Cloth Poems - Poems about Cloth

EVE'S NAKED PLEA -CLOTH IN KNOWLEDGED-

She wore nothing but herself;
Her crown was flowing radiant black;
Electrifying was her mind sweet as roses;
And she hears with ears of velvet clovers;
And she sees with the eyes of a cat beams;
And she's naked her vessel skin hue;
Like a flowing water pouring down streams;
Graced in beauty of visaged view;
Carmel is her angles;
She sings amidst the

THE CRACK

We were born in the crack of an egg
fragile and empty
with a whip of thunder
and tongues of fire
tasting the earth.
We were born with a gram of cry
and several stretches,
wrapped in cloth like caterpillars
and waiting for our wings...
We keep our shells
as a reminder of
how far we have come
and how fragile our cradle is.
We were born in

a man of the cloth

Oh, to live the life of a fashion faux pas
Cursed by the anathema of dress codes
Choosing blindly the closest hanger
The shirt on top of the pile
That lonely pair of shoes
Hidden amid
Those “too comfortable” to toss
Ratty sneakers and feral boots
Jeans that had holes
Before it became fashionable
T-shirts that mumble comments
In a far corner a shirt with a

Embroidery Cloth

Embroidery cloth
Expensive, fashionable
Takes hours to have one.

KENTE CLOTH STORY

What of this day we say we like?
Can any of we be sure to say we
Tried to find the Nile In the 
Kente cloth style? Regard this
Further on the trail to the trial.
We BE bright. WE BE right. 
On this earth called Africa. 
Will we like how much the royal
Fabric frayed sacred to the Graves?
This

Fog Laying a Cloth

tired river flowing
slowly between the two banks
fog laying a cloth

October 11, 2023

Women In the Cloth Robed Wall

How many lies have you extolled

How many commandments have you broken

How many futures have you stole

How many people have you made to suffer

How many pennies have you pinched

In order to cast wishes down a well

How much untold damage have you inflicted

And worst most criminal of all

You still are unrepentant

And actually believe and think

You are the

He Never Was of the Pharisee's Cloth

A man called Jesus, worked and taught hated for no
Reason, gives me thought? Betrayed by those He was
To save, the men of cloth spat in his face, He was tortured killed and placed in a rich mans grave.'
A squad of roman soldiers made, security sure
That Truth be known to me and you' with temple guards
And

With Blinders On

God carved him from his finest cloth.
He gave and gave.
They drank his broth.
Most unaware of what was given,
with blinders on they kept on living.

The Epiphany of Three Men of the Cloth

*Image of The Collection Plate by TPW.

The Epiphany of Three Men of the Cloth

My submission is of an objective accounting that had scintillated at my workplace yond the mid-'70s. It had spun into a resplendent calling as a writer, triggered by my poem with a major national magazine. Subsequently, a flurry of anthologies while holding

Khaki Has Never Other Fabrics Liked

Khaki has never other fabrics liked:
It has even their wearer’s bodies disliked,
Their forgivable flaws, their blunders hyped 
And their names and their nicknames mistyped!

Sometimes you hear, “Like onions slice them!”
And begun a solving of what wasn’t a problem;
Bound to uncannily unfold
What Plain Malice does hold …

By then, it would be fanciful
To ask your questions –

Cloth

I rip the cloth off 
Rip the clothes 
I am stripped 
Down to who knows
Who knows me 
Without  digging deep 
Who hears my voice 
When I speak 
Do I whisper 
Do I soar
Do I come for more 
I am tired 
Feeling uninspired 
I try to do 
Everything  required 
Then I stop 
And I

Money

We all know that the world revolves around money. 
After all money has been made a tool that we need in order to survive. 
I would rather be left homeless, cloth-less & food-less. 
Then to let another control me with the site of money. 
If that is all you have to offer, to justify my

Cloth and Dye

We can hear their chanting even if we are deaf.
We can see their malfeasance even if we’re blind.

They turn our earth and churn out our roots.
They poison the water that feeds our minds.

We see it coming like the evening dark, we hear it roar like thunder storms.

They sow their seeds and expect us to nurture

Quilting

It starts with a quivering lip
threads a touch from patches
to little swatches of fabric from
various phases various places of us
the first shirt you gave me
off your very back
was gray with a cartoon face
the hat from your kinky head black
and I use a piece of that
the jeans that romanticized everything
on that patch you asked
me to be

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