Best Quilt Poems

Listen
you who seek the secret of existence
your life is a thread in the Beloved's grand design.
Each moment a stitch each breath a color divine.

Do you see
how rain and sun kiss the earth?
Like morning dew they are one in the eyes of the Friend.
Embrace both
for in...

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When the auctioneer first shows it,
I feel a sudden piercing shock.
My grandma's hand-sewn antique quilt
Is on the auction block.
It is the lovely basket pattern
And her stitches are so neat,
It must have taken tedious hours 
For my grandma to complete.

I have taken such good care of...

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Memory Quilt       “ For Auction contest “

Welcome all to today’s prestige event
Let us start the day ladies and gentlefolk
We have this wonderful memory quilt 
For your deliberation and delectation today
It was made by two elderly spinster sisters 
When they...

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Walking stick stroking limestone paths
sunshine warming these patina hands-

A fleeting chorus of gold winged finch,
God sashaying over cherry wood violins-

Turtles playing dominos on mossy stones
amidst cattails and croaking saxophones-

Cardinal splashing in blue spruce pines
emerald hoppers popping out a nursery rhyme-

Maple leaves flaunting sweetened faces
blue jean...

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Oh, what a quilt you weave- our universe-
so full of colors from your nebulae
and golden stars that blink like cosmic eyes.
But, above those- too far away to see-
your layer of stardust stretches out beyond
what we can fathom- your infinity.


June 16, 2020...

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 God stitches together our life story
A patchwork quilt sewn meticulously
With all the best and tough times included
Not any experience excluded.

God watches over us and it does seem
That He doth perfectly sew a fine seam
Our quilt keeps on growing out in the mist
So we leave...

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Written: December 19, 2023
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In silken sheen of grace
with gleaming, auric strings
wedged ambrosian wonder;
once shown in ancient space
tough, spark us to ponder.

In silken sheen of grace
and I stroked the mauve scent,
and snow fell on the...

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God blessed me with a grandma of many talents,
And one of them always left me thoroughly amazed.
It was the way she collected square scraps of cloth
To make quilts that seemed worthy of praise.
Each with its own colors and textures,
Of rare beauty in pattern and design,
She...

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While men worked hard until the barn was built,
the womenfolk were gathered for a bee.
They pieced together patches for a quilt
and chatted with the new bride happily.

Upon this handmade quilt were babies laid,
and eldest daughters passed the heirloom down.
That barn became the place where children...

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There once was an ol'man named Moe
made quilts but never learned to sew.
     He put'em together with gray tape
     made with all kinds of colors,shapes. 
Number of quilts he made was only two.
    ...

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Lays before me, a quilt of calico.
Deep and soft, spilt upon the woodland path.
Born of crimson kites with golden hues,
cast, as trees unburden, prepare for sleep.

Scents sweeten the sip of Autumn's blaze,
that tender nip of frosted morn.
Melding earth, sun and rain upon the wind,
made worth,...

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Oh my, I'm suffering from wind
I just wish my body would rescind
For my quilt I do probe
It's on top of my wardrobe
Out of reach and totally pinned





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Inspired by Jan Allison's Poem 'The Real Gods of Wind'...

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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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The wind
comes in at night,
bringing with it new ghosts
but I'm wrapped tight in mother's quilt, 
each painstaken swatch stitched by her own hand
She sings a breathy lullabye
and rocks me to sleep in
the cradle of
the wind...

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