Best Embroidering Poems

Eyes dazed I stroll and quiver low, enticed
In liquid skyline’s twirl, a slow ballet
to pirouette on fireglows that ignite.
 
The meadow gleaming near as winds invite
An April centerstage that glides away 
eyes dazed I stroll and quiver low, enticed.
 
And high above the robins wheel...

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The rosa blanda embroidering your face
will become the veins in my tongue reaching to clog my throat
go past the tonsils and vocal chords and windpipe
down and down still, burrowing into the esophagus 
relentless in its pursuit, just, just, just to lay seeds in my chest
tumor...

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Blooming avid hearts, where reveries dwell,
“Love weaves a mysterious magic spell”
Turning daydreams into amorous fairytale
Of endeavors esoteric smitten passions unveil,

Sketching emotions, fantasies ecstatic ignite,
Threading themes, musings-intimate write,
Embroidering bliss upon tapestries of mind,
Bedecking realm heavenly, destiny designed,

Rejoicing springs roaming on fragrant breeze,
Sailing blue seas, summer’s aspirations...

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B-R-E-A-T-H -  OF -  L-O-V-E


Summer sun or winter freeze pulls heartstrings in trapeze. . .
Cotton soft to gnarled callus vows have thread along my way
embroidering ribbon actions to pliant swings of reactions
like a darting fish thrilled to catch a passer-by knees.
Two pairs of...

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MY GRANDMA DEEMMA

    My Grandma, whom I called Deemma
    bathed me in showers of limitless love and blessings.
    Those feelings I am still carrying in my life.
     Deemma! An ideal hostess not...

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Where fleecy clouds, on rosy-quilt meandered,
Motifs amethystine wowed tangerine horizon
Embroidering on magenta arc, designs crimson,
Beckoned by blushed-musings of marigold sun
Spraying amber gold, on burnt-yellow attire,
Scattering breaths sapphire, on periwinkle fire;

As tunes chrysanthemum, sung of eve’s desire,
Choreographing themes of dreams romantic,
In symphony of colors shimmering on...

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S-uns kisses and soft rain
P-rovokes the earth,
R-ousing shoots upwards.
I-ndelible colours burst into life,
N-ature sings to us her
G-lorious melodies.

I-nsects buzz and flutter
S-oftly between blooming blossoms.

C-rocuses brighten the world
O-rnately embroidering the ground.
M-eadow flowers quiver in the breeze
I-mploring us to be in
N-atures awakening landscape.
G-one are the scars of...

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ARTIST NATURE

                        Spectacular! Nature’s decoration
                 ...

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"Thanks for watching over me, your scent brings back memories of my childhood." quote by poet 

Sweet winsome scent croon through spring 
within dense forest nature in a respite rest, 
beneath brightening sky; flowers take wing
in brisk surfing dance reviving kiss in a vivid dream....

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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 clapboard slap of tide,
the clockwork shock of wave on rock,
the motion creation stirs within?

Originally published by The Lyric. Keywords/Tags: poetry,...

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In an era long since passed, an Oriental carpet adorning the 
floor from far off lands seems to object to the
leopard skin beneath a fair maiden’s feet, yet this English lass 
seems oblivious as she stares blankly at the floor 
in deep contemplation of her...

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They weave, they weave
They weep and they weave
Smarting under the persecuting whips -
Verbal, literal or carnal whips
They weep, they weep.

Locust-like they swarm the streets
To reach the factories before the sun settles well
In its diurnal rounds.
There are no circumstances unavoidable
Reach they must the gates at the...

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When summertime has kissed the rose,
And nestling trees blossom so fair
The dappled leaves twirl in repose,
Bathed in mist’s  spray… beyond compare.
I crave her touch on paths winding
Like a damsel amid lush grass;
Sultry when the vibrant breeze flings,
As limbs thrusts in  passion’s contrasts.

On blushes...

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They say it’s rude to stare 
But staring is caring 
So forgive me if I’m staring
I’d have you know it’s for a good cause
I’m looking at people 
Those people
With the backpacks on their backs
I'm talking about all of us
The slim and starved, the fat and...

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The experience of writing
your thoughts and feelings on paper
for the perusal of others;
offers instant satisfaction
that must be experienced to
be truly appreciated.

While letting your muse guide you to
a deeper awareness of your
humanity and surroundings,
Poetry empowers the ink
that reveals the artist within,
whose pen morphs into a paintbrush.

The...

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