Best Weave Poems
listen,
the whispers
of leaves
turn colour
autumn is here.
now that you are gone
who will wake every morn
to lift the sun
unveil the sky
etch in the clouds
who will paint the rainbow?
i had a dream and in the dream i wove you a poem
i used the fiber of my character to create spools of silken thread
dipped in the juices of my passion i dyed them in the colors of my imagination
re-enforced each and every single strand with the strength of my love
touch,
the echoes
of the rain
- waters
- blossoms spring.
now that 'us' is just a word
no longer with you as one
i alone wind up metal toys
cut out paper dolls
the beach swept from under my feet
the child in me flees.
spun spools from the intricacy of my spirit
designed a pattern
to the rhythm
of the music
of my inner thoughts
enamoured in your vision
crystal beads gather on my brow
as i toil your finely bred gift
as i braid every part of me
with every memory
into every sliver of fabric
taste,
uncut
snow shapes
crisp cold
ices the wintertide.
instead now rusted
a fools gold chain of loneliness
hangs around my neck like a noose
mourns a union that once had breath
a twosome that now is dead.
see,
the sand sculptures
paint
rekindle
a childhood summer
past.
sew in the loving glow emits my flawless dreams
with my boiling blood initial my woven piece
my work at an end i awake
you lay there a wingless angel asleep
smiling as if you heard a bell ring
your boundless warmth embraces me
the moon no longer smiles
the stars no longer wink
smell,
seasonal airs
stimulates senses
memories they deliver.
without a touch
barely - i kiss you.
in this
my decade of one
hope is a wickless candle
the night just day without light
in the glee,
hopes and dreams,
in the human spirit,
lives the miracle of life.
magnificent
voices in every pitch
deep and resounding,
the melody of echoes and whispers – uncut.
Jan 4 2017
With Love
Armand
Categories:
weave, break up, celebration, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
“It’s a terrible love
And I’m walking with spiders…
It’s a terrible love and I’m walking in
Its quiet company…”-Birdy
Three long claws enclosed around a lone beating heart
Stone talons gripping in happy malice, silently angry by its pulse it cannot feel…
The longer I stare into the hollow sockets seeing only ugliness,
The easier it becomes to break into pieces over the mere thought of you
I thought it was a dull beat- a throbbing, fading beat disappearing into the night…
Though your image, once so grainy, is becoming clearer and clearer in the fogs of my consciousness
I thought it was just a dull, callous beat…
But the more it throbs against the stone, the more the stone cracks
The more the demon cries in anguish…the more I fall
So deeply in love have I become,
I can barely breathe in this misty embrace
The suspense of your blows make my innards whimper…make my mind shiver
My tearful eyes cry for your assurance
My body changes through the peeks of your light
It is all a joke!
This is all pathetic, low, meaningless!
Surely these claws over this heart do not exist
Holding onto nothing but dead spiders who once weaved miracles
Dust and spider legs….spider eyes…they had seen so much…felt so much with their prickly appendages
Through a lovely peephole beyond the three stoned fingers…
I see the entire world where they must have crawled
A world holding you…
If only I could hold you too…
Something tells me I would never let go if I had the chance
Something tells me I would crush you
I would turn you into dust and spider legs…
And yes, as all demons enjoy, I would lose you
In the grip of the three stoned fingers
Unless…
You were that heart I thought I had seen…
The heart that continued to beat long after it was ripped out
The clenched heart that throbbed despite its crushing cage
The very heart that bled and bled for no body and all for the sake of love
Beating and beating, cracking those frigid fingers
Into dust…
And all of the fallen limbless creatures would gather round…
And they would tell me… “He lives yet still…”
Weaving in their webs the very bloods and salts you pumped
Within me…and beyond me
Dead spiders weave and weave and weave…
And unlike human hearts, their ideas never tire
Categories:
weave, analogy, creation, devotion, grief,
Form:
Free verse
If I could fly on Summer's breeze
and leave behind my selfish pleas
Glimpse Nature's handiwork supreme
See the Earth in different themes,
Nature's weave and magical tease.
