leaves to make baskets
Like crocheting to make a pair of socks
       We need...

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I remember you holding me in your arms
Rocking me gently while singing lullabies

I remember when you lived a short walk away
Relatives were local and get-togethers...

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Happiness Is:

Hearing and singing my favorite songs,
Accomplishing tasks that've been planned for so long.
Spending a day with a needle or hook,
Crocheting or stitching, or reading...

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Crocheting needles waved her fingers from a self-disclosed mind

Texture and pattern set lines like predictive text and autocorrect

Wool over her eyes would know how to...

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 Continued from Part 1 

The Beggars ’neath the balustrades,
and broken Children, Chambermaids,
are running wild from wraiths, afraid
	of dreams where death redoubles.
They fritter time with...

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These two are for Joseph and Idella, my mother's parents :
 
Sayings
Funny, southern
Attentive, inquiring, divulging
"Shut your mouth wide open!"
Mamaw
 
Vegetables
John Deere
Planting, fertilizing, watering
Working, filling the...

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What Was, What Wasn't, What Is

At the time that I was born, well I don't remember.
It must have been good. As I grew a little...

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under my bed                      ...

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Another crossroad.
Invalids weep when 
wearing another's
soiled diapers suddenly 
disappear.
In spite of the battered off-chance -
from a despondent interruption;
I'm the exposed exception.

Coarse fingers bleed.
My wheelchair spokes...

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She handed me a pattern for her bridesmaid dress
Intricate it was, and the fabric was sleek
My sewing machine skipped ‘tween each stitch, I confess
Knowing some...

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I feel the spirit of Christmas all around me
The spirit of Christmas is in the air
Especially during December

The spirit of Christmas is all around me...

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Wedges

He looked at me
huge chestnut wedged
in happy teeth,
bushy tail,
fully fluffed,
soft warning
of a hard winter
approaching.
He did not have time
to talk
no chatter today,
only business,
no time to dance
with...

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A superpower some claim it to be.

Turning yarn into a cardigan or doily.

Click clack go the needles in a flurry.

Beginners wonder why the hurry.

“Onto the...

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