Fabric Poems - Poems about Fabric

In a dream world, where reality unravels like a fine fabric, you conjured a being that cannot exist under this blue sky, no healer can soothe the longing for her, no poet can tame, her shadow wandering through days and nights, restless and ever-present. We met in a year when everything seemed to be just an illusion, when the powers...

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In the twilight of my consciousness, where shadows weave secrets into the fabric of the wind, I contemplate the whispers of time, its sweet deception that it heals all wounds. For time heals not; it is but a lie, It merely buries the pain, covering it with earth, rubble, and stains. A fragile veil of cover, Ignorant of eternity. One strong...

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In the fabric of night, poets craft their dreams, With the thin thread of the moon and fingers intertwined with falling stars. They seek perfection in the world's crevices, in the uncertainty of the unspoken, The splendor of hidden valleys tempts them, to soar higher, to write deeper. Ah, the mind that flies, an albatross in dreams, bewildered among...

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Life is what you make it findingg a purpose and what you enjoy to do cherish time, life is a fabric you can knit Life is what you make it Hold onto humor and maintain wit Keep your mind as clear sky, blue Life is what you make it cherish time, life is a fabric you can knit Heidi Sands 4/28/24 (C)opyright ...

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Deep within our cosmic fabric hides The magical, mystical thought that carves the world into waves. The scarf of the evening pulls over the flight of winds, Like the celestial dawn that envelopes deserts and holy monasteries. The air of trams that snake among the stars, The sun, a cosmic blacksmith, molds with the palms of its rays the threads, Sparrows...

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In the fabric of spring, the map of life renewed unfolds – A vibrant painting in a blend of young shades of birch, acacia, and ash; A symphony of colors that come alive in the effusions of triumphal dawns; No fading like it – each ray reawakens the verdant glade. Beneath the steps of Spring, the flowered carpet, dust...

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The black holes in my mind, never to be cleared All light tried to shine, into a vacuum it disappears Is the fate of my mind to have memories seared? Does the emptiness hold nightmares my younger self feared? Why is it that my memories fade before eighteen? And fogginess and grey on top of shadows is what's seen? What's caught...

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In the fabric of the world, "hate" is a heavy word, and "love" – equally laden, When you lose yourself in the arc of unconditional affection, you know it's a beginning or an unexpectedly sudden end. It does not hold you accountable for what you are or have been, For you see, to love so intensely also gives...

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Caught in the fabric of darkness, where stars crown the ages, You wander through the deserts of oblivion, with a flickering torch in semi-darkness. You tread on paths unknown to the footprint of man, a guardian of mysteries, The wind whispers secrets to you over the ocean of thoughts, revealing hidden treasures. The night becomes an anthem, a symphony...

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The acoustic resonance of written poesy, Is like a fabric of silk, warm and cozy, The letters, the words are a silk thread, Interwoven into verses and couplets they spread, Into a blanket of stanzas and sonnets, Similes and metaphors of a purpose to recommit, Over and over and again for gains, Until words flows freely in our blood veins! Fondling on articulate,...

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These are the moments that stir our hearts and make our spirits soar, like Phoenix's, Doves and Condors, wearing the freedom of the sky as a shawl. ...

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You're clothed in the nuanced expression of variety, in the unique alchemy of weave in proximity to the bridge of wear and wearer at Gaia's boutique. ...

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Why is that bolt of fabric bolted to the ground? I did not realize the guy was a werewolf until he turned around. I wanted to bolt, but I had to be politically correct, right? His teeth were enormous; they gave me a Halloween fright. "It’s got witches on it, they come alive," he growled toward me. His two canine...

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LIFE AS A NEW YORK FASHION COLORIST Color forecast, by Knit Fabric Fashion Colorist’s, have to be designed years before, every season. Richly textured yarns have to be created. Fabrics knitted, then with new colors dyed, all this … years before colorful fashions hit the market. Each season, by color trends … all are led. When should colors be ...

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Carolyn is a fabric artist, she has a rare gift I watched her work, her fingers are swift She was making a wild flower the other day Colorful and pretty, it blew me away! The patterns were beautiful, her machine was a buzz’n. I am glad to let you know that she is my first cousin. She has a blog with...

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