I'd sit at night on blossomed trees
Watch Heaven's stars alight with ease
then race a passing, bright moonbeam
If I could fly...
On fragrant breeze, find Summer's keys
Open wings of lavender leaves
No longer tied to worldly schemes
Just Breeze and I to search for dreams
Watch magic woven by degrees.
If I could fly...
April 17, 2022
for Your Favorite Theme Poetry Contest ~ Rondeau
by Regina McIntosh
SECOND PLACE PREMIUM!
Categories:
weave, adventure, appreciation, beauty, color,
Form:
Rondeau
"If truth is stranger than fiction, you need to take a stroll inside my dreams!"- by me
Weave me a story; weave me a tale.
Whole histories I need not hear.
But juicy tidbits I love well.
You can whisper them in my ear.
Books are a joy I love to read.
Weave me a story; weave me a tale.
Non-fiction or science – no need!
On the swell of romance I’ll sail.
Give me drama. Spare no detail -
good movies to both hear and see.
Weave me a story; weave me a tale.
At theaters I love to be.
I fall to sleep and my mind weaves
thrilling things. It never grows stale
what imagination conceives!
Weave me a story; weave me a tale.
April 23, 2023
For Writing Challenge - 'W' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
weave, books,
Form:
Quatern
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 yet fatal.
To paralyze this tasty tidbit,
its single bite is detrimental.
To live, to spin, to weave, to eat,
is spider’s deadly task’s cycle.
Web mastery, a cunning feat,
ensures the spider’s survival.
Categories:
weave, death, dream, insect, life,
Form:
Rhyme
some eyes cover rather than uncover
let my eyelids be your half-moon
you can pluck my eyelashes one by one
weave yourself a pair of forever caring wings
and i know with them you'll fly to him
matters of the unconditional moon
and what's to hurt soon
Tamer Hossam
Categories:
weave, beauty, crush, forgiveness, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
If you don't know how to do it
Be sure that you'll be told.
You only have one life-
Be assertive and be bold.
You have a lot to offer,
I hope that you can see-
You sparkle with such goodness
and integrity.
Stay kind and stay wholesome and
If they bring you down
Remember they're just verbs but you,
You are a noun.
You are somebody, you are something
No one can take your place,
You are the original
and others- just a trace.
If you don't know how to do it
Just pretend until you do
Don't show them any weakness
Trust no-one only you.
You can do anything
Great energy you'll weave
You can change the world
If only you believe.
Categories:
weave, inspiration, inspirational love, integrity,
Form:
Rhyme
clouds float in a palette of rainbow
rain whispers a rhapsody
leaves sway in a trance
stream murmurs a lullaby
waterfalls descends on rocks
heron glides in a slow motion
breeze rustles a cadence
chimes soar to horizon
world is a tapestry of dreams we weave with imagination
FIRST PLACE
A Brian Strand 4 to 14 lines Poetry Contest
July 24, 2021
Categories:
weave, imagination, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Weaving honesty and dedication
the sun or the moon or the poet
die to gone.
Why to flood with tears
they will come soon, after the hush
they will come to glitter
there.
You can get nothing in cry
just believe that the end of the night
the end of the grief
thy.
The songs has being sung since long
the inspiration; one should pay
garlands. Genuflect to
lend.
Categories:
weave, cheer up,
Form:
Free verse
Oh inspiration, leave me not
On wings departed for the sun
For you and I are were such good friends
When we were standing, still as one
If not for you, the turquoise skies
Would hover just a simple blue
And flowers would of course, still be
Yet not of such a fragrant hue
The faded lines of tedium
Become brand-new when you’re around
But oh, the doldrums dominate
When you no longer can be found
Oh inspiration, be my muse
Awaken you old sleepy head
With crayon candied thoughts to flow
And winsome words to weave and thread
Categories:
weave, how i feel, inspiration,
Form:
Personification
Undeniable this what I feel
Unexpectedly caught off guard
Once broken now I can heal
Just left my heart scarred
Time I took perhaps too long
Yet felt so good to just breathe
How in life could that be wrong
Allowing my own words to weave
Categories:
weave, words,
Form:
Free verse
I wish to weave my veins with yours, like two rivers joining their destinies under the eternal sky,
to let my blood flow through the corridors of your craters, carrying with it a song of life,
to drive out the deeply embedded poison, to show you how it is to breathe without the demons that tear at your silence,
like shadows that have hidden too long in the dark corners of your soul.
