Quilted Poems - Poems about Quilted

In quilting class (which meets on Zoom), I followed the directions, By cutting, pinning, basting, sewing All the different sections. I kept up with the teacher (Which for me is very rare), So during “show and tell” I had A project I could share. With the pillow insert stuffed inside, I fluffed it all the way And proudly placed it on the couch, My hard...

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In a sea of quilted pillows way down below Were stitches of love and fun that Jan's grandma did sew In the hem there was a teensy little elf named Nimble He had watched grandma’s magic, when she used a thimble. Nimble kept quiet until the child was asleep. Not coming out until their snores were loud and deep. Remnants of...

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Darling Dapper Quilted Turtle goes by DQT He is about as handsome as he has the right to be We watch him on the rock eating flies with his tongue He is not only dashing, he is truly lots of fun!...

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Quilted cat had a right to be puffed up and proud. We all knew he was the prettiest cat, not a bit cowed. With his paisleys and checks, he was subtle, not loud. He was dapper and darling, the greatest cat in our crowd....

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Reclaimation Recyclation Drilling into stone to manage water waters to be reclaimed stored and reused. Then how might I speak such when My existence can be questioned in opposition to my Claim. Fro. Stranger to Less strained. Might the freindly way of sacred trust trickle upon the stranger Uncitifed to be Country enough to be Human! The bassoons stopped when the piccalos spoke of reclaimation and desaltifcation To let the cymbals speak to trumpeted muses. Oh clear! Might my waters Quinch my thirsty Palate. When they speak...

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~ The sky looks like a mattress a pillow-top it seems A quilted plush horizon where I just left my dreams I really should have stayed there all nestled in my bed With visions of the one I love adrift within my head But now that I am out here to brave the freezing cold My eyes still gaze towards the east and if the truth be...

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The way morning bleeds through to night. My thoughts are a quiet park free of whimsical birdsong and children’s laughter on Saturday afternoon’s eternal summer. From the bench you’re on a quilted ridge sleek as a southern hiccup weaving through cedar where pine needles flourish by your dimming light. I sink softly, a freshly formed puddle fallen below. The sky...

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Woven secrets on silken sheets linger softly, whispering atop the quilted desires of our love...

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by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015 I have a lovely quilt, that my wife stitched for me she said ‘twill keep your legs warm, while you’re watching TV don’t know how old she thinks I am, I’m only seventy three but she said “it will be good for you, especially your sore knee” ...

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Somewhere in the Appalachian Hills quilted with love there are cottages and curtains clothes on sills, quilted with love. Up high in deep where electric wires don't reach where night is dark and the ridge the deepest blue of spruce hearts are still, quilted with love. Across the table hewn from ancient apple, rubbed and oil, flat, sweet lies a...

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were at a quilted crossroad why not lie there with me and watch paper unicycles go by while listening to owl city this doesnt feel real but i knew it was when a teardrop escaped from your cry but luckily it fell and i caught it in the palm of my hand just in time and right there you lay...

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Lying in my Grandmother's old brass bed I watch the blades of her ceiling fan slowing turning Around and around and around again... From the heat of this steamy July There is no end to my yearning. The old vintage rosebuds on this wallpaper Speak of its long gone days now no longer new The paper's soft faded colors Cast a feminine...

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Asses Bray Constantly, Defiantly Endeavoring Freedom, Gaining Hellacious Injuries! Joking Kentuckians Leap Midgets Near Ohio, Pondering Quilted Rugs - Scientists Traveling, Understand: Vampires Witholding Xrays, Yodel Zanily!...

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Lives Tossed About by The wild Wrath of A Tornado's swirl Broken as if they have become a lonely child's toy Cast into ruin without mercy Tiny shreds Carefully Gathered to be stitched together with Heart string....

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You are my checkered King . I am your Lavender Queen. Spring air brings strong pulsating beats of your heart. No thread nor fragrance can match that of your fine fabric Being enveloped immersed we seem to rule the world Wrapped warm in each others arms there can be no...

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