Quilting Poems - Poems about Quilting

the quilting festival is an event where grandma lingers. Her friends are there – Mag, Charlene and Mrs. Fingers. They try to pretend it is not a competition at all. But they drag their secrets outside in the middle of fall. Oh, my, I never saw that red and green one before! Gram says to Mrs. McDiggins, the Irish gal...

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Janice set out a variety of fat quarter cottons arranging and rearranging colors until she was happy one brown she kept tossing out, then pulling back in she loved making quilt decisions she had a new pattern, old to many, new to her have you started on it yet? Her sister asked. sis did not sew, could not understand the delight...

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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 you did not know. May, another quilter nodded encouragement to the young one. Baby’s foot was dangling from the stroller' the puppy was snoring. Tiny stitches were...

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It starts with a quivering lip threads a touch from patches to little swatches of fabric from various phases various places of us the first shirt you gave me off your very back was gray with a cartoon face the hat from your kinky head black and I use a piece of that the jeans that romanticized everything on that patch you asked me to be...

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She sat for hours Needle in hand Stitching in silence Inviting medleys She stitched together Hues happy and glad Brilliant and vibrant Inviting medleys She threaded her needle Gently with patience Taking time to create Inviting medleys She laced each stitch Careful, a caress Against soft fabric Inviting medleys She pieced each square Rectangle or triangle Together with care Inviting medleys...

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Shelah is an autumn fairy who loves pumpkins, squash, and maize. She lives in the best oak tree in Semi-Forgotten Forest. Old lady down the road makes quilts, so she snags material for free. So many fat quarters at Ethel's, she rarely misses these small pieces. Shelah's digs are amazing! She loves color, patterns, textures. Pink polka dotted curtains, orange...

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My stitches aren’t even; My squares don’t line up straight And if you want a quilt from me, It’s years you’ll have to wait. Yet every Thursday, there I sit, My needle pulling thread, With not a thought beyond that room Carousing in my head. I’m calm, relaxed and in control And while my scissors snip, I bask in camaraderie And crafting fellowship. My projects hang around...

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Does Quilting Send You ***** by Bob Moore Does Quilting send you *****, my wife buys lots of stuff I say “look here my dear, you really have enough” you never know, she says to me, that...

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Gathering up the flowers in the deep part of the wood was a band of happy fairies with their mission understood. As they flitted to and fro their tiny fingers dancing they worked the patches and the prints over their shoulders glancing. Well into the night they sewed their stunning masterpiece; pouring love into each frame of every little crease. At break of dawn they laid it...

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I saw the quilting angel as she quilted in my dreams. She quilted with the weirdest things Not just with cloth and strings. I saw she added Furniture Like antique beds and swings. Baby cradles ~ rocking chairs and dolls and children's things. She Added in at least two men sewing them each down tight. I noticed all but one had come...

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be key to all seen a morning feeling singing may u stand firm...

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