Tapestry Poems - Poems about Tapestry

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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Painstakingly perfectly placed path Turn slowly..surely over 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 rugs... Babbling gabbling brooks..dabbling with nooks Where all...

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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 while rivals...

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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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A golden thread, from dawn's first tender gleam, Weaves through the fabric of our fleeting days, A sunlit weave, a vibrant, flowing stream, Where gratitude, in quiet beauty, sways. Like gentle rain that wakes a sleeping dream, It nourishes the heart in countless ways, A hidden spring, where joy and solace bloom, And paints our...

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I see myself as a fragile thread in the vast tapestry of existence, stretched under the weight of doubt, In the silence of my mind, the whispers of shortcomings haunt me like an unyielding echo, I feel abandoned by my own reflection, wandering among the shadows of bitter regret, The world becomes a merciless mirror, showing me only...

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"Words woven, threads of thought In English, our stories are brought A language born of earth and sea A tapestry rich, for you and me From Shakespeare's quill to modern keys English evolves, in endless breeze A global tongue, that's strong and free Connecting hearts, across humanity With roots in Latin, Greek, and more English blooms, a linguistic score A language of dreams, of hopes,...

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My life's tapestry Plain and stained by shortcomings But it's not over ...

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In a silent world, where dreams are woven like an unseen tapestry, Artists draw with untamed longing edifices of light reaching towards the heavens, In the twilight of consciousness where thoughts ignite like smoldering flames, Sculpting in the silence of time unseen cathedrals of change. Politics weaves its illusions like a spider’s web in forgotten corners, But artists transform reality...

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Beneath the stars, the threads are spun, A web of whispers, one by one. Through fleeting days, we seek the light, Life’s loom weaves shadows into sight. The rivers sing in silver streams, Reflecting hopes, refracting dreams. Each wave, a moment’s fragile flight, Life’s loom weaves shadows into sight. The winds that dance in twilight’s...

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"winter knits her forest with frost as the wind chimes . . ." ...

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