Threaded Poems - Poems about Threaded

Strands of silk, thinner than a breath, spun with a patience we rarely possess. An invisible architecture revealed by a bead of morning dew, a sudden glint of sun. Intricate. A geometry born not of compass or ruler, but of instinct, of a silent knowing etched in the very being of the spinner. Each thread placed with a purpose, a sticky snare in the vast...

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In halls of time threaded upon the spindle of lingering thought, Youth sheds at dawn like dew entwined on strawberries, Weaving a veil of dreams and hopes, the storm is but a hushed song, The greatest gift—a mystery shared on pages of life yet untrodden. It is the whisper of the wind among ancient walnut trees, racing, Word before the...

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Sobriety to reclaim momentum like a thrown fast ball to get beyond the confinement of a booze-haze when beer came before bread an escape from one's self ...

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Watching a sway of a Chinese lantern in colors the shade of your smile, paper laced dreams in curvature shapes suspended by silver threads Ripples of koi pond whispers slowly beckon in moonlit gestures, as we sit counting fireflies, hypnotized by our beating hearts Cascading serenade, enchanting the evening divertimento Lotus blossom fingertips softly caress parted lips…smooth As I drink in your fragrance, tasting the...

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I’ve threaded my fingers and turned my body into beads. Like a necklace I was strung and now she wears me ‘round her throat. Everyone compliments her new accessory. They say it suits her perfectly; they’ve never seen a better match. They can’t tell I’m wearing her down....

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