#stitch

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  • bad_habit 2h

    If I could stitch
    these wounds with letters
    every scar
    would bear your name...

  • singh99puja 12w

    #stitch @miraquill @writersnetwork

    You realize even the rags are beautiful when you stitch them!

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    Isn't the poetry
    Just like the stitches ?

    Stitching the memories
    And giving a life !

    - Puja Singh

  • seraiah_smiles 27w

    Stitch(ing)

    I was walking in a brightly lit hall when contrastingly, I saw two almost pitch black pearls. Those were the eyes of a stuff toy, Stitch. At first, I was mystified and pushed the thought in the corner of my mind. Suddenly, my eyes caught glimpses of its tears; and they scream the signs of wearing down. (I hoped it won't completely get broken down.) I'm thankful of whatever moved my heart; my heart, then, moved my feet to action. I picked up the broken and scattered pieces: the foams, the fabrics, the threads, and Stitch itself. Days have gone by, weeks and months, a dozen or so. During those times, I tried stitching Stitch. I mended together what were torn apart. With my two hands, slowly, it was getting back to its former, actually, greater beauty. Still, there were some parts that confounded me. Due to my lack of knowledge, I may also have reattached severed parts that instead of mending, it worsened the stuff toy's state. I used my two hands again, hoping that someday, Stitch will be completely mended. However, instead of using these two hands to stitch Stitch myself, I just clasped the two in prayer form and prayed for someone who better can. That's why, I'm like a cup brimming and overflowing with joy when I knew that a Master Craftsman can water what I planted, or rather, completely fix the broken and scattered pieces. I knew that the Master Craftsman, who works meraki, will be a great help. I thought, "If it is the Master Craftsman who has a vast experience and probably had many toys that were broken and is willing to fix them, I know that Stitch would be in good hands if I ask the Master Craftsman to repair Stitch." And so I did. I will remain checking Stitch from time to time to see how the repair is going. With His love and the Master Craftsman's, I'm sure that healing is just a matter time. I'm contented... and prithee, Stitch, let it be known that there will always be a part of you with me, and I in you. I know, because I left a crimson mark inside you.

    #words #meraki #Stitch
    ©seraiah_smiles
    7-16-21

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  • srisaptoawaits22 31w

    Stitch...

    Stitch me to your heart,
    Run in to me,
    Infuse me deeper,
    Million dreams,
    Yield their solitude,
    Lives in us,
    Of the love,
    Visions saw,
    Enclosed in nascent eyes!
    ©pagla..(with)

  • seraiah_smiles 32w

    "Stitch and His Little Bunny"

    This little bunny is saddened to see raindrops falling from the skies, big bro Stitch. Here, here, this little bunny will wipe your crystalline, salty rivers created by your skies. The nimbus clouds, with all their burdens, echoed their thunders. You may pour it, pour it all. Be free, as a bird of freedom. But at the end of the day, I hope you see the rainbow of promise, the rainbow of hope and of bright heavens.

    May the waters that flow, not harm, but kindly give sustenance to the sapling of your learnings. I pray that someday, I see that marvelous tree boldly standing upright, after withstanding all that life gives it. And that someday, I may even enjoy at least some quickly passing moments upon its dependable trunk under the comforting shadow of its lush foliage.

    Let your teardrops not harden or embitter you; but I hope you see to it that it may mellow and enliven your heart, and your whole being. This little bunny is under the rainy sky, letting the emotions seep into its skin, into its heart. O, Stitch, lo, you're not alone under this upset weather. Through your spiritual eyes, you see this little bunny standing right beside you. O, and a white feather too, drifting on your face, and look, it swept away your tears, saying, "It'll be alright." Holding your hand, breeze saying hi, let's look up high, and behold that the rain has passed and the Sun shines, smiling at us.

    #mirakee #miraquill #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay #Stitch #Bunny #little #rain #passed #Sun #us #feather #sapling #learnings #tree #coulds #nimbus #raindrops #teardrops #tears #lo #smile

    Credits and thanks to Tyler Nix for the photo.

    P.S. I entitled it as it is, because this is my own piece anyway.

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    Stitch and His Little Bunny

    Holding your hand, breeze saying hi, let's look up high, and behold that the rain has passed and the Sun shines, smiling at us.

  • rhythmic_beats 32w

    Because haiku is so lovely ♥️��

    Line from my previous post. Dunno why, but I loved it�� felt cute. Might delete later ��

    #heart #stitch #haiku #syllables #poetry
    #rhythmic_beats #mirakee @writersnetwork

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  • jophin 40w

    An Art with a Needle
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    With a hoop, I taut a cloth, free of bump and wrinkle,
    and let an art, pierce through it, with yarn and a needle,

    moving it up, taking it down, I sew like an artisan,
    to render a painting, on the cloth, with threads of silk and cotton,

    long stitch, short stitch, cross-stitch, hold it,
    should know, where to stop, and knot it,

    patterns and design, and trends that are classic,
    all I could embellish, on a simple fabric.
    •••••√°°°°°°°°°°°°°•••√°°°°°
    ©jophinkulangara 12Apr2021


    #needle #embroidery #stitch #time #pod #writersnetwork #mirakee #readwriteunite #mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite

    Disclaimer: Original pictures used in the background are not mine. All Credit goes to the respective owners. I do not claim any right over them.

