Crochets Poems - Poems about Crochets

... Great Aunt Rosa knits and crochets, but lately it's gotten carried away. bigger and better she'll delightfully say, while the rest of the family is left in dismay. It's more than just a color......

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...Autumn's crisp, dry leaves crackle underfoot; adding a crunch to the grandeur of Fall. Squirrels scamper about as if hard-put to gather acorns, then bury them all. Nature crochets a shr......

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...When the moon crochets a pattern so subtle that I think I can hear it; This is fluid feeling; this is a force I cannot replicate. A calm silence in the silence- I can feel it. You’re in love an......

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...In the yard stands a large Bradford pear tree, Its spreading branches forming a shady canopy. Beneath this shady haven is a ring of chairs, And in each chair sits a friend who cares. Women of d......

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...Coiled in a blanket loops joined in winter crazed by interlude spring out of cold step she snaps into life dusts her cobwebs crochets a path season unfolds promises change ......

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...As time doth flee like shadow into night Though quietly, as stubborn as a steed Which hath not met awareness to its plight Those heels whose speed shan't yield unto the thief November knows the b......

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...Bandit Un chat en noir et blanc, Bandit, Itches for owner’s departure Slouches on gray couch Leans against webbed blanket Lowers and tilts its head Wrinkles its fluffy fury chest Fixe......

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...Malnourishment is the song from the pans whose empty hold could offer no more products to be boiled and whirled. They were quite sad having been bought then hung. Hung. Sparkly signalling stale sales......

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...From stiletto heels to flashy coiffures whether in braids, crochets or something new They never ceased to shimmer in view and there, there, these beauts I see... Three dames a......

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...When Meaning Is Meaningless The value of life is delicious debris When meaning is meaningless The victims search bread crumbs in the bounteous stale loaf The ......

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...BEYOND FAITH ) ) ) ) ) . . . at twilight’s edge love crochets a soft, trailing lace at twilight’s edge… late......

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...A stilled summer sky saturated and scattered with god song watches a way fared soldier - whispers to a wary widow. Creamy clouds canopy the concord of a moment. Minutes become mercurial - they manif......

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...Beautiful woman he sees, not me. Glitter-filled bubbles populate the misty-colored air; faucets singing rushing over naked wrinkled bodies rejuvenating, cleansing valleys where time crochets ea......

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