Grand apparel of pretty girls
Embroidered in floral designs
The embellished stones shine like pearls
On the edges of the hemlines
Alignment of the hand and eye
Handling the needle with much bent
Sequins added to beautify
Bring elegance to the event
An intricately crafted art
Perfectly fit as ethnic wear
With angelic charm, girls look smart
While prancing with a lot of flair
Tokens of happy maidens' dreams
Rich hues represent their new lives
Sparkle due to fallen light beams
Unique ancient pattern archives
Place: 8 th
Tie Dye in July
Like Phulkari women in July
I dye the plain days
then stitch gold flowers where the sun burned me
Like dyeing fabric with turmeric indigo and madder root
I carved yellow joy under the amaltas bench forever
Singing while embroidering with messy thread on the floor
Summer heat reminds me of sorrow
curved in black thread of thorn
With wounded fingers I make the woman
who wore burning coal on her feet
The vibrant red reflects my emotions
and love for my past life
Then I turn to another phase
when shibori binds me in July heat
sashiko mends me with white thread
tie the chaos stitch the light back in
Every color blends and comes together
like a rainbow after rain
Memories are crafted with grey ash
and sometimes with vibrant amber
Healing and wounded
like a storm stuck in a heaven star
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The needle pricks,
not fabric~
but the space between my ribs.
A threadbare heart,
pulled taut,
threatening to snap
with every awkward tug.
I am not like Mother;
I am no seamstress~
just a woman
with frayed edges
and hands that fumbles
with mending.
Each missed stitch
leaves a gap~
a tiny wound
where the light slips in,
unasked for.
And still,
I knot the thread,
bite it clean,
press my palm
to the uneven seam
Feelin’ stitchy is an old school term meaning feeling out of sorts. Today, the phrase implies a sense of enthusiasm or passion for embroidery and related crafts.
you may read a related memoir vignette at poetrysoup.com/short_stories/feelin_stitchy_13648
Little Oreo is nine months
Already planning his embroidered wall hanging
He’s so lovely he smashes the house,lol
I think he knows he’s spoiled
Can’t quite work his colouring out
Needs to be applied before I make judgement
He’s got a black fur on his face
No distinguishing markings but under his chin
Only white whiskers will make it stand out
And some clever shading.
Little Professor Oreo Double Cream Theodore Esquire.
down on the floor
hands and feet would lift me ~
i was a plane
blew up balloons
she made me animals ~
i was dazzled
taught me stitches
loved skilled embroidery ~
i was craft sown
drew paper dolls
sketched with clothes to cut out ~
i was prized fun
read tales aloud
fueled my fantasies ~
i was book hooked
spent time with me
shared skills and joys with me ~
mama loved me
Embroidery thread comes in hundreds of hues
And searching the shelves it’s not easy to choose.
One purple’s too dark but the next one’s too light;
It’s hard to find one that is perfectly right.
Yet buying some extras just makes lots of sense
Since the thread isn’t close to a major expense;
So when I get some fabric to work on a quilt,
I purchase a bunch of new threads with no guilt.
Today my collection increased by a few,
Including a bold and bright turquoise-type blue.
I know that wherever my project has led,
I’ll never get stuck, hanging there by a thread.
Yesterday, at Maker Space, I completed
Embroidering the image of your second home,
And you were sitting in there alone.
I also added embroidery of the poem,
Titled 2024.7.29, the first poem I posted
The one being featured on the Poetry Soup home page once.
I also included a popular poem in foreign language,
Which formed the lyrics of a movie's theme.
It crossed my mind,
How would you feel the minute you saw it?
If I was you, I treasured every meaningful item,
Especially if it directly related to me.
It depicted your image, from green beanie,
Black and white stripe woolly scarf, khaki creamy jacket,
Blue jean and the runners of bright green soles colour.
One day, when you have a chance
To read my poems on the Poetry Soup website
Please be kind to make some comments,
Have my memories served me well?
Except for the grammar, was there anything I wrote,
Was untrue or inaccurate?
It was hard to believe but it was true that
Honesty and keeping promises,
Were not the best policies,
In the current society.
I couldn't help it. It was me.
Can not help and can not change it.
Embroidery cloth
Expensive, fashionable
Takes hours to have one.
Embroidery arts
Precious heritage of prime
Blend style with time.
Silken thread
weaves charming patterns
of many colours
Cross stitch
needle in and out
Creating design of
pastoral harmony
When completed
and framed it will
hang on wall
for many years
Finally
finding its way
into thrift shop
With luck someone
who appreciates
vintage crafts
will happily take home
this humble offering
So, the journey begins.
Charming Patterns
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27/09/2021
If I were a poet
I would pour pieces
Of my heart on pages
Paint in crystalline clarity
The anguish of my ancestors
My poems would be embroidery
Tailoring the strives
of this generation
I would write aspiration
on the mountains of mama Liberia
That her children - yet unseen
Can see and maintain our dreams
If I were a poet
I would write the dead to life
How deep can a poem be to cause a resurrection?
I would write poems so deep
Even the earth will use as its axis
I would perform spoken words
That would send you in awe
Because I would play on more words
Than any dictionary ever did
I would take the hand
Of my pen in marriage
And you would call me
Mr. Inkredible
If I were a poet
I would use my writings
To spray the fragrance of principles
As prove that if you keep
standing for yourself
You can become statuesque
If I were a poet
I would write the name of my Motherland
In every anthology I see
So that someone somewhere
Can see the beauty of my lineage
I would use words
To build skyscrapers of optimism
The truth is
I want to become a poet
But
I haven't found the right words yet
Embroidery
It’s okay
To close your eyes
To fall asleep
To breath in deep
If inferno heat
Shall sway the wind
Or kill the flame
May it boldly show itself
A frog upon a log
Or a lily pad
An embroidered cushioning
A round , flat leaf
For the water lily
Lilac
Ivory
Lavender blooms
Water daises
Cupped hands
Receiving fruit
A mandala
All- encompassing
Far - reaching
And symmetrical
An artichoke
Floating in the lake or pond
Or rooted in the wet dirt
Recollection of thoughts
Steps taken before
A walk along the road
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
09/05/19
EMBROIDERY OF VELLUM
A clean poem composed
Thee vellum virgin
Lace betrothed in length
Your satin train embraced
Thee embroidery in apple gold
Girdled in silver refined
And curvature of silhouette
Delicate with subtle design
6/25/2017
Lyric Poem
A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in baskets of silver
proverbs 25:11 Bible ESV version
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embroidery fun
stamped cross-stitch colors design..
one single blood stain
Contest Entry..
She sat peacefully by the window
Gnarled brown hands creating magic
Every tiny stitch danced around in joy
The pastel blue and enchanting pink
Peeked from under her hands
The basket with its weaves and hues
Stood surrounded by tiny daises
She stitched love and care into each flower
Head bent life flowed from her hands
A garden filled with treasures
Night came, moonlight beamed
Hands still lovingly moved across the threads
Dress finished, she slowly stood
Eyes caressing the wedding dress
A gift from grandma so old
03/06/2011
By Tahera Mannan
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