Best Embroider Poems

Remembering the days of yesteryear
when family ties were held most dear,
gas lamps flickered in the back street
while most of us danced a different beat.
Tragic alleyways...

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A sword of the heavens did glean

From railings and arbors 
of dead thorn and bramble,
where ghostly reminders remain

Fall droplets of blood ‘pon
a crimson embroider
 left...

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The experience of penning one's thoughts to paper
for the perusal of others
offers a certain inner satisfaction
that must be experienced to be appreciated;
letting your words guide...

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She strains to find her footing in orthopedic shoes
       my grandmother's clop-clop walk to me
    ...

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I want the sun
Served on a dish of silver and gold
Carved by the skilled hands of Hephaestus. 

Pick up Mount Olympus
Place it down at my...

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Apprehend a blessed moment
of wonderful haughty agreeableness

Embroider it into a legacy hour
Exhilarated and motivated yet?

Not a gargantuous task 
bohunks and lunkheads can do it

Jocular? Not...

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I learned to embroider.
And it was fine.
Herringbone stitch. 
Tah Dah Tah Dah!

I learned to crochet
Bah Bing. Bah Bing.
Truly thought 
I had found my thing.

I learned...

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How do I decide when it’s time to say goodbye?
 The rose tinted contacts of love
Stain my vision as I struggle to decipher
The difference between...

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Empty sheet a blank canvas
and a wall hanging a screen arras
listen to me—share your journey
why didn't you earn to draft a guernsey? 

Igniting the flame
 ...

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I am free to choose where I plant my feet,
to ramble down the path and into the sun
In the orange columns cast by lamps on...

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Tune weavers sigh and sigh

 The unblinking eye

Embroider thoughts

Tree line Groves

Fingered love prints

Hearts unfold

Cold and broken

Tattered and yellow

Wistful carousel

Going round  round and around

As surely...

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Virtue of my innocence anticipates your touch.
I am satin, weave your weft yarn over my waft yarns.
You are velvet, my kiss longs to smooth your...

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For a day, for a week, for a month you will be remembered
Those who knew you well
Family will always recall that you have left a...

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Prithee how could i describe thee
You are the morning glory, beauty and virtue,
Mind and soul symbolically personify
Your image send relief to ease my longing soul,
I...

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http://articles.latimes.com/2004/dec/25/nation/na-cowboy25

Either Sown or Sewn

or Flower or Flour

Either it is to be sewn or sown

Which one should be left alone?

Maybe small seeds or some stitching

Back and...

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