Fold Poems - Poems about Fold

Inspired by the USPS "19th Amendment: Women vote" forever stamp (2020) They stamped her face– like that could contain her fire. Purple, white, and gold– not colors, but warning, wrapped around a marching soul. She didn't walk, she moved like thunder– every step cracking silence, every breath remembering the women who weren't allowed to speak. They called her too loud. Too much. Too wild. But she was...

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Don’t fold me on-the-fold, on the crease well-marked. I’m tired of swans and cranes, of being shaped into your cookie cutter shapes, pressed into the dough. Let me be the mirrored sea. The tranquil lake of high country. The field of grass at dawn, undisturbed by quake of breeze. Let me be the elixir scent of flowers, untainted by stench of memories. The blue...

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I fold myself into smiles I don’t feel, like paper carefully hiding the truth, I walk hallways as if I’m not slowly melting into the shadows of silent walls, I nod in conversations as if I’m truly listening, but in reality, I’m just trying to remember what it was like to breathe without apologizing for every breath. The mirror...

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If miracles were made in the Sun I would come and see you before the day is done I would whisper good news in your ears And touch the passion that has been sleeping for years And drive out the monstrous fear Wake up to the peace around you for summer is smiling within you Go shopping for your summer...

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In the Bible, "to give 30, 60, or 100 fold" refers to a parable about a farmer sowing seeds, where some seeds fall on good ground and produce a harvest that is significantly greater than what was planted, with different levels of yield represented by the numbers 30, 60, and 100 fold; essentially signifying different...

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The fold lifts - he's there in the mist And the world tumbles aside. We come together and meet lips As Night's stars fill our eyes. It's a world of two - two in the world. The rush - the fire of his touch Enshroud us as a cocoon would ...

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In the soft glow of a December moon, Beneath the banyan tree where silence blooms, The Buddha sat, Eyes closed, heart open, Listening to the whisper of winter's breath. A star pierced the dark velvet sky, Its light falling like snowflakes upon the earth. It spoke not of kingdoms or thrones, But of a manger’s quiet humility, Of a child swaddled in simplicity, Love cradling...

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If your mind needs to take wings then each day recall yourself, remember your perfection. If your mind wants to fly to the ALL in one instant consider your magnificence. Every positive, loving and grateful thought you have ever conceived, will, and has expanded the universe ten-fold. When you magnify yourself you gift the Source of all Gifts, back to where they belong, and they return to you ten-fold. ...

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Various Heresies 10 God to Man, Contra Bataan by Michael R. Burch Earth, what-d’ya make of global warming? Perth is endangered, the high seas storming. Now all my creatures, from maggot to man Know how it felt on the march to Bataan. The Less-Than-Divine Results of My Prayers to be Saved from Televangelists by Michael R. Burch I’m old, no longer bold, just cold, and (truth be...

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She calls me when you've done her wrong She calls when you can't speak She calls to tell me all the things I wish were meant for me, She falls for all your worn out charm she'll fall to lift you up she's fell because you failed her heart While I've fallen in love, She sees what you appear to be But never who...

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I've come to accept I'll never do laundry without losing a sock I'll never know how to fold a fitted sheet or... ...even the face in the mirror I just don't know why after having never done so no more than once or twice I still believe I can fly I want to be one of those pretty birds who effortlessly sings spreads its wings and pierces the...

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Rainy days are fun, except for me who catches a cold, Rainy days are winter's best friends, they fit like a mold, Droplets in rhythm, I long for a...

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Comfortably tucked down into the fold, there in a pocket down near the crease. Out of the wind and the rain and the cold, resting in him, strivings now cease. Joining with others into the fold; enmity once, now sisters and brothers. Oh, to be held! A thing to behold. Calm and serene at the sound of his voice; hearing his calling never...

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I catch your eye, I move towards you I'm reeled in by your stare Not able, nor willing to resist I'm caught inside your glare The closer that I get to you The more beautiful you become Blood is coursing through my veins Heart pounding like a drum We're face to face Electricity, my body is on fire I feel your...

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Origami gifts fledglings multiple Stork sling incubates infant hatchery Holds pine seed offspring horticultural Burst dirt celebrates cedar jamboree Invisible drive to...

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