Quilting Poems - Poems about Quilting

... Young Anna* worked with yarn and loved a quilting bee, but someday she’d do works that all the world would see. Her genius flourished late in life and freely flowed, for not by man but nature ......Read the rest...

...The moon dances on lonely nights, to astral beams of the clear quartz milky way~ I lay in an olive meadow designed in fragrant promises, hidden between thorns and thistles disguised as......Read the rest...

...Woven worlds of women Stitched together by pleasure and pain Colorful quilting language But at the core the subject the same How to make something from nothing How to surf the teal tides of lif......Read the rest...

...Shirley had never attempted an entire quilt by herself before. But her mother was dying, and she wanted to show her she could. Her mother was thrilled with the flower garden quilt. She had been su......Read the rest...

...When I entered the City Senior Center with my Open Mic proposal to increase resilience and decrease apartheid dissonance I could hear no music, see no dancing. The quilting room and the ga......Read the rest...

...In quilting class, we’re making balls; We cut and sew and stuff And stitch and stuff some more until The ball is firm enough. The pieces start as pentagons In fabrics that we choose, So all t......Read the rest...

...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 out......Read the rest...

...fearless rather brazen occassionally broken zealous empath vibes… nostalgic at night imaginative, isolative, unpredictable neglected in the cold for life peace, come…come shine… laced in......Read the rest...

...The rabbits in the village got together In all kinds of situations and bad weather To construct a marvelous bed for Mr. Zee. He thought of others all the time you see. He had given his own bed ......Read the rest...

...Jesus Jack-o-Lantern sings louder than most I am his mama, and I am here to boast…. His alto voice is as great as anyone’s ever was. He sings better than grandpa, grandma and Cuz. Jesus is my b......Read the rest...

...She fell asleep at her sewing machine again Don Tee Oh Tee came along with dribble on his chin Sure he was wearing his armor it looked rusty too Nothing about the old guy was interesting or new. ......Read the rest...

...In olden days, without TV Or phone or laptop or PC, I might have joined a quilting bee To while away the time. I’d sit with friends and we would sew, Discussing all there was to know And all ......Read the rest...

...She sits still, yet she travels. How? Her mind travels when she stitches, But not the way that others do when traversing the world. Surely her traveling counts, too, as motion. Motion in be......Read the rest...

...September? No, how can that be? The summer’s flown too fast for me. I flip the calendar to stare At each blank box that’s waiting there. The grandkids’ school will start next week As foliage p......Read the rest...

...Cooling off in falling months, approaching dusk. Coordinated chill and quilting of snow, brusque. Cooking lots of soup, beating down dough, as the wind whoops on a weeping willow. The sky blue ......Read the rest...