Thread Poems

Thread of mercy

 
I stitched the stars with thread of gold To bind the wounds the ages told, Where cruelty broke the world in two— I gathered light to sew it through.
 
The needle sang a lullaby Of souls who never said goodbye, And in each seam, a prayer would gleam: That love outlives the darkest dream.

Fragile Thread

Don't push me to the brink 
Where life's spark starts to fade,
Lest I lose the will to live,
And hope's light is betrayed.


27 July 2025

The Thread Between Worlds

It is thinner than hope
Stronger than belief.

Woven from silence
Tied to a sigh.

The thread between worlds
Is not seen... it is lived.

A tug in the chest when nothing’s wrong
Tells all...

In the tear that falls... before goodbye.

On the stage of life, I paint my lips crimson, a smile stitched with invisible thread

On the stage of life, I paint my lips crimson, a smile stitched with invisible thread,
While the scar beneath my ribs sings a melody only I can hear.
The halogen spotlights burn intensely, bleaching the shadows where my pain retreats,
Like a sleeping child, small, forgotten, yet still breathing in the deafening silence.
Pirouetting with borrowed grace, each

a twilight sonnet

   Twilight tiptoes through curtained clover leaves
Cape starlings stanzaed thank mighty Lord
spindly legs shake on spritely evensong breeze
closing chirp reminding that day is just a chord 

What achievements marked chanting hours
manifesting with helio hands and heedful head
paper, pencil, thoughts danced about in bower
patterned sensations twirled needle and thread

A silent hymn I sit awaiting

green thread

The earth holds stories, secrets old trees keep, deep inside, it's true,
 ?My uncle's farm, where family wisdom feels so real, fresh and new.
 ?When soil I touch, old memories bloom, like whispers from a cozy room,
 ?A history carried by the wind, chasing every scary, chilling gloom.


Yet most days, I’m trapped, a pheonix in

Red Thread Through the Trees: A Fox Speaks

I move like a question
no one dares to ask aloud.
Soft-footed. Sharp-eyed.
I was born between shadows,
stitched from dusk and flame—
a whisper in the underbrush
with teeth.

You call me sly.
I call it survival.
I know the wind before it changes.
I know the hush that means danger.
I know how to vanish
without meaning to.

Your world is loud.
Metal, smoke, hunger that swallows
without

In this tiny corner of random order, where life weaves its thin thread

In this tiny corner of random order, where life weaves its thin thread,
There exists a vast universe of chaos, a sea of darkness and mystery that surrounds us,
All people feel that chaos, a silent presence that shadows the edge of consciousness,
But some hide from it, building invisible walls and refusing to look at it.
These are

Scarlet thread

Souls connected through time
Coupled together by love and blood
Arranged into families
Realizing where that thread originated and
Leads, tells us who we are. 
Engineered by the Creator
To bring about His will
Time to open our eyes
Hear with our ears the
Reality before us. 
Evidenced by the blood lines
Aligned back and back, leading us to
Deliverance!

Hanging By a Thread

Beneath fate's shadowed edge, I take my stand,
A moment granted by design's own hand.
The blade above me poised, a guillotine,
My neck upon the board, awaiting fall.
While others drift through life's unchallenged stream,
Letting time pass without a second thought,
I cannot share their luxury of ease.
If days were numbered, hours slipping by,
Would actions shift to meet the

Embroidery Thread

Embroidery thread comes in hundreds of hues
And searching the shelves it’s not easy to choose.
One purple’s too dark but the next one’s too light;
It’s hard to find one that is perfectly right.

Yet buying some extras just makes lots of sense
Since the thread isn’t close to a major expense;
So when I get some fabric to work

I see myself as a fragile thread in the vast tapestry of existence

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

Eternal Thread

When twilight whispers secrets to the stars,
And moonlight dances soft upon the sea,
I think of fate, its ever-winding scars,
That led my soul through time to find thee.

Life's winding road, so rugged and unclear,
Held shadows deep, where dreams would fade and fall,
Yet through the dark, your light drew ever near,
A voice of hope, a whisper through

The Living Thread

We meet as strangers,
eyes brushing past like wind on stone.
Your name, a sound I barely hold;
mine, a word already fading.
We nod, we pass,
two islands adrift,
separated by the waters we cannot see.

But beneath the surface,
where the roots of being entwine,
I hear your mother’s laughter,
your father’s sigh.

The echo of ancestors hums in your blood—
their stories written in

THREAD OF FIRE INSPIRED BY DAN ENACHE

THREAD OF FIRE

You say you are not worthy to be remembered
Yet, you are that thread of fire!
The one not put out, never extinguished
One sparking a million singing pyres
Your verses breed inner conflict
In turn breeding flames of desire 
How dare you concede you're unworthy
When you are that one thread of fire!

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