Best Darning Poems

Make Do and Mend,

Years ago we had jobs
We had fun and money in our pocket
Things were much better then
Once you could go out the door
And...

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At the end of summer as the days light grows shorter,
I’ll pack up the last pains of trouble, and live every tranquil
Moment of splendors warmth...

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The cat sat on the windowsill, 
And stirred a little in his sleep.
Each breath a cloud upon the glass 
And outside the snow was falling...

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I opened the sewing basket, letting my eyes and hands run over the tools she had used—the scissors, the darning egg, the pins and pincushion,...

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...inspired by 'Cul-De-Sac' by Allen Tate


The golden sheen had turned to rust,
the laughter to a pile of rags,
the joy to ghostly lamentations,
how the weighted second...

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...inspired by 'Cul-De-Sac' by Allen Tate


The golden sheen had turned to rust,
the laughter to a pile of rags,
the joy to ghostly lamentations,
how the weighted second...

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"Those were better times. Good times!
Being round my grands…

It reminds me of my grandparents;
Grandma, baba, ouma, bomma grandmother;
Love to read poems sing them ole time...

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Dark slide grind

Skating around issues
Breaking ice around in spheres 
Wearing gaudy skirts that sparkle
In the wind
People never believe things until 
It’s the end

What will it...

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I open the sewing basket, letting my eyes and hands run over the tools she had used—the scissors, the darning egg, the pins and pincushion,...

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Most of my precious childhood memories center around my mother. She’s the reason why I’m alive, why I smile, and why I cry. The memory...

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Currents
by Michael R. Burch

How can I write and not be true
to the rhythm that wells within?
How can the ocean not be blue,
not buck with the...

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She holds it in her little hand,
the arm of her friend, Teddy Bear.
It had finally been torn off,
from what started as a little tear.

Her tear...

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How to
Capture
Between pages
Or pixels
Or caught between
Stitches 
Do memories catch
Between the threads?
Does love
Linger in the ink?
One can pray
In the silence
Where laughter once rang
Find the steady beat
Of...

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by the time you've read this 
i'm afraid our ships may have 
already boarded i do hope 
you are not to ravished about
 
our departure...

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I WISH I'D LEARNED TO SEW

I wish I’d learned to sew
My mother asks me how
How I’ve survived till now…
I tell her I don’t know

I’m feeling...

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