Weaving Poems - Poems about Weaving

O, my country, devoured by the shadows of beasts weaving through the roots of time, On your white roads, leading to villages where sadness finds a home under roofs of silence, With the beggar's sack hanging from the weary shoulders of clouds, carrying rains of memories, Today, God wanders through you again, like a silent pilgrim seeking faith...

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She knew little of astrology yet she could translate the stars applying strange images as if she saw what no one else did. Together we would climb to the crest of a rocky ridge, there she would relate visions of crypto-beasts and numinous beings. She weaved together a living poem with her pinpoint insights, each one was a gateway to yet another starry night. I could not love...

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I wake up with you in my thoughts, but you are just a memory weaving its spell, why do you still seem so real, like a shadow that refuses to fade at dawn? The sun kisses the sky a pure blue, spring birds sing their trills, and the Palash flowers open their petals, like a living fire in...

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A castle full of mouths that talk about you They tell me your vices that aren't true But all my ears listen are the words my heart speak of you So I dedicate this piece of cloth to crochet something I always knew As the ball of the yarn unravels Our moments flow like a film So I pass a warp...

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In shadows cast by memories lost, I tread, Willing to creep into a thousand masks, to pretend, If only to grasp the echoes of heartbeats, When your laughter danced through the hollow halls of my soul. I’d weave a tapestry of lies, bright and vivid, To cloak the truth, to drown the silence that remains, For those fleeting moments, the warmth...

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The napkins were cut and woven in her dad’s barn that he and his dad built from the broken oaks. Each clump of cotton piled up in front of her Leave and left She thought The warp was fixed on her loom And that was easy because it stayed But the weft was the lateral thread that moved Leave and...

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Perched on the precipice of perception, Feathers ruffled by gusts of inspiration, The poet-bird surveys the landscape of language. Twigs of truth plucked from reality's branches, Woven with the silk of imagination, A nest of narrative takes shape. Each word is a fiber, Each line a thread, Interlaced with the invisible string of rhythm. Dive deep, weaver-poet, into the ocean of observation, Resurface with pearls...

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Weaving tears within Saturn's rings, she ventured far beyond Earth's realm past cordoned confines of heart and soul. Tumbled, as poor Alice, down the rabbit hole. Drifted, like an Autumn leaf blown from an elm She soared past distant planets, on paths lighted by effulgent moons, traveling on a journey of faith and trust and all the while she was gathering stardust...

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Words, like a gentle breeze, can whisper untold tales, Carrying secrets through meadows and rustling in sails. They can build winding sentences with clauses that flow, Connecting ideas where knowledge can grow. But words can also storm with righteous might, Unleashing emotions that set wrongs to the right. They can twist and turn with a poet's keen art, Creating unseen worlds that...

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When mourning dove sings, weave moonlit woes from silver, syllables of stars....

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“This way and that- and in and out- is what weaving is all about.” ...

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Weaving a web, light Falling in shafts of weightless Ingenuity Laughing like stardust Reflecting silent moments Does it catch the fly? Gloating in colors Hues of delicate sunlight, Risking graceful rays, Will she catch his thoughts In her web, imagining Graceful traces, sparks Pure perfection, warmth In whispers, melancholy Floods her spirit, light Chasing rainbows, nice In passionate embraces Soothing storms, rainfall Sighs in the spirit, Falling on her web, will she Discover dewlike Tears flowing...

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telling myself the truth until you ask me again and my answer changes without my heart questioning twice all for to weave a smile on your face to not break the hanging threads, falling loosely onto my knees not wanting to lose you...

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Experience, Is the maiden that assists knowledge In Weaving the cloak of Wisdom! © Demetrios Trifiatis 06 December 2022...

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A leaf weaving its way down a flowing stream skitters windswept 'cross an autumnal lawn Once detached from a twig its life far too brief teasing undying belief ~ as green turns to grief...

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