Patches Poems - Poems about Patches

Serging through life, I whipstitch, weft, and welt, But always, my thoughts are pick-threading. As stippled patches of emotion rise and fall in me, See me, feel me, touch me, heal me Just too many scars. The mindless mind stresses itself through mental snares, I waste away beneath it all, piecing and pondering. Where the struggling soul and pleating body meet, I seek...

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Russia has a fang deep into the neck of Ukraine. Iran flicks its tongue on the thighs of Israel. While the red Panda has Island lotus dreams. Three more patches on a quilt called WW3....

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Along life’s pathway we encounter rugged patches Times when nothing seems to go as we planned, Smelling the roses is often accompanied by scratches But, overall, wouldn’t you agree life is quite grand? Written March 19, 2022...

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UV rays soak into my skin, browning it slightly ...

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You'd see him out in the early morn He'd sweep up trash others scorn a smile on his face on his lips an old song his jacket of patches ...

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You are having many a hue with you Just a few drops I beg of you to lend me Trust me this I will hide inside the shell We picked up last night from the tasty water The purple water that the spring released Out of the volcanic dance we brought up As we tapered, the tree shed oleander A few drops...

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‘Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust’ frozen in stitch by a “toy soldiers rust.”* Time remembers the scent of his hair, the fold of the clothes as she left them there. He was sampling youth when the bugle blew a boy knowing nothing he thought he knew answered the call of a nation’s need denying the truths that soldiers bleed. ‘The war years...

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I kept my Patches living with medication and trips to the Vet for a year. But, I did not mind because I loved her so much. She had cancer and would die. I put that in the back of my mind and enjoyed each day I still had left with my precious girl. In time,...

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we thread together all moments of life looking for a pretty quilt to display but some patches are misplaced we overlook those a missewn piece some edges frayed yet all the imperfections all the dog-eared pages of life give character to each story the ragged sentences strewn together form paragraphs and paragraphs are knitted into chapters chapters into books great museums and galleries...

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A winter's walk on Commonwealth Avenue Kathy I said this reminds me of 1992 I dreamed of Harvard then and Catcher in the Rye I am a rock I could see Boston from my mind's eye Now I have patches on my sleeves like I passed some kind of test Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest...

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White And Black Patches His patches on his skin tell a tale of life's big sin he is white on most and he is black on some does he unknowingly boast of the good and the glum? does he tell in many words but none? that the white is what life does shone? the great times ahead does he tell in many words but none? that the black...

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I came upon a lady with a charming basket it was full of fur and tiny ribbon latches. I reached in and pulled out a friend and I named him patches. Two greens eyes and a pirate smile I knew he would not be meek nor mild. I cuddled him close as I could and took him home with me and...

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Plant a garden by the roadside, so passerby's can see, the beauty of the flowers you have planted there for me. "Me" meaning all of us, who do not have a yard, and appreciate the beauty displayed in your front yard. The beauty of bright flowers are like a balm to me. As if God's smiling face is there for passerby's to see. Flowers soothe the spirit, and...

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(1 Tim. 1: 11) Patches and His Matches - Limerick There Once Was A Lad Named Patches Who Loved To Hide & Play With Matches He Told His Mom, He Would Stop But Fool Her, He Did Not! For She Ran To Him Whenever She Heard Scratches ...

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Can I sink into your fullness and pretend that I'm whole? If only I could melt into your sturdy frame, you could muffle the crying, the screaming, Or maybe I'd just forget. Truth be told, my past will forever be a reminder of...

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