Brocade Poems - Poems about Brocade

Written: November 09, 2023 ________________________________________ An allegedly assured affix distracted by wistfulness to assess arousal of anguish, wherewithal shadows tackle by day amidst thick mist, in propinquity dry wells. carrying a titian heartbreak on my shoulder. a gentle regret that is not a zenith dread; brocade as...

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A spider carefully plans and schemes the pattern for its life and quest. It spends its hours weaving dreams until it creates its sticky best. Its web is tatted small and refined or brocaded in heavy tapestry. Soon prey finds itself entwined, entombed within this basketry. The spider calmly enswathes it, a gesture quick yet fatal. To paralyze this tasty tidbit, its single bite is detrimental. To...

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His earnest quest for survival Has meant off-and-on revival, Bus boarding to far-off crusades, For weeks avoiding nice brocades… Not anymore one who’d bubble, Sometimes chin with a week’s stubble: Arch enemies in connivance, The injurious for contrivance; Had in dreams poisoned his noodle And Christ said “Straight into puddle!” Enemies flexing raw muscle, God making it Divine Tussle… His fervent quest for survival Has meant much...

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She wore brocade of red with silver threads A tight fit, clinging to her shapely hips A matching shade of lipstick on her lips The lady was determined to turn heads And turn around they did, news quickly spreads On the cruise ship she both stunned and bewitched She wore brocade. The dress was split both sides to top of...

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I am a tapestry woven of colored threads that intertwine to a pattern. Details in subtle hues spell opulent stories, rich and beautiful as a life. 11/7/2017 For contest Fabric Sponsored by Nette Onclaud...

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Bequeath to me no inlaid jewel brocade If you are called before God calls to me. Your saphire blues and ruby reds will fade But give me fire that fueled your heart so free. Your glowing flame a gift from God to thee As comfort balm to calm and warm the years. If death should call...

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An interval of quietude; she sleeps, caressed by copper curls in silk cascade. Observing beauty in her calm, he weeps, remorseful of impassioned hands he laid. From searching eyes, secluded pain she hides, within her mind, love's solemn vow replayed. Through purest skin, dark cast of anger rides, wrapped safely 'neath soft folds of green brocade. Breath falls, as into endless void she...

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