Best Weaving Poems

When mourning dove sings,
weave moonlit woes from silver, 
syllables of stars....

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She ventured far beyond Earth's realm
past cordoned confines of heart and soul
Tumbled,  as did Alice, down the rabbit hole
Drifted, like an Autumn leaf blown from an elm

She soared past distant planets, 
on paths lighted by effulgent moons
Weaved her tears among Saturn's rings
and all the...

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Weaving Forms

Abc, Abecedarian, acrostic, alliteration alexandrine
  Salaam, sehraa senyru, sestina, sijo, shape, sonnet
      The list of forms of writing poesy is hopelessly endless
           O angels of all these poetic...

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Poets take hold of one thread,
Ponder it , turn it over to question 
its strength.

They brush it against the 
azure face of the sky, dip it in the 
warmth of the sun,
teach it the language of water
and the whispers of wind…

They wrap it around the...

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Wreath ring of flowers holding hand-in-hand
Hands in circular unity symbolising eternity 
Eternal is belief in Trinity, Christianity and Christ
Christ a Messiah rising from dead absolving sins

Sins mounting, hoping Christ to descend from Heaven 
Heaven like atmosphere humans creating in Christmas
Christmas, festive season of family reunion...

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~Weaving  Dreams~ 
( Free Verse) 


Mind have countless dreams illusions 
Flowing bubbles glowing in mid-air 
Radiant sunrises sunsets pretty pictures 
Sometimes growing burning in the sun 

Pillars of great strength raising 
High seemly all the way into  the sky 
Lovable and gentle sweet...

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She is a perfectly crafted portrait
The canvas nuisance of her skin
The collected sense of sensualness
In every lines convergence of her curving 

And as the sun played with its fingers 
Through the shadow dancing of the trees
Her feet upon their high heels
Staccato castanets upon the pavements
Waltzing...

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The late afternoon sun filters through spruce and hemlock
as I sit here with my juice and my jacket on.
I was ready to say goodbye to this so long so.
As beautiful as this leafy world is, it is not serving me.

I know I am a child....

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"It is better to climb higher over the wings of time than stay idle and be ready for the taunts of inevitable uncertainty-inevitability and un-forseen dismay"

"It is better for us to build invisible castles on the foundation of hope for a better tomorrow than give...

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Dreams oft bring me a smile
Prompting me to walk another mile
Satin silky spread,rosy misty air
Dreams make life,look all fair
Eyes laden with mystic love
Waiting for peace,that illusive dove
Making a cloth of golden thoughts,while kneeling
With warp and woof of desires and feeling
Making this life shining and appealing
So...

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The hair on her legs was weaving itself into braids
Adding beads and colored yarn
While she slept 

She woke once, feeling a pinch
But had no idea 
what it was 

until the next day 
when it was warm enough to wear shorts
And people began discussing it...

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and out of traffic to come home.
easter weekend, hopping happenings.
easter egg hunt, safari.

spring and warmer weather.
summers not long gone.
warmer days....

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Robin Wall Kimmerer,
in Braiding Sweetgrass,
describes the first three woven rows
in process of making an ash basket.

The first Yang row of ecological root structure
is most impossibly conflicted
between extreme tensions up and down.
Weaving Yang-dominant is more of a competitive march
through miserable times of patriarchal-only history.

The second yin...

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Look deep within these loosely-woven layers to find
primeval land with ocean, sky and wind entwined,
skilled hands and eyes of generations gone before
and peat smoke mingling with a sea mist on the shore.

In old and intricate design you may well sense
a solitary piper skirling a lament,
or...

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The BELLS * * *

Resonating
Along that weaving of our days
Past the encroaching darkness
And its wishes to spoil, to wilt
Whatever good it touches; and
How it recedes
With the ringing of the bells
Of Faith: music declaring
Our most Holy Lord’s power;
Calling out his children, loyal
In the fight for Good.

The...

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