Seam Poems - Poems about Seam

So many thoughts in my mind Life can be kind I see so much I can now do Endless possibilities this is true Thinking I had no tomorrows Yes wishing for that land of no sorrows Did not want to even try Why You kept saying I will die Yet I am still here I feel no fear My life has been long I stand...

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It's imperative to alter the narrative, so get out a round of ream. There's a knot in the plot, a lost theme with out a seam.. You pause and you pivot. The script leaves you livid, falling short of your dream. Stopped, stalled between acts, little time to retrack, as your pen is running out of steam. ...

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beads of timeless sage, illuminating nuggets, waiting to be mined...

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It was not so much before today that you listen to me seam. But now it feels like I am in your heart too. I am not afraid to tell the truth. I do not have any shame. Do not even keep me frustrated. Yes or do not me, but do not do it and seam. It was not so much before today that you...

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Seam Stress/haiku touch the meadow’s hem feel the stitching of the seasons binding wind and sun 3/9/2015 submitted to – Traditional haiku – Poetry Contest sponsor – Debbie Guzzi...

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once on the swing I noticed a seam in the sky it wasn't a dream because it been seen it unseamed everything unraveled even the swing and me I'll miss that swing...

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When my father drowns in the sea, Dripping from the skies, A wet tapestry Of sorrows, sorrows, No time for sorrows. Just good glad tomorrows. My grateful grapefruits, My chaste cherries, My sullen soldier. Feel your blessedness this day. Life’s great joys bounce from sky to sea Like one long pardonable dream. Like the needle through the seam....

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Fallow my space Along shores of sand Emptied lines trace The waiting edge Of those who fly Hidden the silence That holds my blind space Knowledge leaves holes In the better part Of those who wait Silvered the seam That binds the sharp sea Fallen wings deem folly The broken parts Of those who know Rolling of waves The flood tide enters Who could ever tell The fullness it fills For those who have...

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When we turned eleven our schooldays turned to memories. The descent into the clanking dark commenced as chalk-dust abandoned our nostrils. Reborn as the men o’ the black seam when we turned eleven. I cried myself to sleep at night, bones stiffened in pain from cramp and cold, inconsolable in fear of the hidden reaper in the clanking dark. The passage of time robbed me...

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