Knitted Poems - Poems about Knitted

...I am always in competition against myself, it is free. Playing word games, while I listening to the droning TV You do not even watch! My husband says amused. He is right. I use it like a radio, li......Read the rest...

...A tombstone is my thought, I made my tomb out of thoughts I knitted my shroud from hundreds of ideas And out of sadness I finished my coffin. I buried myself in the sunrise When no one was out......Read the rest...

...In halls of our reluctant destiny. We fight through hell to be free. Imbued with the Iron will of steel. Realty of horrors becomes real. Broken into many anguish shards. As bloody darkness ......Read the rest...

... Grandma knitted me and my brother, he is blue and I am pink. We fit snug in Sally's shoes, off to school or to play we go. Each week we get a warm bath,......Read the rest...

...If you knitted a scarf For a long necked giraffe How long would the scarf need to be If you wrapped it around Would it reach to the ground Or only get down to his knee Should the pattern be......Read the rest...

...Up on a rocky foothill I could see the canopy of the forest, a wind was pushing green waves through the thickly knitted foliage. Not satisfied, I climbed higher. On the high beak of a pe......Read the rest...

...In Ouachita's murmurs, where pine needles sigh, I trace the mountains' ancient, weathered crown. Silvered river forgotten secrets float by, And fills my heart, a sonorous chamber now. A flame i......Read the rest...

...But he followed her home, the daddy said. Mommy’s green eyes rolled to the back of her head. You are so easy! He can sleep in your bed! The goat loved it there, they named him Ned. Mommy finall......Read the rest...

...They say the sun has a way with searing our sights, maybe it just might, But stars could swoop through the obscurity, blazing in a sea of absence, Broadcasting its beams and banners like a scho......Read the rest...

...“Rambling is not how the crow flies; it is how a rose covers the wall in perfume.” – by poet At the Rambling Club, they met each other: Nanna and Grandpa, before they were lovers. Inadverte......Read the rest...

...At a craft fair, people’s projects Proudly are displayed, So would-be customers can stop To see what they have made. From jewelry to knitted hats, To paintings, quilts and soaps, The crafters......Read the rest...

...I like days when the air is cold, And nights when the snow shimmers like gold. And the trees are bare, with no leaves, And staying warm requires a mother's squeeze. I like the snow days when th......Read the rest...

... This poem is a special devotion for my mother, who has always been a healing sun for these wintry eyes. Mumma, you're my hope, my strength, my magic and my heartbeat. I'll always find my fairy-......Read the rest...

...I am recovering my mojo, though I have almost no hair That damn Chemo stuff took it away, and one day it was not there And it really did fall out in a matter of days Almost comical your mind say......Read the rest...

...Mrs. Crow Mutton has a mission – the Antarctica or bust. We were shocked when she ordered boots in red rust. She ordered a down winter coat with a print on it too. And a patterned knitted cap crea......Read the rest...