Threads Poems - Poems about Threads

Equipped to write but not to share Damn thoughts spill out somehow Never with intention of soul to bare Rein in, veil them, obscure them now! Nonchalant I'll be if you express care Ta-ra*, I'll exit with non-committal bow *Informal British way of saying goodbye...

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Threads of Thoughts threads of thoughts ever trail my mind as a companion that never leaves me lonely as I stroll along the corridors of life in the stillness of solitude in the midst of the multitude at the break of dawn during sunshine of the day in the dim shadows of twilight and darkness of night as a moment without thought I cannot be...

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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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Under the night sky, stars weave a mantle with shimmering silver threads, Thoughts carry me into the enchanted forest, where trees whisper stories, Shadows dance to the rhythm of the wind, singing a melody forgotten by time, A symphony of silence, each note a dream shattered by the light of dawn. Rain falls like a silk veil over the...

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With threads of your hair, you stitched up my soul, Each strand a tether to moments unspoken. I’d sit cross-legged, the floor cool beneath us, While your hands worked through my tangles, Carrying stories I was too young to know. The oil, warm and thick, glistened in your palm— Jasmine, sharp and sweet, filled the air between us. Your fingers moved with...

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The wind billows the trees with god-forsaken draft, And rinses the limbs with splashes of rain. Zephyr's raging bluster brings forth storm's chaotic craft, Blowing silver threads to new starts again. Sailing without order, the threads land where they may---- On fences, on plants, on patio chairs. The small spiders, thus carried, will emerge in a day, And crawl past your...

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A screen's soft glow, a whispered hum, Automated age has truly come. Invisible threads that bind us all, A world of wonders at our thrall. From pocket's depth, a universe springs, Information's tide on digital wings. A fleeting image, a viral sound, Connections forge the globe around. Algorithms weave, a tailored view, Of what we want and what we do. A constant stream of data's...

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In the vast plains of the mind, where thoughts intertwine like threads of gold, The herd gathers, a sea of souls moving in unison under the gray sky, Looking with fear and misunderstanding at the one who dares to be a solitary star, That soul that carves its own path through the labyrinth of silent shadows. It is not...

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Her Impression imprints and invites Delightfully smiles Seductively replies Her reflection reflects that night Aspiration desires to be right Whether the notion seems a bit bright Souls reunite and excite Sprinkle the sparkles and penlight Strangers strike And rewrite what’s inside Devotion defines Inclination inclines When coherence collides And faith decides Emotions swiftly guide Her Impression imprints and invites Wondrously Wonders Mystically twists Gloomy shadow fades away And her brightness circulates and portray Thoughts replay Imagines...

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This year-a loom of unspoken grace Chaos and calm intertwined Peaks stood like cathedrals in the distance While valleys whispered prayers in the quiet wind The fabric of my days unraveled A quilt of lessons stitched in celestial hands The pits taught me the language of resilience Each tear feeding the rivers of my becoming For even in the wreckage, I found seeds...

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Box up my gift to the world, release the fun and frolic; The inner child who is lost, set her free to open up; Let the ribbon fall apart, unleashing silken flowers; Watch as the colors blossom; Threads dissipate to poems, a lexicon avant garde; Delicate words join and soar changing culture’s migration; Retro reminder of joy, the power of innocence; Box up my gift to the...

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Threads unravel, bare and thin, the fabric frays where life begins. I trace the scars along my skin, each mark a map of storms within. Breath catches where the silence looms, a heavy weight in shadowed rooms. Fingers graze the fractured seams, mending moments lost to dreams The winds you speak of touch my face, they stir the ash, they leave no trace. I watch...

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In the aether where stars weave lace from silver threads and sighs, I see love dripping like a rain of light over divine gardens, And my soul, a traveler among constellations of longing and unspoken whispers, Floats like a cosmic butterfly through galaxies of hidden feelings. Chestnut trees unfold their green palms to the sky that drips tears of...

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I embroidered my dreams on my skin, with threads of desires and burning hopes, But now they pull at every movement, tearing me from within. In the burnt pages of my journal, there you live, Somewhere between the gray ashes or in the scent of dried roses. You will live forever in the expanse of ink spread across those...

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Fate weaves the fabric of our fleeting days, Like tangled threads beneath a weaver’s loom, I pull the strings, but do they shift or stay? Or does the hand that guides belong to doom? I wonder who decides the dawn’s new light— Is it my heart, or some far distant star? Each step I take feels more like borrowed flight, The ground...

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