Best Embroidered Poems

I got a SoupMail; didn’t know
Who sent it, so I read it.
A person found a poem of mine
And had the thought to thread it.

By that, I mean embroidery – 
She stitched it, oh, so neatly,
To make a lovely sampler which
Just floored me, quite completely.

Although she...

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She blithely dreams of flitting butterflies,
 essence of lemon-drop poetry and
 lighter-than-vapor argent cotton candy castles
 upon empurpled cloud embellishes,
meanwhilst wistfully hot air balloons 
designed of lilting paisley embroidery
inflated with the airy fragrance
 of wildflowers' whimsied zestfulness
merrily drifts furthermost simultaneously
burbling curiouser moons & starry dusted
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Along the lovely verdant side
A spirited campus doth reside
Arouse the defts - yes they say
Molded deeply like clay.

In thy dark forest deeply sank 
And there in every rivers bank
One found refreshment and delight
Could send a heart in joyful flight.

A dig deep trench in thy beauty’s...

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Spirit-born sun stood in my heart momentarily
It was naked and rolling around seeking for a shelter
Feeling the cold body it moved to my limbs
Spreading itself in strange little particles…

I gathered my sunny soul into my blood
I took it inside my aorta so it could feed...

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In the valley there is a boat
I gloat at this discovery
And look for the crests
That shook my spinal column

It is the curls of dreams there
Pearls of turquoise delight
For which aspires everyone
While swimming in English channel

Thanks to the bliss in the current
In pink yellow and orange
Van...

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I embroidered my dreams on my skin, with threads of desires and burning hopes,
But now they pull at every movement, tearing me from within.
In the burnt pages of my journal, there you live,
Somewhere between the gray ashes or in the scent of dried roses.
You will...

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* Depicting a young child or baby with sight impairment 
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Under the mantle of night, embroidered with hidden symbols and untold secrets,
The stars reflect infinite desires, like eternal jewels in the abyss,
With finite pages and ephemeral moments of intense passion,
But the thirst for reading and the ardor of loving remain infinite,
They surpass even death, our...

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To Live and Breathe ———-
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For time, again,
I dive into the Arts:
Colors my joy,
Lines my breath,
Words to tour 
   feelings, and these
Pens and pastels are
My instruments to
Draw upon the music
Of my solace…
Or, my thrill
Of translating
The scenes I see.
Where
The Peace of God 
May be All…
Surrounding…
Creating…
Stroke...

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