Best Threadbare Poems

My love is like a worker's gloves grown old.
His hands are leather, roughened now with age
and years of work in weather hot and cold,
yet through the many years, he has grown sage. . .

My love is like a builder's pair of boots.
He's dusty and fatigued...

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Gray smeared sky like a quilt of rags
Winos sip rot gut from brown paper bags
Threadbare cloud crotch splits up the side
Rain pours down, you got nowhere to hide

Cheap umbrella from a street corner pimp
Turns inside out before going limp
Putrid puddles, soggy doggy doo dollops
Are artfully...

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“Your mother’s love, the silent devotion ,the never heard prayers, the unseen  care.” ~~ Shobhna Kanwar~~ 

She stood in the foyer of the church, through the window to the aisle.
Her threadbare clothes hung around her form in denial.
She watched him take her arm, as...

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Threadbare memories from my past
    like worn out souvenirs,
  packed away with dreams recast
      and thoughts of yesteryear.

Tear-stained photos caked with dust
    and ghosts of long ago;
  stowed away and ne’er discussed,
...

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Wear
thy breast
thin, now rest
thy cheeks rosy
upon my armored chest
smashing the headboard, tea cozy
Now we play ring around the rosary
In me embedded, stroking silk strands of my hair
Thoughts growing so hazy, day dream dozy 
Your fiery eyes keep me toasty
now roaming kisses quest
our lips mosey
mounting crest
Last...

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a slight feeling of ambivalence,
the merest hint of cold indifference
crushes all the confidence
that's in a threadbare heart
take care, take time, show tenderness,
each simple smile's a rich indulgence
that costs but a moment of patience
and restores a threadbare heart...

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Rags To Threadbare Tatters...
(a true “FAKE” story
how Mein Kampf - chill as hoary
frost – and totaling lacking glory.)

A woeful disgraceful
cautionary tale stitched
     from the barest thread
harkens back half life
     of yours truly
     comprising...

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thin moon hangs in the blurring light
when the red tape of work ends 
day's end
before darkness darts onto idling pillows

a too slight shine to navigate the strain of living
wounds unstitched
like a heart unhealing from over-crowded transgressions
a feel that's too familiar 
nestled in the treads of...

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can a threadbare rope
hold the balance of justice
from crushing our hope?

what's the cost in gold
to decide any man's fate
when it's bought and sold?

heaven is the place
where a man is judged simply
by his sacred face!...

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I was kind enough 
To put your shirt 
In the drawer next to my bed 

But I wish 
I had the strength
To leave it on the floor instead 

I want it to collect dust 
But then that means 
The last few months didn’t matter 

Maybe...

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How and Why?? 
With whom and where..
Amidst innocent cries
and tearful eyes,
HUMANITY ONCE AGAIN...
THREADBARE...

Don't let the pain fade this time
Don't let politics and religion play
Zero tolerance is the demand now
A new promise, a fresh vow.. 
Slogans and protests no more in vain.

Days passed, Oh! Sadly I...

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the delicate fabric rends
once intricately meshed
carefully woven together by loving hands

beautifully it hangs
the cloth, pleasing to the eye
colorful hues in a fashionable design

underneath--tattered and shredding
worn from friction and resistance
strings now falling on the ground 

the delicate fabric rends
once intricately woven
carefully meshed together by loving hands
now...

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Moon
came out
dressed only
in threadbare clouds
Sun spun her a gown
of seawater
embroidered
with green
glass...

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The light by which everything else is known,
is what we seek, to become self-aware
and so we sow seeds of love, all home grown,
that the tree of life reveals truth threadbare.

Love is a mist in which ego dissolves,
paving way for consciousness to expand,
whence we see how...

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A Collection of Days
David J Walker

It looks for all to me like
The same sky
Passing by  
As I wake to greet
Each new dawn

And the midday grass is
As green and fresh 
as any shaggy lawn 
I ever mowed for money 
As a boy

Every summer day
Every leaf...

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