Knitting Poems - Poems about Knitting

Knit one, purl one two knit together. On we go, entwining begun. Next a loop we pull to tether Then a purl one, a reversal done. Now a lace embrace, two as one forever....

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Grandma Lulu loved to knit. She was the knitting queen. She has been doing this for ninety years. Click. Click. Click. Click.Click. She lived in a house full of yarns. Baby yarns, skinny yarns, fluffy yarns, shiny yarns. Yarns of many colors, light yarns, dark yarns, balls and skeins. Knit purl purl knit; knit purl, purl, knit. For Christmas we relatives got slippers. Blue,...

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Knitting a tiny woolly sweater, for a sweet-tempered mouse He sleeps on a blue letter, that arrived from grandmother’s house Using scraps of yarn, that came from a pair of socks Was keeping it to darn, but seems cold dwelling in a mailbox Started offering him pieces of cheese, I no longer eat alone Eventually I pour us both teas,...

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toasty variegated yarn from Oskaloosa the hues of colors red blue yellow green knitting needles are clicking along warm mittens and slippers afghans and shawls a dress for a toddler clickety clack clickety clack...

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Some days, God weaves a tapestry, Life's circumstances furiously knitting. Other days, leaving things to ourselves, She does needlepoint, while sitting....

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Song to love, song to listen and song to sing. In life, Music holds a specific meaning. In list of hobbies, Music at top to bring. Knitting is carried on through maternal gene. In...

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But why is she knitting a nest? We asked each other. We knew the old bird was too old to become a mother. The bird sat quietly with knitting needles clicking away. She liked it when she confused us on a rainy Tuesday. It was really a scarf, but she said nest to get us talking. We are a chattery...

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Hearing of a sitting mouse is as rare as a sock without a hole. But today we have a knitting mouse, an afghan is her goal. She has already made one for a fox, a frog and a foal. This one is for her crotchety great uncle named mean Joel....

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How many more slippers and mittens can Elvira knit? This was asked by her mother who was throwing a fit. She wanted to be a grandma, so wanted Elvira to get with it. But Elvira was now knitting hats for her slippers, the little chit. Isn’t she interested in men? Her mother asked, as she paused to sit. “Doubtful,” answered...

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Knitting is an activity I like to binge on and explore Tempted by the colours At the local spotlight store All manner of gorgeous hues In all different kinds of ply Glow brightly from the shelves Priced ludicrously high I started off naively thinking I'd make something fab to wear Massively overestimating My skills and time to spare It's...

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Darn, fleeting her soul life, sitting away. Rests snug against the wall twixt cabinet. 6 pots on the window sill, stalks daylight cross. The horizon two windows still six pots. Views of the apartment across the street. Minded I am nothing life’s so discreet. Alone-quiet-gray blue antique surround. Instilled Look N down as I AM knitting. Solitude and darning in mine...

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I’m not as agile as before but my heart continues to roar! Joyous in my humble abode, each life breath is to God an ode. Knitting helps me focus my mind, leaving mundane worries behind. I’m not lonely; plants speak to me, setting heart aflame and soul free! By the window, back to the wall, pictures aid memory recall and the clock sounds its hourly...

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in measured mood spontaneity of an arrested moment knitted together with experiential symmetry...

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I love this sweater, I will never stop wearing it! His great grandmother was thrilled, but smiled, knowing better. When he was in college he became a dress designer. And he turned his sweater into a man-bag Which he carried until the end of his life at ninety-two....

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The snow was fierce that weekend It never let up, kept falling and falling The drifts were getting higher and higher The wind chill was getting lower and lower It was brutal outside, wasn’t it? Mama rabbit did not mind They had plenty of carrots and lettuce in the larder She had put them up in Mason jars the summer before Anticipating this...

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