Weaver Poems - Poems about Weaver

He had fondly decided to do his best And win her love- his warm,cute choice ; He flew about her, in chivalry and poise, Who pecked and offered him to build a nest That should be all...

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weaver birds grass nest over a thousand green strips lures in female he works long hours hopes to snatch a lovely mate she chooses her home...

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The moon, a silver coin in velvet skies, Did cast its glow on slumber's gentle hold, Where dreams, like phantom birds, began to rise, And tales untold, in woven threads, unrolled. A weaver sat, with eyes of ancient gold, Her shuttle swift, a comet's fleeting gleam, And spun the fancies that the heart governed. She caught the sighs that whispered through the...

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The male weaver bird is inspired to make a beautiful nest Female weavers choose their mate based on whose nest is the best nests are intricate and fine, delicately and artistically made by this guy excited male hangs it in the sun to dry, waiting for his lovely to glide by....

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mountains tumble across the horizon twisting the last splinters of warmth through heavy hanging gray soup listless lifeless endless sigh dogs roll over mown grass clinking ice gentle laughter fluttering chimes cool breeze sweet pungent earth enlivens lungs ocean cracks spills sheets steams stainless barbeque sizzles fire pit douses tiki torches lettuce, tomatoes, chips condiments march back inside under the eaves gulping rare air until it freezes behind the...

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From embers' breath, on the weathered stone, I write, A firstborn whisper, birthing meaning's light. A symphony I hum, a nascent tongue, Language, a seed, from fertile silence sprung. In sun-drenched squares, where minds in combat meet, I clash with Logic, ideas at our feet. Confucius whispers wisdom, on the wind I sigh, A weaver true, shaping destinies that lie. Across the plains,...

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A lorn woman sits at the windowpane, Working firmly, she knits wool, not in vain. As she darns, she recalls tales from the past, Her touch grooves slyly as the yarn is cast. Vases and green plants decorate the room, Their vibrant shadows animate and bloom. Her gaze drifts beyond, amid the lush green, A strange settle where her heart was serene. Her...

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Who builds the nest of the weaver bird I ask. Using one thousand strips of grass, it is a daunting task. Starting with a ring-shaped frame, it accentuates his life. Male weaver bird’s building skills determines if he gets a wife....

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Weave away, Weaver, weave on The many layers of our lives Your nimble fingers weave upon – Thread the rubric of our hours Into days and weeks and years With your persistent weaving power Lace into the fabric melodies That raise the songs we know In warm uplifted harmonies Which lift in graceful, soulful flight On wings of breathless escapades The finest feathers of delight And weave...

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The old lonely basket weaver Keep weaving in a moody silence Great soul always suffers silence One eyed after an accident Do a living by weaving baskets Children are awed into silence too Weaving baskets The bamboo pieces Criss crossing No carelessness or else fingers hurt Only hard work, pains, tiredness and sorrows Being criss crossed tight and firm No one can help and disturb Silence speaks...

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Loom Weaver Together With warp and weft, Turns yarn to fabric Fashioned by designer Driven by the customer Jacquard, Harris Tweed, Dobby Weave, This practical creation of love Conceived from the form of the simple thread. Conceived from the form of the simple thread This practical creation of love Jacquard, Harris Tweed, Dobby Weave, Driven by the customer Fashioned by designer Turns yarn to fabric With warp and weft, Together Weaver Loom. © Harry...

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intricate craft of bulbous woven hanging nest - ...

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Weaver bird many a time skillful art is a presentation....

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"Fly me high through the starry skies Maybe to an astral plane Cross the highways of fantasy Help me to forget today's pain"- A stanza from Gary Wright's "Dream Weaver" In dreams that drift as surely as the sand along the banks of oceans in my mind, he wanders in, and with his skillful hand, adds shape and hue to scenes yet...

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In a garden filled by inky night she reads by fairy firelight with dreams of magic and of cheer, in a land when fantasy draws near. Where unicorns flutter in mid-air, and fairies shimmer with stardust hair. Dragons twirl brazenly in a silky clouded sky, while knights suited on horseback stoutly ride by. Grinning trolls armored with riddles creep to divert from their overgrown...

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