Best Felted Poems

The mica-flecked granite outcroppings loom,
releasing bits of themselves randomly 
sparkling, as they fall, in felted-light they bloom. 

Blasted cliffs, yet brazen, they rise without decree,
unconcerned with the maples, and the birch,
releasing bits of themselves randomly. 

An ashen, sulking, sky hides the eagle's perch 
and softens...

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Sleepless Valentine



I took the pinkie blue cuddlesome bear
And by its blood scarlet bow
Noose tied hung it
Too soft
With its felted heart
And false cute sentiment

And with eyes burning hot
I tore it down
Fluffy bear
Thrown to the ground
Where
The petal shard-ed reds of rose
Lay dashed
On broken stems

Thrashed to the corner
The...

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The time for frost has not arrived, the morning sunlight’s dampened
by the chill of evening dew, the grass still grows though slowly now.

Within, chill copper pipes ping, once again breaking the silence of night.
The field mice come unwelcomed to their winter nests inside my walls.

Morning...

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~The Evil Fairy And the Vengeful Leprechaun~

Late at Night while the chickadees go quiver
A fairy of the forest has fastened to her heart
A bog-reed arrow, white wash dipped in flint
She dances yes she dances, in a conical red cap
Tithing the sundown, to a leprechauns demise;

Not...

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My great-grandmother is sitting
outside in the winter sun,
with a double-felted deel, 
snow white hair, 
and a hat,
just taking it in.

I play at her feet, and I
make a racket, 
running fast about,
I raise dust in front of Great Mother,
whom even the birds ignore.

The quiet fire in...

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Six magpies brought their mourning squawk,
soon joined by several others,
disturbing all their neighbour's talk 
and waking sleepy lovers.

Some hopped and did their swaggered strut 
between a felted flat roof top 
and a guttered water but. 
Some preferred a higher perch 
and troubled nearby taller tops...

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The mica-flecked granite outcroppings loom,
releasing bits of themselves randomly 
sparkling as they fall in felted-light they bloom. 

Blasted cliffs, yet brazen, they rise without decree,
unconcerned with the maples, and the birch,
releasing bits of themselves randomly. 

An ashen, sulking, sky hides the eagle's perch, 
and, softens...

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When I was a young child 
my parents would be stern, but smiled
when they'd saw me running wild. 
I couldn't have been mild, 
but full of excitement; cherished memories I've filed.

It only takes a whiff of fresh salt ocean air to take me complete away,
back...

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Was i Wrong to tell you how i felt
and show you things you never felted.....
I must of been dumb to think that you would think the same
but i didn't know it would happen this way....
How crazy of me to think you could love me the...

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I LOOK IN THE MIRROR A SHADE OF DIFFERENT IMAGES I SEE OF ME. MY EYES BLOGGING FROM MY SIGHT. DISPEAR OF WHAT I SEE OF ME. STANDING THERE LIKE A SOLDIER WITH MY ARMS AT EASE BY MY SIDE. 

CHUMMING THROUGH MY HAIR WITH...

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Do you remember
the first time we met?
I do: it was on a warm
sundae afternoon.

There were gales
of mischief and glee
all around, each cradling
a clear plastic bag,

with a treat of tumbleweed
trying to escape the rim:
banana, toffee or
vanilla flavoured

cotton candy; or
were they woolly fibres -
similar to the strands...

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I saw you in the summer i knew when i looked at you i felted something in my 
heart but it wasnt strong to realize how much i cared for you i felted that pain
more when winter came and it keeped on getting stronger and...

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how can this be a lovely day
a smell that i wish will never fade away

a sun that comes each morning
a sun that doesnt go away

i never seen you before
 how can this be

hope.. hope
you did not past me

how can this be 

love...love
when have you came...

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From head to toe,
He could win any fashion show.
Confident in his stride,
Clean on the outside,
Crisp is how he keeps his clothes.
With felted hat fit to size,
Ladies can’t help but to upon him fix their eyes.
And the brothas, enviously and erroneously coping his gait,
He laughs at...

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