Best Woven 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...

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you write your words and they make me cry
you write those word and you know i die
but i've died so often now

i held you in...

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Apple cheeked autumn eyes bashful skies, as

Yellow frocked summer says her goodbyes to fragrant
Earth's seeded spring, to wild bouquets
Arranged by careless care, for the
Roses and...

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If you could hear echoes from my heart now,               
Would you...

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Our soul's luminous light filters the depth of darkness
shining like a woven thread into the stillness of time
It was there where we met, in a...

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I am here now
Presence my companion
Rising I put my two feet
On the ground
I give thanks as I open my eyes
To this new day
A divine delicious...

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Upon the doorstep of my paradise,
     You’ll find h e l l i s h pansies and t a i n...

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Her romantic letters, birth as heart pure and true 
supported deep vows we both swore to be held to.
Her grace, soft as the silence of...

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Cleaning out one of your drawers,
I remove your beautiful woven sweaters
     one    by    one
 ...

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What if love is the religion,
and heaven a voice 
with no ego; 
synchronized in 
harmonious hope,
speaking dialects
of kindness?
What if hell is a myth, 
and evil...

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An echo of lovesome passion, an inspiration of unborn theme,
A muse hypnotic, adept at composing aspirations of my dream,
Omnipresent voice of being, poetry is my...

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"Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it."~...

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Underneath all the layers
Of tradition
Of religion 
Of philosophy
Of reason and understanding
I smolder
In passion's pleasure bed of red
Paroxysms of pleasure
Emanate from my core
Searing the shroud
Flames of...

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I long to fold my eyes and softly creep

                ...

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 In the valley 
    of violin vines,
    when the saffron sun ascends,
and crooning clouds 
   drift...

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