Best Knit Poems
Hand knit socks you are wonderful to me.
As I'm winding this soft wool yarn,
deciding, which needles to use,
I know you're going to be gorgeous,
cozy, and fun to wear socks.
Only the best wool for you, with
careful, hand wash, and lay flat to dry
cleaning instructions, befitting royalty.
Hand knit socks you will rock.
You'll think I'm a genius, my
matching bright lime green and rainbow yarns together.
The chosen slip stitch pattern, alternating the yarn,
makes you dear socks a joy.
An amazing joy to knit as well as to wear.
Oh the colors, the perfect fit, like wearable art.
My hand knit socks you'll be the envy of my other socks.
You dear socks deserve this honor.
You are the socks that rock.
Her chopsticks are at the ready.
Her hands are good and steady.
She likes to knit her noodles!
The task has just begun...
She starts off with a mango Welt
With pride, with zest, with tang.
It's a mesmerising watch
While the wiggling noodles hang.
Next. She's on to saucy Stocking Stitch.
Her garment sure does grow!
Knit one - Purl one - Knit two together
On each tasty row.
And this main course is called
" Knit Purl Chopstick Cha "
With a curry Cabled centre,
With sides of paprika Purl and Knit korma.
And as an extra taste-bud treat
BBQ Rib Raglan is on the menu.
Trust me! This kind of cuisine
Can't be found in any old venue!
From there on, the sleeves do drop
Like the soy sauce shaken a top.
Neatly Knitted are the Ribs.
Who voted for fish and chips?
To finish this fine course...
Knit - Slip - Knit - Pass Slip Stitch over.
This will make the button holes
For the Cadbury chocolate to melt all over.
And on completion, these knitted noodles
Slide straight on down her throat...
Before we've had a chance to prove her skill
This talent to others gloat!
The Birds and the Bees
A “Closely-Knit” Trio
The macho
He-man
Entered the
Bar to
Inspect the local female population
Red-
Dressed,
Sultry “ladies” sat
And sipped wine
Not giving him one glance
Drawing closer
To a trio of
High-heeled
Enticing “women”
Big Joe tried to
Engage one in conversation
Evasively she lit a cigar and said,
“Sorry, but our threesome suits us just fine”
Acrostic for Carol’s “The Birds and the Bees” Contest
Well is it a wonder
That I like to
Crochet
And purl
After all I am a writer
and have always enjoyed a good yarn
The rhyming, the rhythm
The soft sigh of wool against
The needles
So right
Tight
Loosen my grip
On life
On reality
On nothing
Spinning that into something
And feeling the stress slip away
Thanks so much Mandy,
What more can I say?
Must maintain my upbeatness
Through all the hassles of moving
Must grin and giggle with each annoyance
Till things finally start improving
Haven't eaten for more a week
Can't find our horde of Chef Boyardee
The best is their new Over Stuffed Ravioli
Consumed in a minute twenty-three
Considering my sexy rotund chassis
My options are becoming so much less
There's a conspiracy by all the food makers
They want to see me in a bigger dress
They don't know who they're dealing with
They call me Big Jacko the Fit
Kids run for cover when they see me coming
But don't tell them I also like to knit
© Jack Ellison 2015
Yes,
Knit one
Purl two,
Dropped a stitch.
Knit one
Purl two,
Then, the intrusion of you,
In between the lines that
Tell how this cashmere wrap
Will take shape.
Knit one
Purl two,
Start again,
Don't let it get the best of you,
Although this pattern is for
Beginners.
Now your voice!
Lord, I am lost!
Knit one
Purl two
Try again tomorrow!
Cynthia
Tina learnt to knit her own sweater
Instructions followed to the letter
Many stitch she did drop
Gave too many a strop
When made looked like been through a shredder
Next she wanted to learn to crochet
Make flowers tied into a bouquet
Got her yarn in a twist
Knots and ties would not shift
But did look like a crochet toupee
Decided to learn how to hand sew
With pretty ribbon make a hairbow
Kept pricking her finger
Soreness pain did linger
Her fingers now size of her elbow
Not to give up, tried live art drawing
Felt that was her natural calling
Excited and nervous
Felt hot as a furnace
Of male model on all fours posing
No dangly bits was shown to be drawn
Disappointed felt little bit conned
She drew him very well
All her friends she did tell
As an artist was were she belonged.
