Shawl Poems - Poems about Shawl

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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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

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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....

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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...

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Blue shawl unfurls Furls spreading white fringes Waves covering the cold shore 6.7.2021 HAIKU- FIRST PLACE...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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As the sun slip-slides down blue skies and sets, clouds streaked with pink, mauve, and grey pave the way. And the night is 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 Her pocked face. And twilight dims, setting the stage for dusk, fixed...

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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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