Patchwork Quilt Poems - Poems about Patchwork Quilt

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...

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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...

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memories may heal but some cut so very deep ~ stitches must remain By David Kavanagh...

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Everyone's life is a patchwork quilt Made of good times and times of strife What makes it such a colourful quilt Are those special moments in life Moments that change the mosaic forever When forced to choose a new path Uncertainty and apprehension takes hold Each change more scary than the last A myriad of events beyond our control Overcome us and we tremble...

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Everyone's life is a patchwork quilt Made of good times and times of strife What makes it such a colourful quilt Are those special moments in life Moments that change the mosaic forever When forced to choose a new path Uncertainty and apprehension takes hold Each change more scary than the last A myriad of events beyond our control Overcome us and we tremble...

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Everyone's life is a patchwork quilt Made of good times and times of strife What makes it such a colourful quilt Are those special moments in life Moments that change the mosaic forever When forced to choose a new path Uncertainty and apprehension takes hold Each change more scary than the last A myriad of events beyond our control Overcome us and we tremble...

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Patchwork quilt, upon my bed. Made with love, needle and thread. Bits of fabric from worn out clothes, cut into squares, to be sewn. Hand stitched together, day by day. In the evening, after dishes are put away. An hour here and an hour there, slowly transformed, with love and care. My Great and Grand Mothers and my mom, worked together, while singing songs. Their...

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