Best Treadle Poems
The TaskThe old screen door still welcomes me, a familiar song I've heard before..
But oddly now, it's out of tune. It has a wail of some despair
After this,...who'll pass this way?
Will they use the rug and wipe their feet, erase away the grime or sleet?
Or...
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Categories:
treadle, death, friendship, loss, love,
Form:
Free verse
Selvedge EdgesBlue-checkered curtains are faded and drawn,..
after the years since she made them from gunny-sack cloth
The Singer, long idle, now gathers more dust,
with its needle still threaded and the treadle at rest
As I clear out the room, I think of long hours
of foot-peddled power, and strength...
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Categories:
treadle, courage, endurance, family, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
Feed Sack DressesA combination of Haiku and Kyoka
designer originals
from feed sacks
after the chickens were fed
her artist's touch
honed with the aid
of her foot movement
on the treadle machine...
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Categories:
treadle, clothes, middle school, mother,
Form:
Haiku
My Father and a Ray of HopeWith a huge geometry of bones and ribs
my father stands amidst us,
like an age-old iron pillar,
high durable, tensile and unbrittle
he is, the lonesome cantilever.
Though I know not,
perhaps he could be in immense pain,
or suffering from his terrible wounds;
but neither I feel nor touch
as I fear;
may...
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Categories:
treadle, depression, faith, father daughter,
Form:
Free verse
Quail Not At Death's Door If You Wrought No Wilful HarmQuail not at Death’s door if you wrought no wilful harm
Quail not at Death’s door if you wrought no wilful harm
Should turning back in vengeance be the Dead Man’s qualm
Though even as the end nears the comfort of proffered pardon
Will in no way replace the...
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Categories:
treadle, death, planet,
Form:
Elegy
Granny's TreasuresTossing and turning after a heavy economic loss
The shock shattered my peace of nights
Hugging my pillow tight with unshed tears
The sorrowful thoughts trudged haltingly
To my grandma's antique sewing machine
Lying impassively in the cluttered store
Guilt shook me out of my sluggish memories
Over the dormant treasure...
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Categories:
treadle, appreciation, care, emotions, grandmother,
Form:
Free verse
Honoring You In Living ColorKitchen counters alive; the vivid colors of red, green, purple and yellow glass jars. Your garden flourished.
.
Pickled beets mingle boiled eggs; a pretty periwinkle purple.
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Yellow and purple tinted fingers; dandelions and elderberries distilling; musty aroma permeated by sweet wine. A balloon implodes.
.
(I bet you didn’t...
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Categories:
treadle, mom, mother, mother daughter,
Form:
Free verse
Unravelling the TapestryI found in my tapestry
a rare golden thread,
I began to unravel it
to see where it led
The weft that was freed
from the intricate weave,
changed the course of my life
more than I'd ever conceive
While the threads of my past
went back through the heddle,
they were detached...
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Categories:
treadle, allegory, change, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
The Fabric of Two LivesSewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
Its turn-of-the-century frame clad in rust
Sitting in the old attic’s dim lighting
It revived memories uninviting
Her dauntless spirit still seemed to be there
Helen, hard at work in her wicker chair
The bobbin spun as she pressed the treadle
To mend her husband’s Civil...
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Categories:
treadle, memory, war,
Form:
Couplet
Vicky JenkinsVicky is an archer, born on the 14th of April,
In 1977, and started getting that archery thrill,
In 2010 when she competed for the first time:
She found archery thru a friend’s lucid dime.
She lives in Malvern in Worcester, England,
So she trains in Lillishall in Shropshire’s...
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Categories:
treadle, body, sports, strength, world,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
The Object Lesson
The Object Lesson
Written: By Miracle Man
3/15/2019
In minutes the tornado had abandoned the scene,
Undisturbed, was a borrowed, glass Butter churn.
Still sitting on the treadle of her old sewing machine,
Placed there awaiting an opportune time for return.
In the yard, what remained, of the trunk of a tree,
Bed...
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Categories:
treadle, god, nature, weather,
Form:
Lyric
More Sewing FootlesSlip Stitch
gave chase
lost face
Whip Stitch
LaRue
debut
Loose Stitch
sought it
lost it
Old Sewl
pedal
treadle...
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Categories:
treadle, cute, silly, word play,
Form:
Footle
The Christmas ZipperThe Christmas Zipper
David J Walker
That tool kit you gave me
At two, Mom
was meant to be a toy
But made of real metal
How did I know
What to do with the saw
That I called a “Zipper”
Did I see Dad
Zipping through boards?
I only...
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Categories:
treadle, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
Sex For YouSex for you is all I have.
Just a simple title.
The chance to give you all I am
just to keep you vital.
A pleasure we could do without
for just a little mettle.
But really who're we running from
We'll just admit to settle.
But wait- there's more to me than...
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Categories:
treadle, analogy, bangla, cute love,
Form:
Quatrain