Best Knitters Poems

We know knitters knit wool from skeins,
and when wet, us the wearer complains,
for our pullovers shrink,
and so this made me think,
why don't sheep ever shrink when it rains?...

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A little ray of sunshine
Came creeping softly slow,
Alighting up the knighton
Like raindrops made of snow.

When from a Kevin corner
A belly hump drew near,
Quipping from his teeth hole
And singing from his ear.

Great Bratsby in a lamppost
Joined hands with Wilsons tan
And only Devy’s armcake
Could lift their spirits,...

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Elephants get cold, like us
So what, then, could be better
Than putting on a colorful
And hand-knit jumbo sweater?

Some villagers in India,
When temps got down to freezing,
Began to knit so they’d prevent
The pachyderms from sneezing.

The sanctuary photos,
Just in case you don’t believe,
Show a fashion-forward elephant
With each leg...

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I started off in primary school.
Big needles and bits of wool.
Clickedy clack, I learned fast.
Woolly socks made to last.

Long nights as a trainee nurse,
spent knitting, gave me a thirst
for colour and unusual design.
Jumpers for that boyfriend of mine.

Soon I was really hooked.
Intricate patterns from a...

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Mabel was so busy knitting baby things  she sold them at the fair
Used spiders webs as knitting wool or sometimes babies hair

Sent her friend Beryl searching for more to finish the bonnet she was making
Silly Beryl got stuck up a tree though I gave...

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Linen ruffs and lacy cuffs
And farthingales and tassels;
Petticoats and hose and cloaks
Like those once worn in castles.

Fastenings of hooks and eyes
And buttons, strings and laces
Used instead of zippers to
Keep closed important places.

Milliners and stocking knitters,
Shoemakers and such
Pushed for authenticity
In looks and wear and touch.

Seeing Shakespeare...

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Bees make honey; hens lay eggs.
Brewers mash and fill their kegs.
Chefs make meals and cows give milk.
Spiders spin their webs like silk.

Knitters turn out scarves and sweaters.
In Vermont, they fashion cheddars.
Artists sketch or draw or paint.
English teachers cross out “ain’t.”

Donkeys carry; doctors heal.
Actors act and...

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Writers write and painters paint
To give themselves release.
Knitters knit and sculptors sculpt,
Allowing them some peace.

Singers sing and dancers dance
To tap into their talent.
Runners run and heroes help
And practice being gallant.

Bakers bake and swimmers swim
And mimes demand attention.
Everyone has skills, including
Those I didn’t mention.

People do the...

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Once upon time's center
grows two permaculturing farmers,
multicultural mediators
of Earth's healthy polypathic remainder,

And, surrounding them,
seven elders
and their cheer leading mascot
of disabling foolery

Arriving each spring
in his wheeled chair
to witness
and sometimes loudly prophecy,
to entertain with his win/win intentions,
studying compassionate economics
and empowering politics
and enlightening neurological communion
v dissonance.

These aged and...

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The balls of yarn are all lined up,
By color and by weight.
The knitters check them out, deciding
What they might create - 

A sweater, scarf or pom-pom hat,
A blanket or a vest.
Whichever they select I know
I'm bound to be impressed.

For as in "Rumpelstiltskin"
When the straw turns...

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At this moment in time
There are moms giving birth,
While gravediggers shovel
A plot in the earth.

At this moment a plane
Is preparing to soar,
While a soldier’s blown up
In a far-away war.

At this moment some people
Confess all their sins,
While the gamblers assess
All their losses and wins.

There are folks...

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Sound of sea is locked within seashell beached
Just lift a shell to your ear to hear sea sigh.

Morn is locked within dawns red sky horizon
Like flower bud bursts into daybreak.

Sap and sinew of living tree trunk
Is locking within its wood when cut and dried.

Knitters love...

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Oh no! It’s those pushy snow pigs the cow lamented loudly.
You mean the knitters who announce their wares proudly?
Oh, yes, the cat replied. They are selling mittens and caps.
Can’t we buy those things online on one of those Amazon apps?

Let’s not be so hasty the...

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She knitted her happiness into a long yellow brick road
The rest of the knitters clicked along beside her
Trying to catch up
But her enthusiasm had overtaken the garden
It oozed down the block and over the hedges of life
How does she do it? Some of the other...

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