Weave Poems - Poems about Weave

Don't like the look of what's going on seems to you something's wrong the smell of corruption in the air look around it's everywhere can't place the feel of what's happening here could it be something to fear the sound of conniving on the wind a warning call for all thin-skinned so round and round and round we go where it stops no one...

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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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Through the rain that sings melancholic melodies, coal clouds weave their dark dreams, I pray to reach a realm where eagles lift the skies with wings of gold, to free myself from the shadows of preachers who spread dogmas in the night, to rise above the Himalayan cliffs, covered by eternal snows, far from the soul thieves who prey...

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In the mystery of the night, when stars weave their dance on the velvet black sky, I embrace the echo of love that resonates like a symphony of unfulfilled dreams, like a sea whispering desires in waves of memories that never fade, and I find myself shipwrecked on the island of my thirsty soul. I knew beforehand that I...

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In the depths of my soul, I weave webs of dreams, where silence whispers forgotten stories, I try to sew the past with threads of stars, but you always find ways to my heart. I see you clearly, even when the light of my eyelids fades, and the world slowly disappears, For you live in the corners of...

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In the cosmic silence of the night, when the stars weave stories on the dark sky, I wonder where my place is in this vastness of dreams and shadows. If the earth calls me home, why do I tremble under the weight of birth, like a mountain feeling its stones weep under the burden of time? If my family...

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In the silence of the night, when stars weave their silver webs across the deep sky, my thoughts flow like a river of light, carrying with them echoes of memories, words that were once just grains of sand in the desert of a forgotten silence, refrains borrowed from old books, without the weight of a true soul. They sounded...

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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...

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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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