Textiles Poems - Poems about Textiles

...What’s stopping you From being the person Who you want to be In this crazy world That we all live in? What’s stopping you From reaching the mountain top To complete every goal That you have......

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... A few things you should know about the things I love like the magic of watching asteroids above the fact that I was born on Easter Day the joy of buying a summertime bouquet off-hours where I......

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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 m......

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...Leisurely sat on a busy beach A hive of noise and activity A collage of shifting Shape and colour form Just casually surveying the view I felt the hot intense expanding rays Of the sun Scorc......

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... Nile beams as proud Mother of the land, it's benefactory, gland. Rushes to tend, to lend her foster fauceted facet of hand-maidening brand of bands in bend. Oasic endow'n. Matriarch, lif......

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...Nymphéas You wanted to linger in the Montmartre where the shops were full of colorful Arab textiles, I wanted to take the train to Giverny to see the water lilies. The shopping was a dis......

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...Magnetic attraction, enchanting dream of a lifetime - majestic pyramid attracts my eye, mystique draws me in O, your architecture! Pavilions, colonnades; art enclosing art, every square in......

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...You're a waste of a man The last choice for a sane person The weirdest weirdo amidst weirdos You just don't fit in — Like a pole climbing strap Trying to be forced into a blue Jeans What an abu......

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...At home, on Amazon, hibernating from pestilence and logic, I searched for happiness in contrivances, wastes, and textiles. No game, but hunting. I watched my only life sunk into a Broyhill sofa,......

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...The sand is stained red with our bygone blood, the blood that brought us from Ararat to the Alti, a tribe trekking intrepidly through the Eurasian terrain, caravans of Caucasians clad with Celtic......

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...I heard a cleanly, fouled dredging When I thought of the clean heart When I thought of the clean heart The fresh friend finishing The groomed gut gargling As of someone gently refinishing, refin......

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...I remember the silhouette From her stares and gestures How they gracefully slithered Through minds and seasons The silk in her demeanor How it sucked un-weaved roughage And tilted edges of disp......

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...Frolicking minds under benevolent skies Set into motion spectacular emotions Painting orange hues on silken textiles As lovers embark on a path to paradise Horizon bends listening to ocean tidi......

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...Alphonse Mucha's art was so influential it helped create Art Nouveau. A flamboyant sensuous style, with softness, swirls, curls and beauty. It heralded and celebrated new art as a counterpoint to ......

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...Love is in the air I can smell love on flowers I can see love in the rays that the sun shines on the earth I find love when standing on top of the highest mountain Love is in the air All ar......

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