Loom Poems

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 for just a bit
take in a teaspoon of sapphire breaths.
sashay up a mountain- nanny by your side
thinning air sweetened by a robin's egg sky.
Blessed guardian in the shadow of the tree line...
Take a crystal dip in a cool blue orchid shaped Jewell 
sleeping between the whisper of the alpine.

Return, with earthen spirits woven into the chest 
to face the fiery darts of man's greasy restlessness  
Hold onto the many, cherry wood blessings 
hold tight for as long as you possibly can.

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 bent, a crooked rustler,
would he sell you a bum steer?

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 rugs upon the floor
Your touch exists here everywhere
You're still in my heart, and more

You're the one who made our house a home
A place of comfort in our life
Not even in a million years
Could I have found a better wife

From your window there in Heaven
Don't look down on me and cry
Memories of you make me happy
We'll be together by and by

Until then, I'll keep on weaving 
For our family, friends and heirs
Weeping sometimes 'cause I miss you
 I'm your husband who still cares

When I no longer work the loom
I'll meet you in the promised land
I'll love you 'til forever 
The wedding band's still on my hand

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 in mighty storms

and fall like thunder sings
thunder cracks and lightning bolts
with a mighty flash and boom

who knows where we all fall
on lifes great loom

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 that surrounds them

my arms reaching beyond shadows
like trees reaching for the sun
trying to find warmth of arms
to comfort me... falling short
within the loom of clouds
as they gather around me

my soul feels as lifeless
as all that is around me
in the wake of winter's glum
silently searching for something
to lift me back up off this ground
to make me dance, like autumn's leaves
in the warmth of winded breaths

my heart shattered -crumbles within
awaiting the pulse of night to come
to carry it on the wings of dreams
where happiness is in existence
and absence is often less felt

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 awareness, romance or spirituality based on your perspective*


~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: July 2018 
Sponsor: Brian Strand

The Loom of Breksta

The Loom of Breksta

Quivering tongues writhe and race
Whispers fortell her cool embrace
Her touch so soft a gentle breeze
A pleasing caress to russel the leaves

The land reborn before my eyes
Filled with dark and foreign skies
An offer come to set me free
My heart to pound, my mind to flee

Claim the beauty of this night
Beneath her silver enchanted light
Embrace the soft and flowing breeze
Adopt the rhythm of the trees

To dance beneath her silver glow
My bitter sense of time will slow
The gentle night like myth and mist
The light of day will steal her kiss

Unfinished dreams leave cruel regrets
Unyielding love one soon forgets
The night my dreams our love her loom
This mournful morning’s come too soon

Weaving Our Robes From An Old, Broken Loom

Weaving Our Robes From An Old, Broken Loom

In this cold world, naked and helpless born
With coming sorrow expressed in first cries,
Soon fed false dreams and other useful lies,
Ever seeking more to oneself adorn.

In falling flight as a broken wing hawk,
Our sad dead bodies, not yet drawn in chalk
Are we mere pawns in this ancient world's game
Greedy hearts, seek others to chide and blame.

If manna from high Heaven fails to fall
Blind spirits joined together, cry and moan
Rejecting any true light ever shone
Living in darkness, its alluring call.

Not seeing our fated approaching doom
Weaving our robes from an old, broken loom.

Untitled - the One About the Loom

loom tensioned for work
webster's pattern emerges
music warping time

Poems Like To Loom

Poems Like to Loom

So should I be pleased with the presumption
You could call this conspicuous consumption
How long would you have to rattle a sabre
After learning wife had just gone into labor.

I finally have forgotten all the furious fuss
When they discovered I was ambidextrous
And if I now had a fair amount of vigilance
Maybe might severely affect consequence.

Finally, completely came back to my senses
As soon as I was  interrupted by suspense's
Makes no difference how much money I paid
Eventually into my fantastic fortune did fade.

For me, whole life by God is greatly planned
Why should I even start trying to understand
I may flimsily fuss and then frantically fume
My poems like to loom while flowers bloom.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
See if this one messes with your mind for a while?

Loom of Light

Mathematical nirvana one after another forms a link
Together they are in sync
Of understanding they are at brink
They go as far as the mind can think

The neural flame expands the brain
Math by it spawned is next link in a chain 
The loom of light creates treads each like a rope or a vain
The soul expresses divine math seeking to make it plain

Of dimensions of growth number untold
Together they are like treads creating wonder to behold
It is the fabric of spirit beautiful and bold 
They are foundation for theory of everything worth more than gold

Thunderheads Loom

thunderheads loom
as Autumn days go dark
the folded flag

Culture Loom

The roaming minutes encircle my thoughts
As I delve romantically into the possibility of falling
My associations, they tend for the lift
When my vicarious aberrations cause a pigs tail in their midst
Yet their overworn malicious grin tends to me a harrowing mystique dealt subsequent
Therein, in lieu of stirring a stew in such autonomous disparity, as of late,
I wave the waiter over for the check
and leave breadcrumbs sticking to my plate

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