Best Weaver Poems
T’was flair from the cobbles that drove the loom
with forced hardy sweat they laboured till eve
a family tradition from the womb
with threaded shuttle and reed hook they weave.
The warp the weft that nurtured the blending
the clatter the din the need of lip sync
a marriage of yarns a pattern pending
the huff and the puff with no time to blink.
This place the cornerstone belonged one’s life
town mill chimneys stretching into the clouds
the smog the fog to cut through with a knife
one pence to pay if late due to the crowds.
While in the countryside the manor house
no longer ‘His Grace’ but master with nous.
© Harry J Horsman 2018
Oh Great Dream Weaver
may the strands of hair
be placed just so
While the fog settles down
out in the fields hovering
ever so low
With wise hands just where
to wind the leather
to know
How to entangle bad dreams,
caught upon your web
so away they go
Through the many intricate
patterns and all the
tiny little holes
Permit the good dreams
to pass through and
take hold
Halito = Blessings to you in Choctaw-Apache
Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson
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Dream
Weaver,
Where are you?
Caress my hair,
drift through my mind's eye...
Let your fingers dig deep,
unearth the day's toils, plant seeds
that give birth to joyful tendrils
Use these, weave me rivered reveries...
Stay by my side 'til Sun kisses my cheeks
Blanket me in your kaleidoscope warmth
let silken threads of dreams tickle me,
so smiles meet my lips as I sleep
Unravel my wrinkled mind,
smoothen it, breathe new life
with your magic touch
Let me feel you,
Dream Weaver
Visit
me...
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Date posted: April 25, 2011 6:40am
Oh precious noble sunrise gift
Collecting small pieces of mosaic to a beautiful love
You're my majestic rose whom blossoms deeply splendid
Flowering a Princess young and lightly blushing regal sovereign
Take me with you into dreams of royal splendor
where your grace pours upon lips divine honey
Please don't make me dream lonely or pine away
It would be the beginning to a warm happiness true lovers should feel
Where we will hold each other in silent whispers
Starlight wonder dances on a stream of silver dust
And the moon's loving energy promotes the Divine
Magically you raise me up enchantingly songs
A heavenly choir bringing the stars into the soul
Inside your Heaven we will fly together free
As the sunflower we turn our minds toward the light
Becoming one spouse with the perfect pure love
Into another space I feel you all around me
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 22.07.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Oh precious noble sunrise gift
Collecting small pieces of mosaic to a beautiful love
Your my majestic rose whom blossoms deeply splendid
Flowering a Princess young and lightly blushing regal sovereign
Take me with you into dreams of royal splendor
where your grace pours upon lips divine honey
Please don't make me dream lonely or pine away
It would be the beginning to a warm happiness true lovers should feel
Where we will hold each other in silent whispers
Starlight wonder dances upon a stream of silver dust
And the moon's loving energy promotes the Divine
Magically you raise me up enchantingly songs
A heavenly choir bringing the stars into the soul
Inside your Heaven we will fly together free
As the sunflower we turn our minds toward the light
Becoming one spouse with the perfect pure love
Into another space I feel you all around me
Written by L. Mc Daid & A-L Andresen
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Things look bleak, hopeless...
A tapestry of images in my head
swirls and tells me a story,
hauntingly beautiful
then unravels so fast---
I try to catch ahold of it,
but fail.
Or so I think...
a single thread of thought
stays with me,
it winds through my fingers
and glows
Another thought floats by
so I pluck at it.
I let it intermingle
with inspiration,
then mesh it together with creativity
My loom is my imagination
my thoughts, my thread
urging me,
compelling me
to weave the story
and so I do.
For I am a word weaver.
As thoughts go in,
words come out
to create something
that warms the heart,
that uplifts the spirit.
I am a word weaver of life.
Allow my tapestry to comfort you,
even just for a while.
01.18.10 125am written for Deborah's "How do you do it?" contest :)
Loom
Weaver
Together
With warp and weft,
Turns yarn to fabric
Fashioned by designer
Driven by the customer
Jacquard, Harris Tweed, Dobby Weave,
This practical creation of love
Conceived from the form of the simple thread.
Conceived from the form of the simple thread
This practical creation of love
Jacquard, Harris Tweed, Dobby Weave,
Driven by the customer
Fashioned by designer
Turns yarn to fabric
With warp and weft,
Together
Weaver
Loom.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
"Dream Weaver Damsel"
in a tiny corner beyond mysterious hills
a quaint curio shoppe promised exotic thrills
amid cryptic designs whispered brisk Autumn chills
as the marmalade sunset cautioned while pursuing frills ...
misty clouds had invited
as curiosity excited
I entered dusty door of my own free will.
melodies chanted a pleasant, yet haunting refrain
as a slight pungent odor infused by wolf bane
the proprietess welcomed with a silver head cane
at her side was a midnight blue giant great dane ...
a charming confection
a cozy connection
i wandered in amazement to purchase sculptured frame.
she offered a sweet tea from a boiling cauldron tin
suddenly the silence invaded quiet as a pin
this euphoria feeling tasted tempting as sin
while spraying wild essence which appeared from a bin ...
a mystical trance
fashioned vivid romance
I envisioned a breath of intoxicant gin.
floating through space on invisible wings
seeking to escape from perilous things
trying to seize the illusive brass rings
as I started to weep I heard two lovebirds sing ...
dream sequence is over
awake! smell fresh clover
was my dream a prediction? premonition? or warning?
*For SandyIvy Davis's Good Enough Contest.
