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...

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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...

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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


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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...

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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...

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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...

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     "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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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A poor little girl from Lydia
                                Earned her life stay with weave
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 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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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