Knitted Poems - Poems about Knitted

warm knitted sky of many colors flowing from the needles of the master in bubbly rows of reds, pinks, azure and turquoise blue a sacred sky predicting vibrancy and newness...

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Nestled in her old chair- world outside her window and indoor plants, a sign of life- she knits. Fingers work their magic- grant her moments purpose; then reminiscing years gone by- tears flow. ...

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My grandma knitted me a sweater, and I said “Goody! Good!” I am a full-loved puppy who brings whatever love she should. Grandma LaGooks was thrilled when I wore it proudly all day long. At the end of the day, she and I wrote a puppy dog song. We sang it for the family, they were amazed, I am...

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With solitary voice I speak your name into the void, I know that you're not hearing me with ears that be employed, But I believe two hearts can speak from distances afar, And hear each other when they do, no matter where they are...

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THE DAY I KNEW THREE WERE KNITTED INSIDE ME. The day I knew Three were knitted in me I felt the presence of life so strong And knew with God nothing can go wrong. Though I have tarried for so long He gave me peace and let me be I knew with God all things are possible. Then I behold these...

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In a little country village in a cottage near a farm, was a curious little kitten that was knitted out of yarn. In a rainbow’s worth of colours from its tail of strawberry red, to the blue and yellow ears which sat alert atop its head. Created by a gentleman who’d lived a long fine life, and had taken up the hobby to impress his darling...

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theres a little story in these isolation times the instruction is you can go out once excersive, so i went up the canal church minshull by the marina, no one about so a great spot and beautiful views to boot, well about 3/4 mile down the towpath there are some benchs and a tree and...

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beyond the scope of her understanding she sounded and resounded for all to know her refusal to have him as hers that she wished something from someone else and could neither calm the storms or find refuge from the winds then the rains came and she stood alone in doubt of need she relied on happiness to strengthen her despair than might he come than might he have me...

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KNITTED Time can be twisted and my heart can's be knitted Are you the angel from the sky that I visited Our universe is changing to be benefited Nothing can be pending, anything can be fitted Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando December 11, 2016...

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You and I are crinkles in the page of time. You and I are twinkles that blink in rhyme. You and I live in the tiniest pores of history. You and I give canniest clues to its mystery. You and I perceive ages, in lifetime so brief. You and I leave ashes, incinerated in grief. You and I are horizon for...

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