Best Tapestry Poems

When you are 
an agonizing 
echo from a
benevolent voice,
life exhales in
mahogany haze, 
spreading across the
lachrymose meadows as 
scarred rivulets of
sandalwood scents, 
where ceramic 
rhymes slumber in
watercolor coffins 
with opaque metaphors,
weaving hoaxed 
hymns of the nascent 
heavens within these
mortal hues. 

I'm a bronze brushstroke 
of origami...

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.........TAPESTRY
Out of time that's long forgotten, 
in a light that's yet unknown,
you could see me in the morning, 
I would be there, but alone,
weaving tapestries from fibers 
of someone who'd never guess,
she is part of dreams and vision,
and somebody's happiness.
    But she...

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             Tapestry of Life


In the still graveyard overlooking San Francisco Bay.
Her husband's young body doth rot and in profound 
silence lay.

Overlooking that city, where he married his young wife.
Who now recalls the beauty of...

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                       "Golden Tapestry"
               One day, that San Francisco way


My,...

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As I walk along the narrow path
Far away from the din of the city crowd
I feel the pain of sadness envelop me,
A symphony of stubborn sadness
That resides in the inner depths of my soul.

At the forest rim, a vast valley stretches.
Unknown farmers toiled on their...

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I reminisce of childhood prowls, the mild
Unfolding through lustrous summer sways
That in my past, musings replay when twigs
Are sprinkled with blossoms rare like
pearls. I find myself wandering downstream
On banks wading softly, entranced along
fresh shrubs…a vignette of burlap and silk,
Rustling like bright confetti that often
Fine dewdrops...

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on sunset evening	
sun, sky and sea interplay
lovers become one...

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pom pom hollyhocks
seven feet tall and frilly~

                         a strong wind their end



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June 27, 2015


Poetry/Haiku/pastel summer tapestry
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Toward my golden years, I’m moving fast
As recollections cherished in my heart
Pass through my mind, those bright threads from my past,
Entwining with the present. It is art!
Such lovely images comprise this fine
Tapestry I’ve woven over time -
Reflecting past or present in each line;
Years coming will...

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Her senses melded with the tapestry,
coming alive, 
as if the images woven 
stripped her spirit bare.
Each image bearing the tale
of the ancients;
Forbearers of a forgotten world
stitched in new world colors.

Interwoven remembered glory
mingling with horrors, gory.
Interlaced, now, in a threaded story
merging the old, 
with those of...

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Dreams I've strung together,
Of the Robin on its wing--
Interwoven tenderly
With yarn, and thread, and string.

The redolence of summer
Mingled with the winter breeze--
The image of a starry night,
Of flowers, hills, and trees.

A picture on a naked wall
For everyone to see--
Visions of the hummingbird,
As well the honeybee....

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Life's Tapestry

Life begins: a single thread
Inlayed throughout as one
Faceted; a tapestry
Entwining hopes and dread
'Sembling  extracts not quite done. 

Torn brocades of woven silk
Aloft on dusty walls
Pull at strings of mother's milk
Ellipsing vacant halls. 
Shadows press the looking glass
Towards the light then fall. 
Running colours...

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O the harmonious hues of summer,
June blossoms make this garden lovely;
A bewildering wild assortment all growing,
Poppies pop, irises ripple, daises and pansies sway.
      I so love to wander,
      With all the murmuring;
   ...

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 ~TAPESTRY~
To be born was quite a struggle my mum was on a motorbike
All the pains had started - but things were going alright.
Poverty we suffered, but our mum did the best she could
Everything was hard, but we managed and in a way it did...

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A spider carefully plans and schemes
the pattern for its life and quest.
It spends its hours weaving dreams
until it creates its sticky best.

Its web is tatted small and refined
or brocaded in heavy tapestry.
Soon prey finds itself entwined,
entombed within this basketry.

The spider calmly enswathes it,
a gesture quick...

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