Threads Poems - Poems about Threads

I am a woman, and at dawn, I weave wings of light from threads of dreams, I step on paths of desires, wearing ribbons of living hope in my hair, I wonder how many stories will cling to my dancing steps, How many tears I'll hide beneath words that scatter in deep silences. I am a mother, sister, lover,...

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I love to create your story in words, like a dream woven from threads of light and desire, As if it was and is no more, a fairy tale brought to life under the pen of time flowing gently, I turn you into a beloved fairy tale hero, with a happier ending where our love is eternal...

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Sometimes I wake, at least believing I have, but find that I'm wandering about, perhaps dreaming while walking in a mist, through empty halls where moonlight doesn't stream through windows on walls. I'm alone in lush jungles of canopied forests, and bathing in pools behind waterfalls. It's a strange realm of a juxtaposing existence where my words and...

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I wear my dress like a canvas of dreams woven from threads of the moon, as if my porcelain skin had never been touched by shadows, as if you hadn't taken me to the back of a car, a temple of secrets, as if you hadn't possessed me like an elixir flowing through a thirsty soul. I wear my...

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In the vast tapestry of life, where thoughts weave threads of untamed dreams, we move like wandering stars through galaxies of happenstance, seeking directions in the random constellations of existence, where reason unravels in waves of mist and fleeting light. Philosophies are maps drawn on the sands of time, promising us islands of certainty in the endless ocean of doubt, but...

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one thread unravels quietly from the cuff ...

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Corrosion seeps into a floundering mind, Disembodied memories unbind. Set free, lacerating into a trembling spine, Threads of a soul spill, taunting it’ll never be fine. Abandon the white-knuckle grasp you have on sanity; You’ve become perverse, a mere profanity. Watch as we dismantle your facade of vanity, Swept away on sulphur winds with any remaining humanity. Stripped bare, exposing inner turmoil beneath, Into...

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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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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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