I wish to open your ribs like the gates of an ancient temple forgotten by the world,
to extract your heart, scrape away the accumulated pain, and place it back, purified and reborn,
still beating with the force of a universe, still yours, but stripped of the shadows of the past,
a symphony of beats singing of a rediscovered love, pure and eternal.
I wish to unveil your skin like a map of memories, to replace your scars with my fingerprints,
so you never forget the touch that brought light where there was only darkness,
like a gentle wind that erases the traces of the storm, leaving behind the peace of a summer rain.
I wish to pull the demons from your throat, to throw them against the walls of this fortress that is you,
to watch them beg for mercy, as they dissolve into the shadows of the night,
like beasts that have stolen too many dreams, disappearing into the oblivion that has long awaited them.
But trust is not something I can give you out of the blue, like an elixir of lost hope,
you must open your hands, let fall the blade you've held like a talisman,
until your palms remember how to bleed, how to let the pain go,
and to receive the light that will envelop you in the warmth of an endless morning.
Categories:
weave, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
Polished now in the hallway, my fond antique
Recalling Grandaunt’s delicate craftwork--
Each pattern of fabric threaded with zest,
As her hands would bounce around pinpoint needles,
Weaving an array of doilies rugs garments
Intently absorbed in a foot pedal’s rhythm
That her hums trailed beyond Nam’s bombings :
The war years seemed like only yesterday,
Calming her through spindles of moon’s quick cycle .
Along each evening’s gloss, we rollicked laughed
Exchanging banters like friends… till she crossed over :
Tonight, I gently pat her own quilt laying on my bedside,
Lining our decades of sweet remembrances…
For a moment, my eyes gazed at stars’ fading wicker,
The candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark.
Viv Wigley’s Contest: One nine and sixteen
Written 5/1/2018
Categories:
weave, memory,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
When writing righting poetry proceed with the following corporeal caution:
assimilate before u ass assume
build before u buldge
concentrate before u copulate
deride before u dicktate
engulf before u envelop
fantasize before u fragment
grasp before u germinate
hallicunate before u hypocrate
imagine before u initiate
juxtapose before u jauntilate
literate before u luminate
memorate before u mentorate
nuture before u negate
obligate before u obliviate
postulate before u prostitiute
question before u query
resonnate before u recreate
sonitate before u saturate
tintilate before u translate
utililize before
Xpectorate before u Xstinguish
yuletides before u yelltides
zoneify before u zilchify
it's all in the mission of word wise portrayl
of a mindful sour sequence of alphabet
anomalies grammar given and humoheld in
a grand garnered elementary entrailed
existance teacher tilt trended to a
mellow mystic grandeur of let me be me in a time
when I/me was a boring blend of boyish bother
to all around me and time spent was to inculcate
myself into an artsyfartsy minimammal of intertwined
mealymouthed measure of pre white trash tinsure
trying to find the holy grail of boyhood benign banality trying
not to succomb to impregnating my 8th grade girlfriend
with streetsmart gonadial groovy greatness guided by degraded
inacquaricies from a teen trotting hormonal hack brother
who lived his life between the legs of others. (No father included)
I savored the insanctity of him and kept it in my pants until further notice
and then had to be coaxed agressively upon annointment after marriages
annoyed. I then procreated to a purposepoint proper designated to
choicechosing the astrosign compaticosimco with the signs at mind, and
holy fecal matter, it worked wised with wanton willfuness,
thank God for 911 and. Save me Jesus.
Categories:
weave, brother, memory, mom, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Did you think, that I would not know?
The web you weave with your pernicious soul?
You spin and spin and then retreat.
Leaving the entanglement of your ludacris deceit.
At first you don't suceed, you then try it again..
Doing whatever it takes to lure them back in.
Think about where you spin your luck.
A paramour, the black widow, may devour you up.
Categories:
weave, angst,
Form:
Light Verse