Quilts Poems - Poems about Quilts

Made by gentle hands of yesteryear...

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Summertime is finally fleeting and oddly, though, I am not sad. Yes, the fields will soon be emptied of pastel-colored flowers and buzzing bees and wading knee-deep in tall, wild grass as the sun takes its time in setting, late into the warm-breeze nights that cause one to linger  and gaze up into a sky  transforming from azure to cobalt with stars in infinite millions bringing...

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Summertime is finally fleeting and oddly, though, I am not sad. Yes, the fields will soon be emptied of pastel-colored flowers and buzzing bees and wading knee-deep in tall, wild grass as the sun takes its time in setting, late into the warm-breeze nights that cause one to linger  and gaze up into a sky  transforming from azure to cobalt with stars in infinite millions bringing...

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The quality of the yarns has faded Colors clash, knotted memories Woven together, re-stitched, Worn fibers straining for recognition Seek the truth of each knot The wisdom of each choice The tint and taint of time. Has it always been “My” quilt? Was it “gifted to me” Already bearing pieces Of other’s stories? Has memory fused feelings Tempered the truth Of the weavers Allowed us all to claim So many...

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There's something special about Morgan's quilts the fabrics blend like a romantic rendezvous colors race like a comet in some or stand like still water in others like a gypsy patterns dance or sing of lullaby in a windy whisper It's hard to pick a favorite I like them all because they fit my moods Each quilt has a story...a life and feverishly pulls...

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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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My sister was particular, she had a definite color scheme; my father was tickled that I asked for all the colors Mom could get into one quilt. He always bragged that I got "the pretty one". It is phenomenal, a keepsake that I dare not put on a bed, because I have a dog who...

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By Robert J (Bob) Moore © 2016 Making quilts is difficult, you might think you’re clever too but there’s all the thought and preparation, that you have to do, choose the colours and choose the thread, will that one go with this patterns which you think they’d like, and scenes all filled with bliss Then add them all, and study...

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I take in a sunny day is like a tiny season, reading a bedtime story, while tucking the sky, lifting holy cover out of the heaven sky, angels sowed throughout the quilts, a scorch warming beams down, a blazing substantial temperature over the earth's ground. - Loverboi...

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Seasonal harvests, show glorious scenery Below azure blues her response, golden spreads grace Patchwork quilts abound in awe...

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I met a woman with body so firm and fresh Tasted without shame the love’s powers Amazed and gazed upon the mound Venus In the velvet cavity between her thighs. To be ravished on the linen dearly paid Let her ache for thrust of male firmness Let her loins hunger to have me inside Feel her two points of two love globes. ...

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Your hands all weathered and lined From tales of the past With quilted squares and patches ...

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