Tapestry Poems - Poems about Tapestry

Sure enough they'll be leaving one by one-by-one by one leaving a steady stream of grief leaving pin prick holes in the foundation of the heart the tapestry of the soul. Like termites taking down a mountain of Mahagony one clacking mandible at a time time is the ravenous masterpiece these infinite waves of grief have no mercy for a thinning beach. One day soon enough it'll...

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Oh, to grow old with you, if such a thing could be: a dream, a wish, a fantasy that keeps invading day and night and all the minutes in-between with words that sing and weave the interlocking tapestry of hope begun and hope denied; darkfall~ within the blackest night it hides beyond rigid boundaries of insanity, and still I wait to...

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Imagine an alternate universe, one born in the reverse rhythm of our own Big Bang. In this cosmos, the arrow of time flows backward, not as a regression but as an elegant symmetry, a dance of retreating possibilities. Galaxies do not expand into the void but instead coalesce, condensing into radiant singularities, the luminous echoes of futures...

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Sometimes I wake, at least believing I have, but find that I'm wandering about, perhaps dreaming while walking in a mist, through empty halls where moonlight doesn't stream through windows on walls. I'm alone in lush jungles of canopied forests, and bathing in pools behind waterfalls. It's a strange realm of a juxtaposing existence where my words and...

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In the vast tapestry of life, where thoughts weave threads of untamed dreams, we move like wandering stars through galaxies of happenstance, seeking directions in the random constellations of existence, where reason unravels in waves of mist and fleeting light. Philosophies are maps drawn on the sands of time, promising us islands of certainty in the endless ocean of doubt, but...

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Meandering meadows broken by a tossing garbling brook…boulders embossing...marbling and moss flossing Awoken whispers spoken..cantankerous coughing eddy wheezes..then a curmudgeonly icy mirror hush Reckoning breezes yield cats' paws beckoning…teases across the flanking field Fairies’ wield spells conveyed in lush dappled glades of plush bluebell dells Stacked cumulus collage..shield cracked by dazzling azure shard mirage Chubby clouds’ japes..conjuring cannily hung...

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In the depths of dreams, our story weaves like a tapestry of stars, She looks at me, and I feel myself melting like a glacier under the scorching August sun, Her laughter is an echo of bells in the air, filling my chest with a symphony of sweet pain, She reveals the hidden realms of her soul to...

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The moon nestles within a celestial quilt, as the sun sleepily peeks through the indigo sky. Chartreuse canopies sway against a mid-autumn sunrise. Mahogany leaves, scattered upon frost-tipped, ombré blades of grass, crackle under the patter of the feet of does. Canadian geese flock, gliding toward home. The inaugural...

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Vince says I'm intelligent, creative, and quirky. I am all those things, as these are features of all people, as well as all animals, and plants. Look! I belong and am a special part of this beautiful tapestry, and have the opportunity to live harmoniously within it, and shine! Like all life, I have, not imperfections, but quirks, and like Vince, on most days, I am...

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Hunger for perfectly placed punga path Snakes surely slowly..garlanded scarf Turns & rakes fern festooned forest floor Sun dappled glade, bathed and swathed Glorious green sheens in every shade Follow the hidden hollow - through a secret door.. Fairies frolic on tour…bucolic tonic to explore Rumbling..fumbling through moss tumbling dreams Stumbling…rambling, ambling & scrambling Rugged roots hugs…tugs.. rock hewn strewn...

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A winsome weave, simple and real, Warp and weft; a tight twill, A weaverbird’s nest, strong and snug, With soft crossways and tumphy tug. Subtle cozy patterns, seldom revealed, Cynical twists like waves unsealed, The mirror of peafowl’s courtship field. Matchless display by the peacock, Dance elevated by love, rattle of feathers in rhythmic clock, Enticing and dazing the hens, with a silent poise, All...

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It seems my thoughts have been buzzing a long my skin, a hollow being filled with a sense of connection I had fought for too long. For being too much- not enough- always an in between within my own conflict. I have held hands with that inky blackness that resides a side from my soul,...

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In the depths of the mind, where thoughts weave like threads of an ancient tapestry, I wonder why women, like comets piercing the night sky, Are more intriguing to men than men are to them. Perhaps they carry unknown galaxies in their eyes, realms of dreams and mystery, Each of their smiles is an enigma, an untold story waiting...

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Times colours wrap around seasonal dreams Weaving pictorial thinking with silken words That sew themselves to the pictures you see, While warp and weft combine to story tell Of life within the veil of faithful hearing As trials attempt to rip the weft and tear the warp From earthen cloth that talks of tapestry hung, And story woven in earth's natural colour; Did...

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A tapestry of strength, a vibrant hue , On women's Day, our hearts sing true. From dawn's soft blush to twilight's gleam, A legacy of courage, a powerful dream. For every hand that guides , and every voice that rings For wisdom shared, and joy that springs. Through trials faced, and battles won, A spirit shines, like morning sun....

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