Weave Poems - Poems about Weave

Eyes, Chico, never lie, but sometimes I wish they could weave stories, In the depths of your eyes, where love once danced like a shining star, Now there's only a pale shadow, a name carved in the sand of time, Your eyes no longer sparkle, I see the hidden storms, Contempt and confusion, wounds hidden like treasures in the...

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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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I don't choose the muse the muse chooses me but when I need her most then whereabouts is she abandoned and self-mocked not word one could I pen with writer's block my fate cast to the wind but if the wraith had knocked as does opportunity I couldn't tell on the other hand her silence rings a bell so left to my own devices of weft warp and weave forged...

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I like to dream, to close my eyes and weave silent worlds, where silence flows like a silk river under the moonlight, but when I dream of love, a gentle story like the whisper of the wind, my heart trembles like a water lily on a glassy lake. Not that I have been betrayed by shadows or abandoned by...

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A winsome weave, simple and real, Warp and weft—a tight twill, A weaverbird’s nest—strong and snug, With soft crossways and tumphy tug. Subtle cozy patterns, seldom revealed, Cynical twists like waves unsealed, The mirror of peafowl’s courtship field. Matchless display by the peacock, Dance elevated by love, rattle of feathers in rhythmic clock, Enticing and dazing the hens, with a silent poise, All while rivals...

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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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I wish to weave my veins with yours, like two rivers joining their destinies under the eternal sky, to let my blood flow through the corridors of your craters, carrying with it a song of life, to drive out the deeply embedded poison, to show you how it is to breathe without the demons that tear at...

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A golden thread, from dawn's first tender gleam, Weaves through the fabric of our fleeting days, A sunlit weave, a vibrant, flowing stream, Where gratitude, in quiet beauty, sways. Like gentle rain that wakes a sleeping dream, It nourishes the heart in countless ways, A hidden spring, where joy and solace bloom, And paints our...

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In the garden of silence, where shadows weave stories on the canvas of time, The flower detaches from the branch of life, a silent tear of destiny, Without tears and without resistance, lost in the ocean of misunderstood love, A silent witness of a feeling that remains a hidden mystery in the soul. Wrapped in the mantle of words...

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In the cosmic vastness, stars weave dreams of eternal light, The universe reveals its spontaneous perfection in silence, Each moment is a window to infinities of desires, Where the useful and the useless dance in circles of light. Life is a mosaic of experiences laid upon time, Expanding the horizon of the soul with each step taken, In the desire to...

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In the delicate weave of dreams lies an unseen universe, full of light, Hold tightly to these golden threads, for when dreams fade, Life becomes a bird with broken wings, lying under the sky that once called it, A song that can no longer be sung, a story without an end or a beginning. Dreams are the rainbows that...

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In the whirlwind of time when leaves weave their copper cloak over my wandering soul, I let myself be carried by the wild dance of the forest whispering the tale of a rusted season, While my hair becomes a nest for autumn dreams falling in an infinite rhythm, And I run through the carpet of gold and purple,...

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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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Under the velvet sky of night, where stars weave their magical web, my thoughts flow like a silent river through the dark forest of the mind, carrying with them the shadows and lights of lost and rediscovered dreams. I wonder, in the silence that envelops everything, if freedom is just an echo of voices frozen in time, lost in...

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