Best Mending Poems

i watched you take the needle,
thread the eye, cautiously,
as if one wrong slip could draw blood
and make it drip down, like tears in fine lines
or little rows just hemmed.

mend it tight! tie the knot,
before it slips away
like a lost little soul,
tuck it under, crooked little...

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Contrary let’s have a conversation  
Let’s speak to euphemisms 
And pregnant letters of anagrams 

Sentencing fixation declaring persona non grata
Heads chopped for Eskimos 
Sensing heresy and heresy’s 
Running around context to a content 
Telling a novel to a telenovela  
Paragraphs to a paraplegic...

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                  It was two thousand years ago
                   when Jesus walked...

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Let it travel over the mountans
Across the plains
To the distance from where I sit.
When it finally reaches your ears
Let it be known
These words I send to you for a reason.

I have heard your cry
Each calling that becomes louder
One after the other.
To you I bring solace...

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I've been mending fences. It's a long ride down a straight line. You can't do this kind of work unless you have the strength and the spirit to live with solitude. There is nothing out here but scrub brush, vultures, and the sky. I start...

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The tongue is a fire, it can inspire,
or burn, everything.
The words we say, have so much power,
to build up, or devour, everything.
How much better to think first,
not expecting the worst,
from everyone.
So much happier you will be,
having friends and family,
living as one.

Don't live life without thought,
fixing...

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Nothing as cold as a winter of black.
the world still moves, as if nothing has changed.
"a snow angel" i thought as she fell back.
she looked to the stars "they all seem arranged".
her eyes a sunrise on the Coral Sea.
Years pass people, continue in rejoice.
my despair...

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if anyone were to ask
was there a time
when the black umbrellas
folded
and the reign ended;
the crows again flew, stark
against the Summer sun;
the scent of roses threw
their stain along the tendrils
of the wind;
and the quiet of a day
no longer stretched itself,
yawning like a wound -
if anyone were...

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Dockworkers on strike, the ocean gray
and choppy. Wind whips the rigging 
of a sailing ship with its weathered hag – 
figurehead once lovely in a gentler
age. What Time weaves of us. A line 

from memory flits to places farther 
inland, when you were younger, every-
thing...

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Nature's broken heart
 
Floats on a warm, blue day's breeze
 
Feeding the earth's love...

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correction and judgement sometimes looks the same,  when the correction is viewed, sometimes people take it the wrong way,  with our lack of understanding in our hearts we condemn,  taking things personally what we were meant to mend,  without disipline and...

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I spread my blanket 
Quickly on the bed
I see a small hole
With needle and thread
I begin to mend
Working very slow
I begin to mind
My cat suddenly 
Jumps onto the bed
I had to remove

Pin cushion and ripper
She sat on the blanket
Exactly where I
Was mending the hole
I was...

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Invisible mending, for an invisible pain:
Invisibly tearing whenever I see you again.
Impossible longing, wrapped in my tentative smile:
Wondering vainly if you could love me a while …

Invisible torture of inaudible words,
Piercing my mem'ry like a glittering sword.
Invisible scalpel of your butterfly touch,
Reminding my body that...

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bow riding 
Dall's porpoises play

sea otters, orcas
and bald eagles
every day
herding salmon

otter find another boat
and some porpoise

otter love you more
like I did in Alaska 

otter mend this net
love slips through
reel it in carefully
and stack it meticulously 
(setting it should
never ensue disaster)

a listless drifter
I have been 
tempting...

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In the depths of night, where shadows roam,
A tale unfolds of shattered dreams we own.
Once filled with hope, our hearts soared high,
But now they lie broken, beneath the sky.

Whispers of promises, once sweet and clear,
Now echo as fragments of what was once dear.
Dreams we nurtured...

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