Fray Poems - Poems about Fray

Fray

The tailor rests in her workshop alone.
Grabbing the thread for the day's work ahead,
she begins pushing needle through cloth.

In exercise, she customizes garments, stitch by stitch,
Though it's slow, her craftsmanship shows
uniquely perfect alterations to all her customers' clothes.

Free of charge she'll embroider!
Weaving colorful flosses in and out,
she's leaving shapes and symbols of brightness about.

Now, next

Fear of the Fray

     To go or stay
     To start or delay...

     But what might others say

Teutoberg forest pagan fray 'tree worship' and today,,,

arminius a German vassal prince, offered  bait.' Of the best. More
Land in Germanica off to their west.' Two legions decamped
And were led on their way, by this dastared arminius villian
Of that day' his warriors were waiting in undergrowth thick
Druids there many, made potions; chanted and waved sticks'
Publius and two legions.' Were slaughtered en'masse nailed

Stormy Fray

My Child, 
I Need You to Realize, When the Storms of Life Threaten Security
Like A Predator Stalking it's Prey
Unpredictable Devastation May Occur
But Storms are not Here to Stay
When Peace is Plundered,  Security Shattered In Disarray
Scattered and Tossed In The Tornadic Stormy Rapture
To Redirect, To Renew, To Wash Away Decay
I Offer You A Parasol of

A F

A female flinging foolish frowns away, affably allaying a fray.

My Fray

Here I sit, diving into some wits, 
 my mind over, at this time 
Looking for some intellect to jot down 
Then, I came across these words in my mind. 

It is with the muse, that comes to take up,
With my pen to these words, I do write
With the memories of my past, I can

Guard Your Heart

Guard your heart.
Don't give love away or the pain will smart and 
your heart will fray..
Don't serve your heart on an open tray or some
may come and cart pieces away..
Keep open your heart to give and receive but
be smart and weed  those there to deceive..
If you always wear your heart on your sleeve,
you may

Fray Plunge

This spectacular location.
Keep looking for grace.
Always and continually.
All of us noted the creative ideas.
That brings a sense of joy.
These are my main worries.
That halts your progress.
Making up for the emptiness.


Written: July 24, 2022

Above the Fray

Beneath a willow, children play
Sun shining brightly, a fine day,
Observe our lovely neighborhood
So peaceful and calm, all is good
Problems? We live above the fray. 

Written May 23, 2022
Submitted to "Bite Size Poem No. 45" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier

Soulfully Pray

Soulfully pray
And you won’t go astray:
With your bent knees’ offer of luminous ray
You always shall see as to not end up Satan’s prey
Nor the sought dish on his demons’ tray

With soulful prayers you sniff a lurking fray
That could badly discolour a day
And make a man like an ass bray,
All the way
Us readying for an undreamt-of

Grandma Got Into the Fray

Smunky was being followed by corn puffs that were chunky.
He threw some into banana trees which were guarded by monkey.
Irritated monkey threw back a two by four, camera and brick.
Smunky was angry now, He yelled “Cousin, that’s not slick!”
A funky odor permeated in the wonderful night air now.
Smunky the skunk was letting out his perfume

Into the Fray

I have withstood this austere year
Waiting on skies which never clear
Shadows away

Fingers restless for an hour's peace
Scrapes gold flakes from a drying crease
of papier-mache

Random resistance too refined
Leisure, a luxury consigned
To yesterday

Now, tart impatience I require
Passive manners swiftly expire
Against delay

In rushing tempo, I rejoice
Straight-held shoulders, marching my voice
Into the fray

On stout cliffs, I refuse the same
Meek

Allie Leads the Fray

Allie was her own person, so the rest of the galaxy leapt back.
They knew she could take care of herself with her platinum swords.
She was quicker and stronger and mightier, that the rest of the pack.
Eventually she became their leader after much discussion and words.

The argument was that she was too exotic, too crazed, too

Into the Fray

"I am the master of my fate",
I just hope that I'm not too late.
The way I've lived like "Dorian Gray",
You wouldn't know me from the fray.

The position that I've taken,
is one I should have forsaken.
That for centuries past it was known,
even the King could be overthrown.

Although today it's just as well,
not having wizards casting a

The Call of the Fray

Inspired by the poem "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Goodnight" by Dylan Thomas and the following quote by William Shakespeare:

 “When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to

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