Best Patchwork Poems

Little stuffed bear
lying on a bed
Made of odd pieces of cloth
Not as handsome
as store-bought bears
Of this he was ashamed
But he captured the heart
of a little girl
And of this he was rightfully proud
Nestled in her arms
So loving each night
He led a charmed life
He brought sweet dreams
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Scrubbing dishes in a cold kitchen,
on a tabletop rats nibble
through a leather bible cover. 
She turns,
a lock of sweat matted hair over one eye,
shakes a red knuckle at a wailing child
sat on the floor by the door.
When Mary, in washed-out despair,
leaves, she leaves a bible,...

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Patches of snow are left behind
A patchwork, in the lawn to find
Zig zagging flights, songs can be heard
Different directions, from each bird
They are now, talking about spring
In bright sunlight, the blue skies bring
Flowers wait to show their faces
Soon, their smiles will be all places
Joining the...

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Color me a Maple tree
                                  Autumn storm dressed it naked
  ...

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Whose heart-strings are a lute
embalmed in their echoing songs! 
When Nature sleeps and stars are mute
at midnight, in the month of June.
A mystery, and a dream,
perchance is woven in thy sleep;
for the moon never beams without bringing me dreams 
Again- again- again- 

Know thou the...

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Incremental layers, experience, pile up
Like quilts upon a bed in cold winters;
They weigh upon me. I occupy
Myself inspecting, describing them --
Like a child does squares of patchwork.
These multilayered patterns amuse:
I imbue them with richness, with depth,
Depending on my mood, my whimsey --
While their reality no...

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Everyone's life is a patchwork quilt
Made of good times and times of strife
What makes it such a colourful quilt
Are those special moments in life

Moments that change the mosaic forever
When forced to choose a new path
Uncertainty and apprehension takes hold
Each change more scary than the last

A...

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Everyone's life is a patchwork quilt
Made of good times and times of strife
What makes it such a colourful quilt
Are those special moments in life

Moments that change the mosaic forever
When forced to choose a new path
Uncertainty and apprehension takes hold
Each change more scary than the last

A...

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Patchwork quilt, upon my bed.
Made with love, needle and thread.
Bits of fabric from worn out clothes,
cut into squares, to be sewn.

Hand stitched together, day by day.
In the evening, after dishes are put away.
An hour here and an hour there,
slowly transformed, with love and care.

My Great...

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Everyone's life is a patchwork quilt
Made of good times and times of strife
What makes it such a colourful quilt
Are those special moments in life

Moments that change the mosaic forever
When forced to choose a new path
Uncertainty and apprehension takes hold
Each change more scary than the last

A...

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Vagabond brothers in plaid patchwork socks
Crossing the street between stripes painted yellow
Stretching the avenue half past the hour
Dodging the drunk, he’s a staggering fellow

Grabbing a smoke from the stack on the corner
Begging a match that just isn’t the same
Identical twins from a different mother
Thinking the...

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Illusions,symbols of childhood,
coloured filled swathes of painterly
hues.A  private fantasy in slow
motion suspended in space.An
abstracted blur in flashbacks of
yesteryear,caught in a daydream....

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Choice flavours poise
Watch tone of voice


Pick and choose well
Each line now tells


Each man hooks fine
Squeeze each thought line


One by one move
Patchwork verse groove


Voice after voice
Set jazzy poise


Each author sums
Stitch by stitch comes


Raw ideas paste
Sync with new taste


Cento now streams
Dream within dream


Quilt verse now binds
New collage...

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Soar over black earth birds won’t dare,
But flocks of bullets streak the air.
When rains on spring horizons loom,
Wreaths of shrapnel shall be in bloom.
Where I’m going, gods shall despair.

Wraiths of smoke will usurp the sky,
Mottle light where clouds nestled high,
Clods feud-flung into vaulting flights,
Soil memories...

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He looks out of some very dark brown eyes
His face a patchwork of unique pieces
Each one is stained glass with gorgeous color
Sepia sections, which he releases

He is quite striking to the naked eye
He looks like a stained glass window of pride
Love is enveloped all about...

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