Best Embroideries Poems

- 2016 -

- JANUARY -

A freezing cold evening

Where the stars shining bright

With frost blade flanks

From mouth and nose steam

In the clear silence

White untrodden snows

Nature's frozen pulse

Sleep like a little baby

One gracious moon

After the night the light is shattered into gold

At sunrise raise your heartbeat


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The ground is chained in frozen iron
Snow crystals glued on pine cones
Overhangs embroideries of polished ice
The wind shakes and shatters them into millions of pieces


Slowly more brightness toward longer days
A new light is born across a white landscape
With its beauty and bliss a squirrel in...

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                                 I am drying the dews of dawn
     ...

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Silent saxophones sing the reverberating echoes, the songs of the night as chirping crickets conduct

Violin strings drip flavor into each moment with melodies like embroideries of serenades

Cream painted roses lie lusciously on helpless guitars scenting the sound of earth’s praise like would the balm of...

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Sometimes, when 
your sparkling spirit 
waltzes with me 
to the perfumed 
periwinkle grooves 
of saffron breezes, 
I'm lost in a forever gaze, 
within those 
flickering ferns
of a nascent nightmare, 
where I ain't any 
velvet-purple orchid, 
which gets saved in 
every mellifluous 
moment by the 
sacrosanct...

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Bazaar
 

The nights’ chest opens up -
strings of illusions
rattle in palms
the knowing buyers haggle
for a dream
while the fascinated women
try on 
toles of princesses or odalisques.
In the shell of hope
genuine perls are priceless.

Silk labyrinth
of amber and incense,
amulets of shamans hidden in death,
a mirage in golden cases,
the...

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Betrayed 
I see a feeble fire dancing in the night
Glimmering and struggling against the darkness
 A sour ash smell fills my nose as I stare at the crimson flames
My eyes burn from the fuse of air and smoke that swirls around my face
The fire cackles...

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evil elise either emitted or emoted expansive everyday E’s
elroy elephant embodies extemporaneous entrails with ease
ellie eggplant embroideries endometriosis, exacting it to its knees
emma emissary’s elderly eels expect eyes to show off their ESPs.

etta elegance extravaganza excites earthworms, electrician’s tease.
edward expectations entices earaches edging out evergreen...

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Her lips are purple with words
that crown and not demean;

Her mind is laced with golden threads of 
thoughts seamed into rational words;
on them are actions like embroideries,
hand crafted by wits above sweaty brows,
by wisdom above hard labour.

Her purple lips is beyond the shade of a...

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The  cloth aged
Likes the wrinkles of the face 
The colours of the embroideries faded
Likes the eyesight of an old woman 
The threads gone loose
Likes the screws 
Between planks of an olden hut
Only the stains of an old lipstick 
Still fresh in the heart
Of a...

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A treasury of times, forever evergreen,
sown in limbs of maple and of pine,
like vast embroideries
that kiss a coutry-rich skyline

Skipping stones and marbled rocks,
those trees that arch across the creek;
the doors wide open, nude of locks
and fields of berries and of leeks.

The gatherings of smiling kin,
the...

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It's not just a silver lining on the black cloud I find,
An entire rainbow on each of my gloom clouds has signed;
Painted into a perfectly artistic masterpiece,
Inner equilibrium, like a calm lake, is at ease;
Existence, like a stainless steel surface, gorgeously shines,
Midst those mockingly peeping...

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There’s a deep burning encumbrance
Lagging within my torso
Its lacerating my soul
No explanation, ask Picasso

Occasionally, I wish I never knew you
Un-acquainting my best friend
I bind fast and then I bruise
When I feel like I’m losing you again

I can’t express it verbally
And it’s something you wouldn’t comprehend...

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In the cosmic forge, where stars knead their ethos, there words were born,
To be vestments for the pristine truth, obsidian fervor.
They interlaced, shining fiery like a swarm of fireflies in the twilight of withered memory.
Ruler over glacial silence, the word, a conjurer of shadow-dappled void.
Scribes...

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My daily routine.
Every day, as always,
Wake up at four.
Start the chores.
Go to the gardens,
Do some maintenance.
Visit the M Central
Play the piano.
One hour goes past,
Enjoy some breakfast.
Go to the library,
Take up space,
Use the computer/internet,
Lunch with meal set.
In the arvo,
Play more and more piano.
Otherwise, visit "Maker Space".
Do...

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