*Written by: Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S..
A Poem on Baya Bird for Children and adults too
How can I forget,
This sweet little, dream weaver
Bird Baya,
Whom I love, from the depths of my heart,
This dream weaver Baya,
Reminds me and reminds constantly to all its fans,
How anyone, can weave their dreams
Into a reality,
By collecting one by one each straw,
And then weaving, each straw
With a skill,
Which only needs
Practice and patients only.
.
Children, of this modern generation,
Needs to watch and see this bird,
Very carefully,
How firm determination and practice,
Of any art and skills,
Can be learnt by anyone of us.
All you need, is a will to learn and do it,
With concentration of mind,
Which improves your skills, slowly and slowly
And one day,
You too can give a shape,
To your dreams,
Like this Dream Weaver Baya.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 11/ 12th Jan. 2019
Dream weaver
The creator of fantasies
Places unknown
Way beyond the seas
Dream weaver
Enter into my mind
Take me on a voyage
To places I cannot find
Bring peace to me
As I sleep tonight
Invade this darkness
With your eternal light
Set me free
From these chains that bind me here
Release me from this pain
And take away all my fear
I beacon you
And again you come
Stay with me tonight
Let these dreams you weave
Deliver me to the sun
The End
By Greg P
The dream weaver of passion’s illusions paints magical visions
Within the soul of desires lost, the token King shifts wildly upon
The chess board of life, until he captures the Queen of hearts,
Melting her beneath his words of enchanting poetic charms.
But the black knight yields not the field of battle, for the flash
And glamor of a delusionary joust, can never win this maiden’s
Devotion, for her inner shield bars the mark of vows promised.
Oh in the bard’s eloquent lyrical tones, his sacred words sing
As sweetly as the nightingales soft lullaby, sweeping the dreaming
Damsel off her feet into passions imaginations world of pleasures
Fantasies, but a darker flame flickers in the night, guiding, calling
This wayward mistress homeward, for she belongs to the black
Knight heart and soul.
Bold is the white knight of clarity, trying to vanquish the
Dark arts beguiling spell, but no demons nor God, can part
These atomoshereic creatures drawn together by forces elemental,
For she is the light that balances his darkness,
And their binding love begets the balance of each other’s
Universe.
Welding his golden wand, the dream weaver builds
Crystal castles in the air, shinning illusions of Camelot,
Tripping the light rays of magic, tossing diamonds as
Confetti shards that sparkle beneath the moons elliptical
Brilliance, yet the queen’s devotion does not waver,
For she loves another, with the whole heart of salvation
Everlasting faith.
In the cold chill of the night, the Queen of hearts
Awakens, stepping lightly as If made of air itself
She steps behind the dark battle horse of fate,
Then placing her fragile hands made of porcine glass,
Into her mighty lord grasp, she mounts behind
The King of black, riding into the distant horizon
Abyss of darkness.
Screaming in protest the wizard of illusion falls
Into madness’s sorrow, for his lost love betrayal,
But she smiles in the night, embracing this
Lord of passions flame.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
A poor little girl from Lydia
Earned her life stay with weave
She woved the most beautiful carpets
No money or gold she got
but some wool and some food
Arachene was a famous and sought after weaver
Everyone admired her work, she had a great talent
Goddess Athena heard about this little girl who was so skilled
Athena could also weave but not as amazing as Arachene
No one should be better than the Goddess Athene
she was angry and very jealous
Arachene was forced to take her own life .... suicide
Although the Goddess Athene was evil
she regretted slightly in the last second
She created little Arachene into a spider
Next time you see a spider
send some thoughts to the little girl from Lydia
Arachene spins beautiful spider web
in your and my garden
(Greek Mythology)
10.10.2013
A-L Andresen :)
Guess they may be minute in your eyes
But this tiny insect can pack quite a surprise
The sheer strength of these little ants
May make you give them a second glance
Scientists have now discovered an ant can lift
One hundred times it’s body weight – what a gift!
Just because it’s tiny it doesn’t mean
The power of this insect cannot be seen
So next time you see a teeny ant remember if you can
It has so much power but it’s simply hidden from man
In actual size it may not be considered a ‘giant’
But for psychical strength it is self-reliant
Contest - Giant Animals
Sponsor – Nathan D
Poem inspired by this article
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1252481/Pictured-Incredible-gravity-defying-ant-carry-100-times-body-weight.html
08~25~15
Today's are woven with yesterday's thread
Spun by hands restless on life's silent loom
This tapestry made carried to death's bed
Woven with all the knowledge you consume
Framed to be hung on your life's hardened wall,
of what has been for the weaver, reminds
Tomorrow's thread yet to be lived at all
While the new day's cloth finally unwinds
Weave in disappointment, victories sought,
with woven memories cut and knotted
To be a reminder of what's been taught
Records the reasons for time allotted
To weave this tapestry without design
Unravels majesty and leaves but twine
Frederic Parker
10/7/14
Moon dancer, in your petticoats, swirling on the lawn,
dewdrop drinker, night wind stalker, daughter of the dawn.
Castanets coil your fingers, diamonds drape your toes;
not equal, but greater, if with normal juxtaposed.
Beautifully different, a gypsy sort of soul,
one, who out of nothing, music can cajole.
Lightly stepping, ever reaching, walking upon air;
if searching, one will find you climbing heaven's stair.
Don't let the stale world change you; continue to pursue
your dreamy fabrication--living impromptu.
Copyright, September 28, 2014