Weaved Poems - Poems about Weaved

...In the garden of eternity, where the spirit blooms like a vine of mystery, We tread, unknowingly, on steps of time hidden beneath olive branches. As the lifeblood of our finished thoughts dwindles,......Read the rest...

... The migrant mind ingrains innate impulsive expression, wherein my muse blossoms like the flower of passion. The patina exudes the excitement I’ve so long preferred, transforming it into tra......Read the rest...

..."You are a volume in the divine book. A mirror to the power that created the universe. Whatever you want, ask of it yourself. Whatever you are looking for can only be found Inside of you." ......Read the rest...

...Admired you from far, And kept gazing at you like the brightest star. Words weren't enough to describe you, Hence, I was madly in love and all my friends knew it too. You treat me like the most d......Read the rest...

...Mirrors to shatter as soon as she struts past Her eyes can deceive the relief you perceived Choke on your words, lose sight at her arrival Unable to retrieve the beliefs you weaved Immense terr......Read the rest...

... Written: April 6, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We dwell in the sanctuary of slumber. Where stars fade away, light may encumber. Oh, the comfort found in weak ra......Read the rest...

... Quote: Some believe bluebirds are a symbol of joy and hope or good news arriving soon. Others think of them as a connection between the living and deceased. Before your eyes on a wa......Read the rest...

...“Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life's search for love and wisdom” Rumi Once I roamed in for......Read the rest...

... Her heart was whirling, swirling, twirling inside the eye of a whirlwind, ......Read the rest...

... High on remote cliffs, wildflowers huddle between wind scalped boulders, heads kept down, their roots weaved into crevices where a little soil has been won from rain wash and wear. The......Read the rest...

...Every year In Robin Hood Country Nottingham There in October, they hold. What is known, as the Goose Fair. It's huge. and goes back centuries, straining the Middle Ages, perhaps even longer. My pal......Read the rest...

... The sound of silence echoes in the tranquil night sky, wakes up the sleeping stars one by one to shine in the bejeweled crown in the argentine ambiance, the moonbeam strands weave drea......Read the rest...

...Slowly creeping out of winter Would it ever be the same If I showed up at your door Out of breath, out of line With a million excuses behind my manic behavior? A video diary full of verbal h......Read the rest...

... In the quiet of my mind, words dance and twirl A fragile ballet of mere notions unfurled I sit and ponder, pen in place just as planned Ready to create, to incite, to command W......Read the rest...

... Symbols cry in dry ice theater - the expanse of aesthetic visa- drawn- from the romance of the silvery eye - as it golden advances the lid of covenance in dynamic enzyme. Open faced t......Read the rest...