Best Shawl Poems

 From out my window, I could see the creek
Its ice, a satin ribbon on the snow
Our winter holiday was just one week
Each day with...

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We'd laid old George to rest the week before,
at ninety-one he now rejoined his wife,
no heirs to his estate, so one thing more
to do, and...

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It was now growing dark as the sun was going down
When a stranger rode into Soup Creek, a frontier town
No one could see his face,...

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What things does one possess
at journey's end?
What bits and bobs? What trivial tripe?
Please, do tell, what is the hype?
For should I recall anything at all
of...

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November’s sitting at her loom.
For gown of lace, a wrap she weaves,
And when she meets her dauntless groom,
They’ll dance among the fallen leaves.

For gown of...

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Like tender loving arms, they wrap around
   old monuments of stone set on the ground;
those silent sentinels that stand their guard
  ...

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  Dear grandma, 
       you were my litchi  s u n r i s e, 
 ...

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I think of you

I see you

I see you in my glass mirror

undressing the night

I see you

I see the reflection of your smile

and beauty of your...

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one single snowdrop
pushes through earth’s icy shawl 
robin redbreast chirps

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He walked with her a good mile
and talked with increasing smile,
with wonder he sat,
for the gladness in her heart;
...spent her days with wild hope ---
that...

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Immersed in poignant thoughts she stands
where water slides upon the beach.
She yearns for him, although she knows
that he is far beyond her reach.

She calls his...

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Winter is very cold 
the wind is bold 
snowman made the centerfold 
brown snow is old. 

 

Spring is in the air 
flowers now blooming...

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In the two days since my arrival, Granddad and I exchanged only a few predictable, cursory words.

“You sleep okay?” Granddad asked.

Although his silent house had...

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Seasons

With a chill still in the wind, spring arrives
Clutching her white coat that slowly melts
In Sun's warmth, coaxing blossom's birth.

Humidity heavy with the scent of...

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I'll drink tears from my ancestors in silence
From history's cup of their defiance
I'll sit in darkness where my soul is torn
and quench my parched thirst...

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