18.12.20
Sorting out struggling moments, listening to Dolly Parton: A coat of many colours, a rainbow of wisdom
sang for changing. Turning back is possible, a turning point means new feet to walk on.
I mean further, new feet to dance on. Let me take you for a dance. We can get our wings ready to fly. Let me be out of my dreams for a while. Let me be. Just let me be dreaming for a while.
Let me be the coat of many colours knitted to be worn.
Let me jump if it's possible,
Let me caress your soft song.
a song's beauty starts
with old notes to be played with
~listen to the best
Teddy looked sad, forlorn cold and bare
Sat on the bed with nothing to wear
So aunty got out her knitting pins
To knit Teddy some warm cosy things.
First came a jumper in shades of blue
Then some trousers, the same colour too
Also a scarf, a hat and some mitts
To please Pip, her young nephew that is.
Aunty knitted all day and all night
To please her Pip in the morning light
And to delight his Teddy bear too
They mean the world to her do those two.
Teddy looked dapper in his outfit
Pip was thrilled and gave aunty a kiss
Teddy thanked her with a cheeky wink
Aunty blushed, but she was tickled pink.
Zits!
Pus problems ... oozing wipe love,
has got them innocent bite fangs showing
That baby drac queen moon face turning
into a teenage mutant turtledove
Cold cream cyber hits
Another three-day seclusion ...
chained to a marred model illusion
Hip adolescent Wonder Woman
changed into a square Lois —
closing the fast lane to popularity
Matinee crash dream ten-dollar scraping
for a heart wreck, no-date solution
Beauty tips blown to bits
Anger eruption,
lava tears flowing profusely
Cooled by sisterly advice:
“Don’t pick at it, no ...
just leave it alone, let it go”
Lonely growth spurts
stunts a lot of
aisle-walking linked elbows
A patient sitter keep their wits
Lost weekend,
wigging out ... undone
by an epidermal shut-in send
Death-of-the-party news
was delivered by
best black widow friends
Prickly pimple concerns —
premature social demise
do a solitude burn
in an empty plastic jar urn
Fashionable facial fits
Wrinkles in time —
appearance issues so juvenile ... hormonal crisis,
minor disaster averted
Upon mirror reflection,
ticking vanity
gave self-esteem a facelift,
that was in necessary
ego sore rub need
Fear obit ghosted
Halloween masks
and brown paper bags
Sour tongue wags
and mean emoji hash tags
Mall sighting scary,
peer mocking wary
Post a Photoshop pic
in the Facebook dairy
Carnival freak show weird distortion,
deemed by pride
as a public health enemy
Mono rumor was the fake text portion;
with a closet confide,
isolation was the safest entry
Squeezed happiness ain’t legit
Lessons learned in youth
will age properly ...
if knit picked by the truth
Ugly self-image
will fade compassionately,
given clear rite-of-passage proof
A pretty duckling gathering pearl thoughts,
spreading swan wings
And gently dispersing
every shed tear that be hideous skin wrought
The clicking needles replaced by whoosh
as wool loops interlock
the rapid growing fabric - swoosh
the pattern in punched blocks.
No knit one purl to rib a cuff
the endless counting past
but really I have had enough
the joy in craft is lost.
To set a pattern into its place
and feel the wool in hand
no machine can ever replace
the craft a knitter’s planned
Is, The, Star Knit, Star Knit
Field's, Feat, Sum;
Baby, Toddler's, .... Cardigan's?!
Terror driven the thunderstorm outside
Animals are uncomfortable and wet
There is no willing earthly place to hide
Grandma sits and knits as aunt and uncle fret
There is a pause, the lightning not well set
Gray thunder roars as loud as any train
Across from grandpa I move my checker and yet
Unnamed feelings cause me a bit of strain
Knowing some are out there in the horrid rain
Written June 22, 2018
For Summer Rain Storm Contest
Dale Gregory Cozart, Sponsor
French Terry Knit Fabric,
I’m comfy overlay-
fibers of yarn on my pale skin,
cozy on Autumn days.
Embroidered silk within,
sleek with burnished and shiny glaze.
Knit Your Fabric Contest
Nette Onclaud
November 11, 2017
Money alone won’t make you happy, you must own it
Don't need to be a rocket scientist to figure that one out I'll admit
Well at least grade two
To stay ahead of the queue
Some Presidents don't even need to know how to knit