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...

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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,...

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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...

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MY GRANDMA DEEMMA

    My Grandma, whom I called Deemma
    bathed me in showers of limitless love and blessings.
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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...

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ARTIST NATURE

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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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...

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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...

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The experience of putting
your thoughts and feelings on paper
for the perusal of others
offers a self-satisfaction
that must be experienced to
be truly appreciated.

Letting your own words guide...

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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...

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Some men die to survive

	the Hard endures
the Soft succumbs   stews in juices  reproduces exults
			disappears
the heartless breaks cracks crumbles
							drags
   the Ephemeral...

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