Quilter Poems - Poems about Quilter

...they are talking about fat quarters again if you don’t know what they are, let me run this by you thimble, needle, Elna, Singer, Brother, White Could they be referring to astronauts? If you thi......Read the rest...

...A quilt is a poem that’s been crafted With stitches that cleverly mime The words that a poet has drafted In manner and rhythm and rhyme. For in piecing a pattern together, Every section, once ......Read the rest...

...Let’s go see the quilt maker my aunt suggested. The quilter was an old woman. I did not like oldsters, but I was polite about it. The quilt maker had a lively sense of humor. She and I became f......Read the rest...

...Laughter had subsided, but the stitches were coming faster and faster. Not so large, honey, oldster said to the young one who was learning. Quilters are particular about their stitch size, in case ......Read the rest...

...Poetic lines plucked out of the universe of creativity a structure perhaps in place. The poet's mind a receptor like a television receiving radio waves. A message and a form emerges and a p......Read the rest...

...She’s been making quilts for half a century and he’s been making poems that long as well and every now and then he brings a chocolate shake to her place so they can take a break and talk. H......Read the rest...

...My favorite quilting shape’s a square; It’s simple, quick to stitch and spare. Such plainness shouldn’t be ignored, For it can form a checkerboard. This pattern’s friendly and it’s neat. To qu......Read the rest...

...More Gardening by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015 The heat it just keeps rising, there’s a lot of work to do I’ve had enough of gardening, you could say that I am through but I’......Read the rest...

...by Robert J (Bob) Moore © 2015 My wife she is a quilter, she quilts by day and night cutting cloth and paper pieces, making sure they’re right she likes to get me involved, “do these colours loo......Read the rest...

...Listen to the whispering's of the unhushed winds gently echoing, Ever so softly swaying, as through a tender exhaled breath of warmth, Delicately reawakening mother earth from winters hibernating s......Read the rest...

...Pity the poet who cannot produce, When writer’s block’s mocked as a flimsy excuse. Ache for the author whose well has run dry, Each crumpled page taunting his need to deny. Sigh for the sculpto......Read the rest...

...In grammar school, my favorite part Was weekly show and tell. It was the one activity At which we’d all excel. We’d bring to class most anything Of which we were quite proud. It was a time to share ......Read the rest...

...I remember the stories, the pranks and the gags That Grandpa would pull with his rattlesnake eggs As we slowly but surely would open the pack We knew it was now and we couldn't look back When al......Read the rest...