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    An Art with a Needle

    •••••√°°°°°°°°°°°°°•••√°°°°°
    With a hoop, I taut a cloth, free of bump and wrinkle,
    and let an art, pierce through it, with yarn and a needle,

    moving it up, taking it down, I sew like an artisan,
    to render a painting, on the cloth, with threads of silk and cotton,

    long stitch, short stitch, cross-stitch, hold it,
    should know, where to stop, and knot it,

    patterns and design, and trends that are classic,
    all I could embellish, on a simple fabric.
    •••••√°°°°°°°°°°°°°•••√°°°°°
    ©jophinkulangara 12Apr2021

  • proper_noun 44w

    Scar(f)

    Stitch to sequester your scars,
    in words and whatnot,
    with an intent as graceful as a winter's scarf,
    yet the ink won't hide the eyes' nakedness,
    a grave sin of separation,
    yet fondly remembered at the time of penance,
    an innocence of a puerile kiss,
    the maleficence of an indifferent farewell,
    fingers fidgeting with the faces,
    skin over smiles, notably in no particular order!

    ©proper_noun

  • himayan_writes 45w

    A poorly done stitch
    With a maddening itch.
    A scab, dry and sore.
    I wish to touch.
    I long to scratch.
    And maybe bleed some more.

    ©himayan_writes

  • meghna_nandan 46w

    Stitch

    The heart was broken, mine and my bear's. Took the needle and thread in hand, put some stitches here and there. One heart was mended, anew. The other watched, bleeding itself.
    ©meghna_nandan

  • the_boy_with_broken_heart 58w

    ' Flesh '

    Let me scratch my flesh
    And let me feel the cut
    Until you stitch me up
    With your love...
    ©the_boy_with_broken_heart

  • cardelljhardy 65w

    Stitch

    Stitch the scars that make you fall.
    Knit each error one by one.
    Get up, you are not done.
    You continue shining under the sun!
    You are loved by the one true Son.
    ©cardelljhardy

  • sumana_chakraborty 42w

    #pod#stitch#writersnetwork#mirakee@writersnetwork@mirakee

    Stitch not my wounds
    Their depth and pain
    I adore , alone
    Mend them not a bit
    Heal them not
    With plethora of fake sweet knit.
    Let them flow
    Let me grow
    Let them ooze out
    Where our conscience glow
    Where heart bleeds
    Where words wail
    Where tears form waves
    At the threshold of ruthless strain
    Where mountains of stifling grief
    Block marathon of breathless breath
    I'll sit and stare then
    on the other side of the solitude's lane
    Rub my orbs, stretch my efforts
    Start anew
    painting a New Horizon.

    ©sumana_chakraborty

    Thank you so much @writersnetwork ♥️♥️♥️for the kind repost.

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    Stitch not my wounds
    Their depth and pain
    I adore , alone
    Mend them not a bit
    Heal them not
    With plethora of fake sweet knit.
    Let them flow
    Let me grow
    Let them ooze out
    Where our conscience glow
    Where heart bleeds
    Where words wail
    Where tears form waves
    At the threshold of ruthless strain.
    (read the caption pls.)
    ©sumana_chakraborty

  • sumana_chakraborty 73w

    There basks some beauty in that mystic untrodden dusk
    in that crimson hues of wee hours of dawn, some untold stories wander between you and me ,
    stirs an enchanting aroma of romance,
    Mute stars twinkle then
    Some poetries drop down from dews and heaven
    A fragrance of zephyr ...
    Entwine wanderlust mind of mine
    Constellations appear
    I wonder and wonder
    Flipping pages after pages then
    I promise the Universe
    To convert stitched casketed memories
    Some poignant stories
    Into an ouevre of art .
    ©sumana_chakraborty

  • kennedy_williams 74w

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    Glitter the heart
    Filter the pain around
    As bad it may sound
    Thunderstorms piled about

    Ruining my beautiful red coat
    The collision occurred in thick smog
    Recklessly Dodging to a dirtier muddy pond
    Precisely, as I gasped for air

    The road seem long without a friend
    Cuddling my emotions in quick sand
    Brainstorming for a much greater plan
    Hoping someday the sun shall rise again

    ©kennedy_williams


    @writersnetwork @writerstolli @mirakee @mirakeeworld @rainydays__ #pain #heartbreak #stitch #faith

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    Walking in the rain

    ©kennedy_williams

  • poetrybyuc 76w

    Stitch

    You believed and trusted that "ONE" person.
    But eventually you realised that expectation is a Mother of disappointments.











    Here you are trying to stitch another tear in your heart.
    ©poetrybyuc

  • sumiez 76w

    Find me a tailor
    To stitch the pieces
    Of my heart together
    With a slice of yellow moon
    A piece of the star studded sky
    A little rain and rainbow..

    ©sumiez

  • lustaciferan 77w

    Mend those fidus achates.

    Saw you bewildered,
    Beneath the old white oak tree .
    Counting your left days,debilitated
    Dreaming for a stitch in time .
    It was breaking ,
    Shattering into the smallest pieces ,
    As I pondered for gaping ,
    But instead became fidus achates .
    Now we both spend time beneath the old white oak tree ,
    Picking up the fragmented pieces
    And figured out the stitches you made ,were only to set you free .
    As days passed by ,
    The stitches got stronger .
    But to make your way to heaven, was all along the try.
    Now I sit beneath the white oak tree ,waving at you, as a fighter
    Still think about that day ,
    When I was too late
    To help you stictch your final strings ,which may
    Still leave you here with me today.
    ©lustaciferan

  • thetalkativeboy 37w

    Stitch

    A stitch teaches to hold onto things,
    inspite of all the odds;
    It's a proof that efforts were made to put back everything in place;


    ©thetalkativeboy

  • writtlove2013 53w

    And I painted
    My wounds
    On the scars
    Of poetry
    Trying to stitch
    My broken wings
    Back together

    ©writtlove2013