Loom Poems - Poems about Loom

Cherry Wood Loom

A city will swallow you whole
the suburbs will chew on you for a bit
our world's gone off its bloody blue axis.
We were born to thrive and not just exists
given mustard seed souls to nurture into bloom...
there are those that live to poke and twist
silk from the soul of the cherry wood loom.

Head for the evergreens

A Tale From The Loom - XXI to XXV

They journeyed long the way to love not straight as science rule;
To scale high peaks that merged into the wispy mountain dew;
Over green hills, past forest trees - gale winds would shake and bend;
Through scorching suns or driving rains to reach their journeys end.
Unknown to him her witching had ensured against all failings;
She breathed desire,

A Tale From The Loom - XVI to XX

The lair aglow with brightness now she saw the Dragon clear;
Immense in form and stature with a grin from ear to ear;
From nose to tail smooth skin of black his fiery eyes alert;
He strutted, bristled with a force he knew he could exert.
Along his back and legs were studs so diamond-like a-glistening;
She saw his beauty

A Tale From The Loom - XI to XV

"As such he ambled through to here which I cannot undo;
You are advised to still comply, ensure your line stays true"
No, not his rotund form alone did shake her to the core;
For that he could still move at all was not to be ignored;
It was the odours he exuded, stale of several weeks;
His shorts two

A Tale From The Loom - VI to X

She lays the carpet on the floor as though a regal dress;
Each loving stitch sewn by her hand displays no sign of stress;
The time has come to greet her fate though not a hint of fret;
She sits with folded legs her arms are laid across her chest.
She waits that witching hour now to speak the

A Tale From The Loom - I to V

I let your eyes to visualise a garden on a loom;
Bluebells and marigolds in sway and lavender in bloom;
And there to play in a luscious green two kittens wrestling;
Up high in chirping swallow's play are feathered friends a-singing.
A figure of a handsome man is settled on a chair;
And by his side a beauty pure strokes

Horse Sense

Are gay jockeys fruit of the loom
when riding a race on the course,
and would they need the helping hand
of a leg-up
to get on their high horse?

Would a long-faced horse,
a sourpuss,
not wanting to be a player,
bolt the barn door
or be a neigh-sayer?

If a broke cowboy saddled with a nag,
a dark horse of a different colour
that's *****,
were

The Loom of Life

The Loom of Life
By Franklin Price
01/23/2022

I can feel your presence near me
As I move from room to room
Further threads of life I'm weaving
On our still shared marriage loom

It's a lonely place without you
Though I see you all around
From the pictures hanging on the walls
To the plants within the ground

From the china in the cabinet
To the

Apples Loom

blossom’s fragrance swells

bees swirl harvest for winter -

fruit tree bark applauds


10th November 2020

Lifes Great Loom

Butterflies do flutter by
and leaves fly on the wind
eagles soar on angels wings
and worms burrow in

rain falls like tears of the sun
and fire burns in a rage
birds should be free to soar the wind
and never put in a cage

the monkeys swing from tree to tree
trees whistle in the wind
and clap their mighty hands
creak and moan

Priscilla's News

Priscilla’s News

The Word 	
	Threads every dawn
	Dyed in blue
		And
	Purples hues
And walks in time
 With the meter of a shuttle
	A steady
	Pulsing rhythm
	The beat of warp and woof
		Rising-falling
		Falling – rising
Weaving seasons through the soul
 Into new patterns
	Of hope
		Foretold –
	Life born from an empty tomb
	And ancient promise
		Raised up in flesh
			Called from the grip of a cerecloth
		Shouting in triumph
			Over mortality

In the Loom of Clouds

a pillar of strength i am not
an emptiness consumes me
like these trees in their starkness
in this harsh winter breath

my thoughts stifled by the winds
that sweep past the pools of tears
that lie frozen like beads of glass
in the depths of somber eyes

my lips sipping coffee
trying to regain warmth
from the kiss of death's lips
and this bitter air

Team Bamma Lamma Loom

WORLD FAMOUS
HE WANTED OUT OF THE CONTRACTILE PAPERS THAT LIMITED
HIS PRESENT EXISTENCE.
HE COACHED BEYOND WELL.
HE TURNED AMATEURS INTO NEAR CLOSE PRO'S: BUT THEY REFUSED TO SHINE
THEY REFUSED TO BE OUTSPOKEN, THEY REFUSED TO ADD THE COHESION THEY NEEDED
TO BE BEST AMONGST THEMSELVES: AND BEST IN THE WORLD THEY WORKED IN.
INSIGHT OF FAILURE HE RECOGNIZED HIS

Love For Food Does Loom

Love for Food Does Loom

Our love for food always does loom;
For another meal we will make room,
And eat until gone,
To dusk from dawn;
Sweep away all crumbs using broom.

Jim Horn

The Artistry of Your Loom

Transform me...

weave me slowly
into the silky essence
of ecstasy ~

spellbinding are your stirring threads
of silver and gold -
rich is your tapestry of tender tendrils --

and sacred is the union
of our
tantra breaths


Susan Ashley
July 6, 2018


*Tantra; Sanskrit: literally “loom, weave, system” - Wikipedia.
Tantra represents weaving strands into a unified whole; leaving this piece open to different interpretations of

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