Best Weft Poems

The Warp and The Weft

The warp and the weft are different but both thread
Choose any colour you like, through the blues to the red
The warp...

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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...

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Got home awound twee (I was dwunk as a wouse)
Awose pwomptly at six wit' dwy cotton-mouth
I knew wather soon my day was gonna' bwow
When I...

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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...

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"His whisper  awakes the inner soul of  peace." Quote by poet

The Autumn breeze slightest breath whisper 
Sent a quiver across the countryside and...

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One big boom reverberates,
we shelter 'neath the railway bridge,
the swirling wind ensures we get a soaking anyway.
The Croal is roaring well above the watermark,
the nature...

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September brings cheers, Mother Nature’s woven tapestry of earth tone colours   and first day of school of learning new things.   By_Poet

Warm,...

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“Stroke-a-back
stroke-a-back
someone’s going to touch you
in a moment from now,
I’ll draw the snake
but I won’t end it.”   
      ...

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How vast and pervasive is the Moon?
Hugeness hints there stand two
Orbs and a turbulent stream
Simply like the dawning sun
All over the half-moon horizon.

On the shore...

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Walk me through a continues path
No one, hath aroused of its sleep.
Let me bathe in the autumn's cool breath.
To a painted scene of green that...

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Set to weave on an age-old loom
Living within an empty room
Through night and day in same costume
Like a Shallot Lady in gloom.
She looks into a...

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A staff is more than handhold, its worn
to the grasp, trust in what fell down from above.

The llama's sure foothold fits like our staffs
in the...

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Beneath the roots of the Tree of Life,
The mythical Yggdrasil,
Live the Three Sisters of Fortune,
Three spinners sit weaving still.

Our fortunes favoured, fortunes damned,
Are spun to...

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DEMI-MONDAINE


You belong in silhouette to the dream’s theft
And weft with paid desire, look all adoring
At the man who’s made your life bereft
Of actual household dreams,...

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Hewwo and Mewwy Cwistmas dearwest Bugsy!
Season's gweetings to you Daffy D!
So gwad you fwew out this way
Bwess my bones, if it ain't Wosemite Sam!
(Pweeze weave...

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