Seamstress Poems - Poems about Seamstress

Can’t any other mamas make pleats, take a tuck or hem? Mrs. McVim, the town’s notorious seamstress asked of Dick and Jim. Their mother was dead, so she could not help them. She ended up shortening the tuxes of these two and their cousin Slim. Slim’s mother was a seamstress, but too pooped at the end of the day To...

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Her mother was a seamstress, her aunts and grandma too She had grown up into it naturally, serious seamstress Sue. Her house was full of fat quarters, there were pins on her floor Tiny bits of embroidery floss followed all her clothes out the door She liked quilting, she was an expert, a hand-stitching queen. Did not allow anyone to...

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I whispered goodbye with my forehead pressed against the pane. My breath fogged my words as I watched you walk from my thoughts. The loneliness is longer this time.  My side seems so bare now that the threads are undone.  I should find my sewing box.  ...

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If you really want these highways to merge You have to buy a giant Singer with surge. Then you have to hire giant woman to sew. When she is finished, the roads will be matched in a row. I had no idea! The onlookers cried out, surprised. It was time to do some sewing, just a notch away from sunrise. Giant...

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Seamstress Leland is sewing up all broken hearts. Helping to heal those sad despondent couples torn apart. Magic in his fingertips come onto the sewing thread. When he is finished, the heart is glowing a pretty red. But does it work? The naysayer asks Leland in a weird way. He replies, “If it didn’t, why would I waste my time...

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Need a hem? Go find Mrs. Seamstress Fox. Lost some weight? Throw that in this box. I will take it to her, it will shake your argyle socks. At how quickly she will fix things, Mrs. S.T. Fox. She will cut off the extra length and make you a pocket. With enough material left for her to fashion a locket. She...

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The old sewing machine Stiches noisily The separated will be joined The torn will be patched But Not the hearts that are apart But Not the luck and glory that are lapsed...

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As timeless as a goddess, I shall go forth and manifest A life in which I feel most blessed. Always do my best, no more, no less. While clothed in the loveliest spectral dress, My spirit wields the most radiant cosmic power. A future determinable by the stars alone is for cowards. I am a goddess which reigns even when in distress. As...

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She sews a little too slow, Sews my hand around her waistline And the words together. She says: You are mine, I lean my chin on her shoulder, Sometimes I feel new, Sometimes I am older, But she still ties my fingers and our eyes She gave me a flirt, We work together for the same, Holding the strands And repeating: Je T’aime I...

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the will of the seamstress connecting her heart to the seams reveal the incanttations of her dreams in the still of the night by desires calling day shaken awake from the slumber of sleep falling nocturnal attention astute, as if to answer the hoots of an owl while imagination of a practiced craft bewitches the hour...

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I have a special story I wish to share About a seamstress beautiful and fair She would fade away turning into smoke Of her amazing beauty, no man would joke The spiraling smoke would then re-form I know only an angels face could be so warm Before her a beautiful quilt was spread Upon it the story of my life was said As...

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