Best Quilted Poems

Somewhere in the Appalachian Hills quilted with love
there are cottages and curtains clothes on sills, quilted with love.

Up high in deep where electric wires don't reach where night is dark
and the ridge the deepest blue of spruce hearts are still, quilted with love.

Across the table...

Continue reading...

~

The sky looks like a mattress
a pillow-top it seems
A quilted plush horizon
where I just left my dreams

I really should have stayed there
all nestled in my bed
With visions of the one I love
adrift within my head

But now that I am out here
to brave the freezing cold
My...

Continue reading...

Asses Bray Constantly,

Defiantly Endeavoring Freedom,

Gaining Hellacious Injuries!

Joking Kentuckians Leap

Midgets Near Ohio,

Pondering Quilted Rugs -

Scientists Traveling, Understand:

Vampires Witholding Xrays,

Yodel Zanily!...

Continue reading...

by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015

I have a lovely quilt, that my wife stitched for me
she said ‘twill keep your legs warm, while you’re watching TV
don’t know how old she thinks I am, I’m only seventy three
but she said  “it will be good for...

Continue reading...

The way morning bleeds through to night.
My thoughts are a quiet park
free of whimsical birdsong and children’s laughter

on Saturday afternoon’s eternal summer.
From the bench you’re on a quilted ridge
sleek as a southern hiccup weaving through cedar 

where pine needles flourish by your dimming light.
I sink...

Continue reading...

Lying in my Grandmother's old brass bed
I watch the blades of her ceiling fan slowing turning
Around and around and around again...
From the heat of this steamy July 
There is no end to my yearning.

The old vintage rosebuds on this wallpaper
Speak of its long gone days...

Continue reading...

You are my checkered King . I am your Lavender Queen.

Spring air  brings  strong pulsating beats of your heart.

No thread nor fragrance can match that of your fine fabric

Being  enveloped  immersed  we seem  to  rule the world 

Wrapped...

Continue reading...

Woven secrets
on silken sheets
linger softly,
whispering atop 
the quilted desires
of our love...

Continue reading...

were at a quilted crossroad
why not lie there with me
and watch paper unicycles go by while listening to owl city
this doesnt feel real but i knew it was when a teardrop escaped from your cry
but luckily it fell and i caught it in the palm...

Continue reading...

Quilted cat had a right to be puffed up and proud.
We all knew he was the prettiest cat, not a bit cowed.
With his paisleys and checks, he was subtle, not loud.
He was dapper and darling, the greatest cat in our crowd....

Continue reading...

Lives
Tossed 
About by
The wild Wrath of
A Tornado's swirl
Broken as if they have 
become a lonely child's toy
Cast into ruin without mercy
Tiny shreds  Carefully Gathered
to be stitched together with Heart string....

Continue reading...

In quilting class (which meets on Zoom),
I followed the directions,
By cutting, pinning, basting, sewing
All the different sections.

I kept up with the teacher 
(Which for me is very rare),
So during “show and tell” I had
A project I could share.

With the pillow insert stuffed inside,
I fluffed it...

Continue reading...

In a sea of quilted pillows way down below
Were stitches of love and fun that Jan's grandma did sew
In the hem there was a teensy little elf named Nimble
He had watched grandma’s magic, when she used a thimble.

Nimble kept quiet until the child was asleep.
Not...

Continue reading...

Darling Dapper Quilted Turtle goes by DQT
He is about as handsome as he has the right to be
We watch him on the rock eating flies with his tongue
He is not only dashing, he is truly lots of fun!...

Continue reading...

Reclaimation
Recyclation
Drilling into
stone to
manage water
waters to be
reclaimed 
stored and
reused.
Then how might
I speak such when
My existence can
be questioned in
opposition to my
Claim.
Fro. Stranger to
Less strained.
Might the freindly
way of sacred
trust trickle upon
the stranger
Uncitifed to be
Country enough
to be Human!

The bassoons stopped when
the piccalos spoke of reclaimation
and desaltifcation
To let the cymbals...

Continue reading...