Cloth Poems - Poems about Cloth

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...

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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...

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Embroidery cloth Expensive, fashionable Takes hours to have one....

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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...

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tired river flowing slowly between the two banks fog laying a cloth October 11, 2023...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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*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...

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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 –...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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You're cloth in unrighteousness come home naked bear and be holy 8/29/20 written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©...

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