Quilt Poems - Poems about Quilt

This old quilt lies across the bed, the one we shared for so many years. Each stitch lovingly made with the old-time craft once taught to you. This pink stitch enfolds me now, in a memory of the fires, the one built on the hearth and the other on the heart. love traces each step records in timeless pattern ~ double...

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Among her many talents Deborah loves to quilt. Watching her piece one together the other day…I started thinking… how it’s the same way a family is built. Two people meet…they fall in love…and before they know their fabrics are sewn together and their quilt begins to grow. Through the years they add children to their quilt… and sewn within it’s...

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Lavender whispers sweet nothings in a sun- baked sky, Crimson canopy gently caresses the titanic flowing tresses, Frost-grey grief, softly lifted by warm helium’s kiss....

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Listen you who seek the secret of existence your life is a thread in the Beloved's grand design. Each moment a stitch each breath a color divine. Do you see how rain and sun kiss the earth? Like morning dew they are one in the eyes of the Friend. Embrace both for in their unity duality ends. You are the pulse of a seed...

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Quilt of rough and smooth stitched together by hedgerows stained by light and shade ...

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THIS QUILT This quilt a kaleidoscope of corduroy colours a struggle to even out lucid lovers cotton wool lies in bumpity flats I unravel thread just like that cat ! Stitches are too loose or tight corners say alright, so blight while mantras race in light “THE GRACE OF IMPERFECTION TIGHT ” ! So like my country of carnivals which takes too...

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God stitches together our life story A patchwork quilt sewn meticulously With all the best and tough times included Not any experience excluded. God watches over us and it does seem That He doth perfectly sew a fine seam Our quilt keeps on growing out in the mist So we leave behind His wonderful gift. Every stitch is sewn in with tender...

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Deborah is a quilter…she starts out with a plan… finds her different colored fabric…then stitches them by hand. I was admiring her handiwork the other day…when it occurred to me How each life is like a quilt…. How every day we sew together pieces of the life that we have built. How, even though we don’t physically use a needle...

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A silhouette Backlit by glowing silver-gray Lanky shadow Lurking in my bedroom doorway Arms stretch down, impossibly long Deformed joints, disturbingly wrong Pretending sleep Muscles strain, be utterly still Begin to shake Body trembles against my will I dream, irrationally hope I scream, intentionally? Nope. Shadow arms reach Up the wall, across my ceiling Cover my head with Grandma's quilt, magic feeling Love protection, hopefully right The darkness, increasingly light ...

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A springtime showers upon us like a quilt of stars, The empty house warms in its vacant heart: Through it pours the summer a river of melted lights, And days tread softly upon soles of leaves; Pain and pleasure, timid sisters, murmur in chorus. Beneath the canopy of nights, I wove illusions in the moonlight, In a silent film, with frames...

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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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SAT NAM I am rose in sunlight breathing Buddha in middle of balm bathing beckoning my Heart leavening lively I am a loop in Love cathedral of pure ...

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A time to chill like the frosted air bundle up with hats and scarfs While nature gives its animals fur and thick skin Our fat we so not as well cherish But that deep sleep like the bears Comes when the house is so cool What is it about icy chilly air That sends me into a drool of slumber The fresh scent...

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When love is described in poetic quilt It turns dreams into reality Where the lovebirds turns into heroic form There love is far away from social norms Filled with romance, never ending love story Under the blanket of stars two are sitting gazing each other without blinking They lost in the maze of love Everything that is near them turns a...

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Written: December 19, 2023 ____________________________________________ In silken sheen of grace with gleaming, auric strings wedged ambrosian wonder; once shown in ancient space tough, spark us to ponder. In silken sheen of grace and I stroked the mauve scent, and snow fell on the frame with all plush of my heart I sense it least would...

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