Patchwork Poems - Poems about Patchwork

Patchwork Bias

We weave opinions like threads in a loom,
each strand steeped in the waters of fear,
each dye is drawn from the wells of desire,
stitched by unseen hands that pull the loom taut—
a tapestry frayed, its truths tangled,
warped beneath the weight of all we refuse to bear.

We claim to know the facts,
but knowledge is a restless shadow,
twisting

Patchwork

Into the morning light I rise,
a reluctant soldier clad in skin,
hair a tangle map of sleepless nights,
the ghost of yesterday weighs within.

Eyebrows, half-plucked reminders
of a time when self-care felt like a dance,
now a chore - a forgotten ritual,
each brushstroke of make-up, a heavy sigh.

I force a smile, an actress in my own play,
lucky if the

Patchwork quilts

Made by gentle hands of yesteryear

Patchwork Scraps

Here in my heart lies a patchwork of scraps 
alongside a love, once whole and beautiful 

Here in my soul pastiche melodies of songs  
that spoke of flower fields and loving you.

Patchwork Of The Mind

Reveal to me the patchwork of your mind 
and I will build you a tapestry of dreams 
to live on, my child 
Come to where its happening,  
lead the way with your fantasy dear one 
and I  will be your story ...
In the end, it is you, I and the pen 
so don't

We are the people of a new era, with patchwork hearts and longings in craters

We are the people of a new era, with patchwork hearts and longings in craters,
The generation of bold dreams sketched on shards of fallen stars.
Let us not forget, let us breathe in: the source of dizzying love springs from our depths,
From the secret garden of the self, where I and me merge in an embrace.
I

Spring Patchwork

Patches of snow are left behind
A patchwork, in the lawn to find
Zig zagging flights, songs can be heard
Different directions, from each bird
They are now, talking about spring
In bright sunlight, the blue skies bring
Flowers wait to show their faces
Soon, their smiles will be all places
Joining the birds in a spring show
As warmth designs the melting snow
So

Life A Patchwork Quilt Stiches In Time

Live is but a patchwork quilt
Stitched together by Providence
Fate and life's events
It gets larger if you're lucky
Collecting new patches to add every day

A mixed bag of varied textures
Both smooth and rough
Different colours tones and shades
You can't know where life will take you next
But if you had the chance
You'd choose yellow
Instead of blue

Patches of love
Patches of

A PATCHWORK CASTLE a story of the wax factor

A PATCHWORK CASTLE – a story of the wax factor

They told me we would walk the stars,
If I took a piece of you, and a piece of me,
And a piece of him here, and a piece of him there,
And a piece of she.

They told me that the world would heal,
If you shared your mind, and

Patchwork Mary

A lock of sweat-matted hair over one eye,
she shakes a red knuckled fist at a naked child,
wailing upon a cold floor.

Mary drying feet with her hair.
Mary at the temple calling.
A street corner Mary full of sperm,
full of a grace,
She is invisible to rabid dogs and drunks.

Old or young,
fat Mary on roller skates,
sweet Mary sucking candy,

badly

A Patchwork Mary

Scrubbing dishes in a cold kitchen,
on a tabletop rats nibble
through a leather bible cover. 
She turns,
a lock of sweat matted hair over one eye,
shakes a red knuckle at a wailing child
sat on the floor by the door.
When Mary, in washed-out despair,
leaves, she leaves a bible, the rats 
and a child there.

Mary drying his feet with

A Patchwork Quilt

Is history not the study of war,
treading on nations that flourished before?

It's how civilizations rise and fall,
tyranny is a weapon known to all. 

Is it fear that allows us to be led
toward greed and not our conscience instead?

If larceny supersedes our morals,
then wars are how we'll settle our quarrels.

If there's no possibility of peace
then will

Patchwork of a Master

I’m taking control of this physical presence of mine, this breaking ship;
pulling it down forcefully to the bottom of this god forsaken sea,
allowing it to be destroyed by nature once and for all.
I’m restoring it,
piece by piece.

All the times it has shattered and I have reconstructed, 
it has bled and I have patched it up;
screamed;

Colorful Patchwork

The white clouds streak across the sky
creating letters to be read
Messages light up in my head
watching others on blue, drift by

The gray ones are lined with sunlight
so powerful, they seem to be
Until erased by wind to flee,
colorful patchwork welcomes night

Heidi Sands

11/19/21

Poems For Fun - a Patchwork Mind

If one has a patchwork mind in his bonnet,
and the patches are not well 
stitched and sewn together,
thoughts , opinions and ideas
leak out easily through the seams
and what is heard in the end
is funny screams

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