Macramé Poems - Poems about Macramé

...An Angel sent by God best describes my mum; no more loving soul has ever walked this Earth. Mum would bottle preserves: apple, peach, or plum; cultivate my pride, and shore up my self-wort......

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...A musical throng of 400,000 strong invaded a dairy farm in New York in 1969, which set fire to the 70’s; but there was no chance of me being there; I was a good girl, 17 years young; sheltered, n......

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...It's my last day with the old giants In mourning I hike the lost trails, sniffing the aroma of the bark, that cinnamon of the forest Under tepees of wood in a membrane of shadows, I stalk......

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...It's my last day with the old giants In mourning I hike the lost trails, sniffing the aroma of the bark, that cinnamon of the forest Under tepees of wood in a membrane of shadows, I stalk......

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...American Bandstand, Aqua Velva Ads, Aretha Franklin, and, the Andy Griffith Show Black lights, Bewitched, bean bag chairs, beads, Batman and the Beatles Cleopatra, Corvairs, Corvettes, Chevelles, C......

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...I made a small declutter vow To get myself unstuck That every day I’ll toss one thing And so far, I’m in luck. My travel guides from years ago To places I have been Were easy things for me t......

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...Dream Catcher You hang crookedly from the white plastic hook, swaying slightly to the west. Caught to catch. Five cheaply dyed feathers splayed from winged birds My dime-store exotic. Amber,......

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