Best Knitter Poems
When you were born...
a gift you received.
Invisible knitting needles...
can you believe?
The yarn started out white,
then you added the the colors...
depending what happened
as you reacted to others.
You are the creator of your own scarfs design,
It's based on life's lessons...
let's keep that in mind.
The longer the scarf...
the warmer you feel,
as the cold winds of defeat...
are right on your heels.
The negative remarks that get you to question,
your value in life...
may I offer a suggestion?
Start knitting yourself in the opposite direction,
just ask God for help and his loving protection.
Good thoughts of self will make your scarf grow.
At the end of your life...
the results they will show.
With each negative belief...
your scarf will start to unravel.
One can not go back...
for there is no time travel.
You are the knitter...
so It's all up to you...
believe in yourself...
and to yourself always be true.
P.R.Deremer
Dear Grandma,
Let's go for one last ride in the speeder car
Bring your ukulele and I'll bring my guitar
We'll sing, dance, and celebrate your life
You were a daughter, sister, mother, and wife
A sewer, knitter, gardener, and professional cook
Really... was there anything she couldn't cook?
Nearly 55 years with your high school sweetheart
Jerry and Carlotta, state of the art counterparts
You cared for others more than anyone I ever knew
and I can't even fathom my number of IOU's
Hugs, advice, a ride, or just some food
You always left everyone in a better mood
Every person here sitting in these pews
thought they'd have many more years with you
but no days are promised, that's the hard truth
72 years old and you were so full of youth...
I know you'd want us to be happy rather than blue
So every Easter Sunday we'll rendezvous for LuLu!
I am a mitten knitter
And I love mitten knitting
I knit to keep your hands warm during those long cold winter nights
I am a mitten knitter
And I love knitting mittens
Mitten knitting and knitting mittens is my passion
I am a mitten knitter
Harry Potter book on lap
Laughing with friends in pool
Ashley at twelve is all that
Perceptive, aloof and cool
Second concert Allstar Weekend
First was Jonas Brothers
More concerts she will attend
No doubt there will be others
Drawn to adventurous things
In books, dreams or when awake
Taking risks by exploring
Nature and camping by a lake
With animals she shares words
They actually talk back to her
Dogs, cats, horses even birds
A Dr. Doolittle she is for sure
Teachers adore her deep intellect
Friends appreciate her big heart
It is apparent to all she is in effect
Unique, special, loving and smart
A writer, yarn knitter and reader
So many gifts and hidden talents
A listener and a natural healer
She on this earth is very balanced
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Now I have a poetess student
Who amazes me with her endowment
A great dream she craves, for attainment
Now, a mature girl with great excitement
Knitter! In thy lines an adorable adornment
Whao! My sight is glued to that embellishment
Oh! I vividly see the imminent accomplishment
Poised with thy pen, enjoying each poetic moment
Relishing the prospect of making real thy intent
Each line of this budding poetess, an ornament
Crafted dexterously, each glowing content
I'm lost baby,in that rhythmic movement
Outstanding, thy skills in each segment
Underway, I see thy self- fulfilment
See each line like fluorescent
Each line of the poem is dedicated to my beloved student, Nwankwo Precious.
Glow and glitter
tweet and twitter
face book hookers
are number one
baby sitter
sew and knitter
good lookers
over done
hit the high road
just for show load
have ice cream just for fun
beat the bar code
implode a lymph node
dd 214 on the line
shoot a basket
stretched elastic
uncle sam is doing fine
pointless end rhyme
must stop some time
put it up and watch it spin
link the tail back to the top ?
no way, not this mess again.
© Charles Henderson nov 2011
Methinks the here
to fore purposeful inclusion
of key word "babysitter"
a slight oversight describing
residents at Highland Manor
(a particularly nagging omission
in previous epistle to detail,
how flat screen televisions
constant blaring subdue
said majority of tenants),
whereat this emphatic
writer, (a penny pinching hitter)
susceptible to miss
out oomph pa, I
(a poetic critter)
will now intend to convey
without recourse to:
instagram, snap
chat, or twitter
thus, this quasi
appended verse
attempts to avoid
communicating disappointment,
asper unfulfilled
childhood, adolescent, or
young adult jitter
ring circumstances found
me tubby a quitter,
now as an aging bummer
with decreasing glitter,
I aver feeling litter
ally somewhat bitter
sweet asper those
figuratively untasted,
untested, and
untoasted fritter
(comfort zone
expanding challenges,
now bugging me
psyche) with jitter
re: ness, cuz yours
truly denied, deprived,
and disallowed himself
tubby a more vibrant
Matthew Scott Harris
to get distilled
from je nais se quois
crucible of life,
hence omitting,
sidestepping (like do si do),
and skipping tummy
loo, viz fuel
joie de vivre injecting
more verve
into what thyself
subsequently evolved into
a staid staind and dire
strait tinned existence,
but no pitter
patter pity please toward,
this present day
pearl jam knitter
of (senseless, listless,
and aimless)
verse as this human
specimen racks up years
as an aging orbiter
round mister sun.
