Cloth Poems - Poems about Cloth

...And so it was monday again, sunday was already over? Insane. Math sheets all over the place, the space filled with treats. ,,Oh", and as with every blink time passed, night gains, fast getting homew......Read the rest...

...Stitches A wound, deep and wide Gaping, Ragged, Bleeding Cover with the cloth of False Smiles Cover with the cobweb gauze of Empty Sympathy Clamp it shut with fingers of Chemic......Read the rest...

...Rare grandness and extravagant appeal, Chrysiridia Rhipheus ideal, classified initially as a moth, butterfly reborn as man of the cloth, females, too, together metamorphized Papilionidae catergo......Read the rest...

... I melt into the plural sky its rippling tableaus of tomorrow underneath open light waves see-saws the labyrinth like Delphi tendrils crossing channels all the changing faces played automati......Read the rest...

...Within his moment, I wouldn't change a thing, my life right now is earnt, I got here on my own merit, proud of all the things I've learnt. Oh but that thought of what if, what an offer! If I c......Read the rest...

...That was then when the truth was a lie scorching the bitter tongue of unseen circumstances that crawled on the belly of youthful unrest running toward the darker quarters where Angels left wear......Read the rest...

...I'm promised to your finger tips The ones that run through my hair and run across my skin When there's space between that skin and the cloth that hangs off me My shirts aren't tucked into my pants......Read the rest...

...the untimely measures gathered beneath solid structure as hands fold the numeral gestures gravely carved throughout the roman empire while the daintiness of quiet muse's reciting playful tune......Read the rest...

... Showered with petals, long since gone, Silk cloth exchanged for armour strong, The transparent walls imprison souls, No heart or living thought consoled. Our presence blurred in mirrors c......Read the rest...

...What is mist in my demeanour, makes me fray when I am touched, the thread is just a little leaner, when the rug is pulled too much. Adjust the light, reduce the glare, the eyes will compensa......Read the rest...

... One of my friends recently suggested I write one called “Cracker Jack” Who better than the cracker himself Who's wheels have left the track I've never professed to be poet In the i......Read the rest...

...In the days of wine and roses April showers fresh the air Garden sculptures change their poses Streets are leading everywhere Sun is shining through the curtain Through the gluey young green le......Read the rest...

... Quetzalcoatl, Moloch, NASA, SkyNet, poisonous satellites in pink and green, roam The Earth, raining reversed Rockets of the bloody fountain Discord of the Deep hordes,- reins......Read the rest...

...Scripture references Matthew 27:62-28: 15 John 20: 7-9 Why did the angel roll the stone away? Not so Jesus could get out. He had already gone from man's tomb. ......Read the rest...

...“Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life's search for love and wisdom” Rumi Once I roamed in for......Read the rest...