Rug Poems - Poems about Rug

(My Persian rug, 2024) A Painful Journey I live a quiet and isolated life But it’s been one of great adventure That leaves me now a bit worn out Although satisfied and fulfilled Is probably how I should describe it, For I’m happy with its twists and turns Even though I know deep down Before I can even remember There is a loss that...

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(Turkish DOBAG rug) Degrees of Soul Awhile ago I got a Turkish rug that opened my eyes To what real joy looks like Transferred to one’s work. In this rug I could see the soul of a weaver Proud to be part of a tradition She added to with each delicate knot. And with my eyes so opened I could clearly see...

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Under the rug it goes So nobody else will know Under the rug it goes Safe, beneath trodding toes Under the rug is safe For an unspoken mistake Under the rug there’s pain And spitted, rotten, distain Under the rug where secrets travel The fibers insure, nothing unravels...

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relaxed and purfect curled in ball dreaming of a magic carpet ride...

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On the Rug with Death, two beers in hand (though no one here drinks) we laugh, his lifespan a joke still fizzed. My breath ignites wars, lulls drivers to sleep and builds bridges for his guests. What idle past- -times you worship, he pitches, eye wand’ring to traverse the awkward silence as I know what comes next. My gauge on Man’s power dwindles. Perhaps, he drawls, you...

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Taking on an odd challenge - committed Ideal forms, fired in keenest kiln Trespass pages torn out, inmate omitted Anguish arms, firm steely shield Tigers eye eclipse rolls out a rosy moon Rising icy on closed encyclopaedia Thick black book unlocks fabled fortune Weighty trust instilled immediately Figure of founding, supportive substance Dad proud serves duty’s obligation Blind mice sheltered...

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Cut loose, cast adrift from all I set out to accomplish. Thrown to the other shore by a stream I was sure would carry me to the sea. Stranded at the source words replaced thought, images replaced word to leave me speechless mind agape transfixed to glossy page after page of color and pattern, wholeness and detail, art and craft manifest in perfect balance on...

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Vladimir was looking for a car pet He saw an Afghan he just had to get How clear could Vladimir be But the salesman didn't see The hound's picture tucked in Vlad P.'s wallet...

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You and I we sound so great  We play our songs, we stay up late You and I we look so good Dressed up in the finest wood You and I we're quite a team Four hands, one song, well, that's my dream You and I in harmony Strings in tune just perfectly...

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I know who could have your grave dug, Your life stop with a reserved slug Just for bearing a water jug And treading on his Persian rug... Not that jug's content you had spilled But you have his trust in you killed In his heart carved a wound not healed Of the things he'd seek: Battlefield! The chap who could seize someone's mug And...

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Large black hairy spider on a black rug, trod on it with a bare foot. Did not see it, felt it though. skedaddled over to a chair to take a look. Yellow spider pus, stiff broken spider legs, had to scrape it all off with tissue paper. Flushed the gooey mess down the toilet together with the contents of a stomach....

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I spent all of yesterday and most of the day before picking up those rug nuggets where they hadn’t been before. I found one by the back door and another by the chair I saw some in the corner and I see some over there. I bend down to pick them up until I’m nearly drained. I surely will be happy when this puppy’s potty trained!...

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sundown old dog takes nap Persian rug...

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(California dreaming) My Fuffy Comfort Rug My Fluffy Comfort Rug He comes and lays by me a fluffy comfort rug, It's in his eyes when he looks at me. I stroke his thick cream fur and stop the sadness. Then insight he will always be, faithful to me unconditionally. Unlike the person who changed their mind, About if I was right...

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My Fluffy Comfort Rug He comes and lays by me a fluffy comfort rug, It's in his eyes when he looks at me. I stroke his thick cream fur and stop the sadness. Then insight he will always be, faithful to me unconditionally. Unlike the person who changed their mind, About if I was right to fit in with their...

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