Fabric Poems - Poems about Fabric

...Politicians are mostly just an exaggerated version of sellers and advertisers of lies, dubious, Their words are like glittering globes, enticing but empty, Promising dreams wrapped in gilded lies,......Read the rest...

... Our home came from an old apple tree, the storm came and we had to flee. We still make honey for brie, all my wonderful siblings and me. I am the youngest yellow bee, my family is fill......Read the rest...

... Days hold the sun And many wonderful Yawns Stars twinkling will be held Tonight by the sky And moon Rising over the mountain top......Read the rest...

... This summer sure is real hot Look I just found the jackpot Lots of cool water I could be an otter This pool is a big blue pot......Read the rest...

...In the mystical realms where shadows waltz with whispers of yesteryear, Where the moon's silver tendrils weave through the fabric of the night, The man, the mad ape, traverses, a spectral echo of h......Read the rest...

...Under the mystical veil of night, where stars whisper ancient secrets, I feel my failure intensely, as if it were a vital organ, Birthed by merciless gods, growing from the side of my head. You ca......Read the rest...

...In the vast and verdant landscape of African literature, a constellation of luminous stars once shone bright, their radiant light illuminating the complexities of a continent’s soul. O Achebe, A......Read the rest...

...Under the mystical veil of a moonless night, I am but a leaf carried by the unseen currents of time, A feather in the wind, anchored to nothing, bound by no direction. Each day calls to me with it......Read the rest...

...Quote By Poet: "Morning arrives when the brilliant sun first kisses the earth."      A new morning is now arriving the brilliant sun first kisses the earth over the ......Read the rest...

...In the twilight of a crystalline night, under the rounded silence of moonlight, my thoughts flow like a river struggling within the banks of a poet's heart – they become an endless stream of melanc......Read the rest...

...Life as a River of Poems As the poems flow in thousands, you realize that you have created very little in the grand tapestry of existence. Everything distills into rain, sunlight, the relentless ......Read the rest...

... In my pretty garden, I see a new blossom. Each morning the flowers, welcome me with their silence. I love to see the swirling butterflies, going in......Read the rest...

... I miss true friends, today people want to have it their way. I miss the ocean, pretty blue waves with white caps. I miss being a child, when life was truly free. I miss my dad, my h......Read the rest...

... It's a new day as the hot sun starts, here reporting on the cheese battle. Overnight the wine and cheese taverns, moved in for the cracker spread. The cider & charcuterue shacks, were ......Read the rest...

...In the mystical mists of twilight, leaning on an ancient railing, I gaze deeply into the water to see my reflection gently rippling, And the little fish weaving their paths Through the blurred con......Read the rest...