Stitch Poems - Poems about Stitch

Never flush not tight fitting a little bit out not quite sitting right with the world, I always was an odd bit of knitting, two plain stitches instead of purled ...

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Torn, left wrinkled; With a jounce they fall an array of pieces spread, burned ...

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A quilt is a poem that’s been crafted With stitches that cleverly mime The words that a poet has drafted In manner and rhythm and rhyme. For in piecing a pattern together, Every section, once stark and alone, Must be seamlessly tailored to tether It to others when carefully sewn Just like adjectives, verbs and conjunctions Plus the other unnamed parts of speech Let the...

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What if the story of who we are Has already been stitched to our soul And it’s on you to unravel the thread To discover the fabric of your life Woven through the tapestry of time All unfolding right before our eyes Maybe our patchwork of problems Are imprinted upon us for a reason To help us ruthlessly reveal Who we really have...

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Backstitch scratch mine scratch thine Straight Stitch boring snoring French Knot pie-eyed tongue tied Satin Stitch glossy bossy Feather Stitch ruffled plumage Slip Stitch escape artist Fly Stitch Help me! Help me! Couching Stitch stick in the mud Blanket Stitch under cover...

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Stitch these painful, open wounds: fate is something one chooses; many faces stare and frown... not an ounce of pity is shown! I won't ever finish my final score, I'm another ship stranded offshore; I've helped other take lift their weight... until they safely got to their gate! Not a thankful word I got in return, not even a handshake as a reward; risks were...

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Stich could not believe his sister gave him a tree! It was the best thing ever! Whoopee! Whoopee! I love this so much he said, Yippee Dee! Dee! Settle down, his sister said. The tree is not free. You have to do the laundry and make your bed. You have to scrub your cheeks until they come out red. You...

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"Nine Inch Nails, Ten Pins and the Purl Stitch" She takes the cake they offer, chewing too rapidly, she Shrews when she speaks I’ll beat warpath drums, she says, no mistake I’m a groper ... goody two shoes she says mouth wide open songs problematic she's done and she's gone a stitch loose in the weave drop one pearl one dropped gone for...

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Look what you have done to my shoelaces, Fluffy! Now that's hardly a nice thing to do. There are things in this world, from a twig to a bone, that are more admirably suited to chew. I don't wish to be hypercritical, Fluffy. You might easily have done something worse, but there are things in this world, which, not...

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If you Snitch, you get Stitch If you snitch, you get stitch, like how the waters flow down Niagara Falls. How many persons do you know that snitch? Snitch is not nice, and it can be dangerous. Snitch when you are trusted can cause...

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A stitch in time saves nine, If you deal with problem; You act right now than wait, To avoid the mayhem. Spend little time to solve The puzzle or trouble; Better look for result, Don't delay, reach your goal. Hit the mark precisely, Wasting not the moment; Each second passes by, Always be diligent. Things will get bad or...

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~ The power of one stitch some may not comprehend; though the garment is not fixed, it is still a worthy mend. Pull back to center of the gaping hole what’s frayed, fragmented, torn; one solid suture can bring new life and fabric be reborn. And though it seems imperfect, it creates the perfect start to restore what seems beyond repair, like the shattering of hearts. I...

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Under a trellis of vines, quite evergreen This elegant, old lady sits on a wooden porch, Her veined fingers twist in graceful motion Kneading hued threads from silken yarn; As weaves of cross-stitch unfurl through dusk : How in gentle calm, a floral pattern expands Thickening its pattern through intricate craftwork ... I watch grandmother extend...

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Today, like all the rest, is a time of devotion to minor goals. Each small task, started and finished, is one more piece added to life's patchwork pattern. Some pieces are big and bold, full of color; others are tedious and filled with intricate designs; others are only tiny, almost indistinguishable lines stitched across a massive cloth. But, all are...

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It’s A Stitch Up I struck a match and the gas cooker did me So a chap called Sidney gave me a kidney I didn’t steal it and I didn’t beg But a fellow called Clegg gave me a leg My best mate Paul gave his left eyeball But my uncle Jock gave nothing at all Thanks to Steve there’s an arm...

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