Shawl Poems - Poems about Shawl

In a world where the secretive shawl of night descends slowly

In a world where the secretive shawl of night descends slowly,
And the sun, bashful, has retreated, incandescent wholly,
Imagine that in the celestial veil, tender you enfold me,
And I, like a leaf in the wind, let your desire to stream through me, freely.
Your arms, like two seas gathering me into their swell,
Carry me to undefined realms

Mom With Prayer Shawl

Mom With Prayer Shawl 
*
In this time of sorrow 
We are reminded, that none of us get out alive
Yet, I treasure the belief 
With remembering we all survive.
*
On my last visit to Mom
She wore a shawl
Draped over her thin shoulders.
“The shawl is so beautiful, Mom.”
“Yes, Son, I love the soft blue.”
*
“The other day a young

A Many-Colored Shawl

There was an old lady who wore an old shawl,
knitted it herself with wool bought at the mall.
Now old and ragged, Granddaughter Pennie thought
my friends and I could knit a new one, and we ought!

Two friends agreed, but it will be a big job.
We need two more, maybe we should “lob”
Put on the bulletin board,

Snowy Shawl

Pure white shawl
In the ravine steeps
Shining snow
Red rose peeps
Crystalline sky greets warmly
Nature of winter


© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
26/01/2023

The Warmth of Snow

snowflakes evanesce
blankets of snow cover limbs...
and warm frigid tree

Heathers Blue Shawl

Unassuming and natural, many did not notice Heather at first.
Her grandmother knitted her a soft blue shawl the color of her eyes.
Now she stood out, and the boys came running over to be listened to.
Why did she have to make it that color? Asked her son, Heather’s Daddy.

The Old Iron Bridge

This old gal is desperate for a new coat
Rust covers her cracked and peeling frame, but
No one seems to notice for
In Winter, an icy lace shawls warmly wraps around her.
In Spring, misty dew drapes her shoulders.
In Summer, variegated greens and blues surround her like a fine silk scarf.
In Autumn, her mottled tones are enveloped within

Blue Shawl

Blue shawl unfurls
Furls spreading white fringes
Waves covering the cold shore

6.7.2021
HAIKU- FIRST PLACE

A Misty Shawl

Veiled by a misty shawl of raindrops
a shy sun fails to show its face.
And colored leaves fade fast;
for trampled underground
they morph into mold,
as scarecrows sag;
abandoned
at their
posts.
~
Rain
dampens
tinder hopes,
setting a mood
oft fueled by gloom;
summoning depression.
And as Winter approaches,
a melancholy grey sky weeps 
for Fall, as it bleeds into the soil.

Prayer Shawl

Prayer Shawl

When summer nights are christened
With chanting crickets –
Last of their summer season song -
Rolling fields of ripening wheat - east of the mountains -
Revisit my mind;
I picture a young woman – suitcase in hand –
Walking away – not looking back –
Face toward a city by the Sound
Leaving fields in echoes of youth
On a journey

Like the Softest Luxurious Cashmere Shawl

The gift of friendship 
A most precious gift of all
True friends are always there for you
Come running when you call

Whatever the time 
Be it day
Be it night
Whatever the wherewithal 

You may not see them for a while
But when you talk upon the phone
It feels like only yesterday
As if no time has passed at all 

A

Old Woman With a Faded Pink Shawl

There is no moon tonight.
Wine fills me with melancholy.
Movement of boats on the Seine soothe me like choral music.
Illuminated torches excite nostalgia.
The sound of an Aurignacian flute can be heard down the boulevard, or maybe only the glint of a memory.
Worn feet ache.
Tired lines tell the story of a life of curiosity in a weary

Happiness Is Like a Golden Shawl

The pebbled beach  on which we walked at dawn
The sun was dancing  singing  stone to stone
The sea was pale as silk and gently ran
The tide was coming in, the day began

Why is my memory so deficient here?
I remember little but you near
I remember Portland Bill at dusk
The sea was wilder then with

A Black Silk Shawl

As the sun shimmies down blue skies and sets,
clouds streaked with pink, mauve, and grey pave its way.
And the night gets wrapped in a black silk shawl,
whose threads slowly snuff out the light of day.

As Mars and Venus arrive on the scene,
Luna rises to reveal a pocked face.
And twilight dims, setting the stage for dusk,
fixed

A Shawl

May my poems be a downy shawl
That guards against the cold;
As peaceful as the flurries fall
That about the woodlands fold.

And May my words sustain you,
Even as a coat of fur—
Warm the soul and hope renew,
As the images occur.

And should you feel the least alone,
May my rhyme a comfort be—
My words a wrap of quietude;
Of repose

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