Cloth Poems - Poems about Cloth

We were born in the crack of an egg fragile and empty with a whip of thunder and tongues of fire tasting the earth. We were born with a gram of cry and several stretches, wrapped in cloth like caterpillars and waiting for...Read the rest...

Oh, to live the life of a fashion faux pas Cursed by the anathema of dress codes Choosing blindly the closest hanger The shirt on top of the pile That lonely pair of shoes Hidden amid Those “too comfortable” to toss Ratty...Read the rest...

Embroidery cloth Expensive, fashionable Takes hours to have one....Read the rest...

What of this day we say we like? Can any of we be sure to say we Tried to find the Nile In the Kente cloth style? Regard this Further on the trail to the trial. We BE bright....Read the rest...

tired river flowing slowly between the two banks fog laying a cloth October 11, 2023...Read the rest...

How many lies have you extolled How many commandments have you broken How many futures have you stole How many people have you made to suffer How many pennies have you pinched In order to cast wishes down a well How...Read the rest...

A man called Jesus, worked and taught hated for no Reason, gives me thought? Betrayed by those He was To save, the men of cloth spat in his face, He was tortured killed and placed in a...Read the rest...

God carved him from his finest cloth. He gave and gave. They drank his broth. Most unaware of what was given, with blinders on they kept on living....Read the rest...

*Image of The Collection Plate by TPW. The Epiphany of Three Men of the Cloth My submission is of an objective accounting that had scintillated at my workplace yond the mid-'70s. It had spun into a resplendent...Read the rest...

Khaki has never other fabrics liked: It has even their wearer’s bodies disliked, Their forgivable flaws, their blunders hyped And their names and their nicknames mistyped! Sometimes you hear, “Like onions slice them!” And begun a solving of what...Read the rest...

I rip the cloth off Rip the clothes I am stripped Down to who knows Who knows me Without digging deep Who hears my voice When I speak Do I whisper Do I soar Do I...Read the rest...

We all know that the world revolves around money. After all money has been made a tool that we need in order to survive. I would rather be left homeless, cloth-less & food-less. Then to...Read the rest...

We can hear their chanting even if we are deaf. We can see their malfeasance even if we’re blind. They turn our earth and churn out our roots. They poison the water that feeds our minds. We see it...Read the rest...

It starts with a quivering lip threads a touch from patches to little swatches of fabric from various phases various places of us the first shirt you gave me off your very back was gray with a cartoon face the hat from...Read the rest...

You're cloth in unrighteousness come home naked bear and be holy 8/29/20 written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©...Read the rest...