I'm in love with life again!
I hear it in the prose,
in the influx and the echos
as passion reading goes.
I dream of it, I team with it,
I sow life's seam with it
How's that you sticking a needle in you,
restoring what I'm really into
this truth and life.
I'm in love with life again,
having a ready steady blend
of microphone speaks spoken word,
of I flow tones and teachings heard,
of forum's peace the artist's lease,
efforts tease to turn from ease
and tries that incubates growing,
results a process of spirit showing
my truth in life.
I'm in love with life again!
I'm already what I hope to be,
I'm already what I hope to see,
reality's shattering goal,
somehow making me more whole
because I done put down the bowl,
and became more willing
now spirit's filling
my truth in life.
I'm in love with life again!
better best's level
black and whites dis-sheveled
as the night does engulf
howls the lyrics of each wolf
by moons side the ride's guide,
smooth shared prides glide,
hard hitter unhinges the bitter
and joy the sweater's knitter
my truth in life.
I'm in love with life again,
creation's freedom is everything,
for these feathers fly the wing,
a Christmas giving it does bring,
from this point I now can sing
this to marry not a fling,
a wet spot bed and still kissing
my truth in life.
I'm in love with life again!
I can make now i won't break now,
that ain't no fake now, it shows me how,
how now,
HOW NOW:
rise or soar,
or bottom floored,
nor Satan's lure,
nor rich or poor,
shall end this tour
to spirit's door,
to God's own shore,
what meaning's for
this poet's core,
as these souls roar,
I'm falling in love with life again!
While watching my babysitter
Playing with glitter,
I fell into the kitty litter! --
I am such a clumsy critter.
My brother will twitter
Our babysitter is covered in glitter
She is such a kidder,
But, I fell into the kitty litter!
I am such a clumsy critter.
My kitty has five kitties in her litter
They were watching my babysitter
Playing with glitter,
When I fell into the kitty litter!
I am such a clumsy critter.
My mommy is a good knitter,
My brother really likes to twitter,
My kitten has five kitties in her litter,
Everyone was watching my babysitter
Playing with glitter,
When I fell into the kitty litter!
I am such a clumsy critter.
Written April 14, 2022
Cozy mouse’s grandmother was an avid knitter.
She said I can knit up whatever, but I am not a sitter.
Her daughter thought it was funny, for there was a new litter.
She made a tiny coat for each one using yarn with turquoise glitter.
Meant to be humorous…Pangie
Dear Lord, only one sincere wish, I do ask.
And no it’s not for whiskey in a silver flask!
In the life in the awesome, world to come.
A muscled hockey player, I beg to become.
One, with courage and strength to fight.
And cheered on , by cherubim in starlight
A knitter of things,oy, I shall never be.
Just very joyful to crack a few knees!
Hope there will be a large red Zamboni!
After the game, requesting some Spumoni!
I am a professional knitter, she said at her front door.
As if we could not guess it, we could barely see her floor.
Yarm was everywhere, in magnificent colors galore.
Variegated, twisted, baby soft, a knitted band aide on her sore.
Afghans piled high on couches were sleeping with a snore.
We knew she could make herself happy from here to forevermore.
When things don't work, I panic
I call the plumber or the mechanic
the electrician, or appliance repairman
without them I would despair, Man.
I can't fix my bike when it blows a tire
To be competent is a dream to which I aspire
But I was born all thumbs, and though I read tomes
When it comes to troubleshooting, I'm no Sherlock Holmes.
So I respect the people who make things work
But I wonder if in our government such people lurk.
Could politicians change a light bulb, fix a car?
splice a broken wire, get my bike to go far?
Could I trust my mayor as a babysitter
Or for that matter, a sweater knitter?
Can a college student clean a dorm?
Are mindless slogans the new norm?
When the power goes out, and it gets cold
Will we find a bill of goods that we've been sold?
Do we use the same criteria to trust an orator
That we do when hiring someone to wallpaper a corridor?
My Dad was told I'd make a good soldier, because I looked strong
My Dad winced and said "Sir, you got that wrong"
Maybe I could be a writer, or maybe wash the floor
Can someone shoe me how to mop? for help I must implore.
Dazzle, Delight and Diamond, of the same litter,
Snow faeries teach others to make snow into blue-white glitter.
Enjoying winter, especially when the cold is bitter,
They are wearing snow mittens from a well-known knitter.
I,
Am Emily
A Knitter,
A Boxer
A Care Giver
I,
Am Emily
A Dreamer
Creative
Courageous
And A Fighter
I,
Am Emily
And I am always evolving and changing
For the Better