Best Stitches Poems

Twas the night before Christmas and I was a gasp
    at the rumors that filled me with an odious fright.
For Santa Claus was now tired of working for free
    and would be harvesting organs well into the night.
He would...

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Serging through life, I whipstitch, weft, and welt,
But always, my thoughts are pick-threading.

As stippled patches of emotion rise and fall in me,
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me
Just too many scars.

The mindless mind stresses itself through mental snares,
I waste away beneath it all, piecing...

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My thoughts do not control me , I control my thoughts...
Devel can not suduse me , I subdue him...
I'm the queen of myself, the queen of my thoughts, the queen of my life...
Nothing can shake me or break me or even scratch my skin..
I don't...

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Where can home be found,
when mother can’t pick up the phone?
I follow her in patchwork,
until I see her brilliance,
once again, in heaven.

happiness wrap me in a queen-sized quilt,
                 ...

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Love Stitches an Ocean


We met once
along the lines 
of short sentences

in the aether 
we exchanged
conversations in dreams

we thought we were poets
but we were just empty chimes
echoing the us before us, 

we existed 
free verse
in the unseen

next time 'round
when we meet, 
again,

you will remember me

you will...

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t was half past five before sunrise, 
when darkness faded into the misty Saturday's dawn, 
just an hour after a bloody confrontation, 
but a brave woman descended into a blood-bathed
street of Lustre, 
with hungry cats and mice on that battleground, 
walking while her purple robe...

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I watch the magic happening 
As yarn becomes a shawl;
The knitting needles of my aunt
Are at her beck and call.

Her fingers wind the wool around 
Without her even thinking
And rows and rows of stitches show
Without her even blinking.

Her expertise is such that
I just really can't...

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“Buy me a scarf” she said and curled her toes through snow to demonstrate the color of
numbness..

“Buy me a scarf and I'll wrap our memories around my neck, you can watch me smile in
storms as I contemplate warmth and look at you beneath the sky.”


I...

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This Pain I can't explain
Shame, no gain
Past to present, present to past
Day to dawn, dawn to day
Life is no place, nor safe


Be free all you can
Get all you wish
Just to forget your dreams
Stuck in the game again

Destruction is unavoided
Dismay is insane
Stories of the past
Stories of...

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I stitched the names of
Loved ones
Onto the bleeding surface
Of my broken heart
To try to stop the steady stream
Of hope
From flowing out
And pain
Flowing in
But the stitches
Did not hold
My heart together
And I finally found out
Why
They ripped
Through the fragile exterior
And left
A bloody mess
Of torn up flesh
And agony
In their...

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She was a jolly seamstress Miss Gritches

     Who was a whiz at patchin' men's britches

          And alterin' ladies skirts

             ...

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Let's start the bidding at eight hundred dollars
For the quilt that was sewn by the hands of a scholar.
A mother, a sister, a daughter, a friend,
A cuddle, a kiss, a wink, and a grin.

I have $850, $860, $875
For the quilt that is stained from all...

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26 stitches is my life.
Hardly got a family and no room for a wife.
Don't ask questions that you don't want to know.
I have already buried myself but where he only knows.
Afraid of the consequences but to numb to change.
I might open the book but I'm...

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I won't need stitches without your kisses I'm not a crybaby like Shawn Mendes
I'm going to go to the club and form friendships
Meet beautiful girls and leave with many numbers
Forget writing a whole chapter, you're barely worth one verse

You killed what we had so never...

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When I was young, I took a tin can to the lip.
Courtesy of my best friend.
I ran away crying for mother.
(This was my first set of(flesh) stitches).

My cat(blue) had a fetish for crapping in the bathtub.
Dad got sick of the cat shenanigans. 
So, I never...

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