Stitches Poems - Poems about Stitches

THIS QUILT This quilt a kaleidoscope of corduroy colours a struggle to even out lucid lovers cotton wool lies in bumpity flats I unravel thread just like that cat ! Stitches are too loose or tight corners say alright, so blight while mantras race in light “THE GRACE OF IMPERFECTION TIGHT ” ! So like my country of carnivals which takes too...

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The winter storm in me blows me away, from the beautiful spring that awaits, The pensive rain showers on me, than the warmth of the Sun, Darkness in my life overshadows the light Those pensive scars, in my pulsating heart, never heal, bruising me over and over again. Stitches undone, I'm bleeding again, This is my Life, My life Re-defined. ...

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Serging through life, I whipstitch, weft, and welt, But always, my thoughts are pick-threading. As stippled patches of emotion rise and fall in me, See me, feel me, touch me, heal me Just too many scars. The mindless mind stresses itself through mental snares, I waste away beneath it all, piecing and pondering. Where the struggling soul and pleating body meet, I seek...

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Stitches A wound, deep and wide. Gaping, Ragged, Bleeding... Cover with the cloth of False Smiles. Cover with the cobweb gauze of Empty Sympathy. Clamp it shut with fingers of Chemical Laughter. Hold it together with shaky hands of Liquid pain relief. A wound, deep and wide ... Remains. A wound,deep and...

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Stitches A wound, deep and wide Gaping, Ragged, Bleeding Cover with the cloth of False Smiles Cover with the cobweb gauze of Empty Sympathy Clamp it shut with fingers of Chemical Laughter Hold it together with shaky hands of Liquid pain relief A wound, deep and wide Remains. A wound,deep and...

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I’ll never forget the beauty of a stare unabashed and unwelcome in its own right The public spaces in which my mind unravels from cords pulled tight against hollow lobes The centipede that stitches them both together in the fading light with tiny purposeful arrogant unwavering masterful steps one at a time With no guiding notion other than grooves in the bark of twisted branches Though that very...

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If you can’t stand the criticism put down your pen Instead take up knitting but caution the thread Too thick and your stifled too thin and your bare As needles purl over —what hides in despair (Dreamsleep: October, 2022)...

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Love Stitches an Ocean We met once along the lines of short sentences in the aether we exchanged conversations in dreams we thought we were poets but we were just empty chimes echoing the us before us, we existed free verse in the unseen next time 'round when we meet, again, you will remember me you will think déjà vu they say there - in that time and place well, there,...

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Where can home be found, when mother can’t pick up the phone? I follow her in patchwork, until I see her brilliance, once again, in heaven. happiness wrap me in a queen-sized quilt, with love’s vagabond stitches ...

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Rage shatters the heart One are now two Separates warmth Bloods cold blue Battered long before This but he knew Then why did I adore He with whom I grew Greatly did I give For granted it was took Admission hid behind In his charismatic look Cherished love behold The place I carry he Alive within my soul Toxic as can be Tongue lashes without care Removing every stitch Emotionally bare Drained...

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Alive within my soul, toxic as can be His words remove the stitches, that kept my heart a beat True love was once the claim, if ever that were true Sewing broken pieces was all he had to do...

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She was a jolly seamstress Miss Gritches Who was a whiz at patchin' men's britches And alterin' ladies skirts And sewin' buttons on shirts ...

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The tongue, the tooth or today, Or then, the gaze with memories and sweat, Left of the misery, the haze, or the blurred set, The thoughts tied to the codes for the day, The tongue, the tooth or the say today. The better character to talk of for casuals, Worth the keep, the dialogues and perusals, Mirrored in own self, the beauty...

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my shoe shot into the air like fireworks — polished black my sailor-sock in shock Japanese sailors in stitches 3/6/2020...

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Twas the night before Christmas and I was a gasp at the rumors that filled me with an odious fright. For Santa Claus was now tired of working for free and would be harvesting organs well into the night. He would be looking for kidneys, livers and hearts ...

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