Babushka Poems - Poems about Babushka

...Try not to notice the stand-out babushka I was told. I immediately whipped my face around, so big and bold. She was really something with kerchief of green and gold. I said not to look! Said my fr......Read the rest...

...The Butterfly O butterfly, o butterfly how and by whom did you come by your name? Theories abound yet all ring hollow and improbable. Least credible, if not absurd, it’s based on an Old Eng......Read the rest...

...White, blue and red With you in life I wed Babushka you may not like Moya supraga I will surely like.......Read the rest...

...The Matryoshka marriage bound with plush roses and spiced tulips. Bride’s xanthous babushka, face-crowned in Matryoshka marriage bound. The groom peacocks with lively sound - a bottl......Read the rest...

...Wanted to write a Chastushka But Christmas snow dampened my hair So I took out my babushka And said, “Let it snow, I don’t care!” * December 18, 2020 For Andrea’s Chastushka Contest......Read the rest...

...AntiPoem 4 “Santo and Johnny” (Poet’s instruction- Play “Sleepwalk” twice by Santo and Johnny while reading) Santo and Johnny play Sleepwalk on Fender steel and bass Just oozing out their mel......Read the rest...

...Irene....My Mother and I. I cannot believe I am her daughter! She always dressed in the very best taste. Very little jewelry, conservative dresses, no slacks, are you kidding? A white-gloved p......Read the rest...

...Another loss. It's hard to explain, it just feels like an empty pit in my stomach where a smile once so easily crossed my lips. A lady I once called “Babushka” was laid to rest after struggling ......Read the rest...

...THE HANDKERCHIEF heavy babushka wrought with widow’s drawn out tears a brief lover’s note 6/28/2017 haiku form......Read the rest...

...About an hour later she slipped Yuri Andropov into the conversation: *“I have to drop off a blouse at the dry cleaners.”* Suddenly it was May Day & I’m back in Red Square, Dwarfed beneath larger......Read the rest...

...Oh beautiful Gypsy, I see you there, in amber campfire mist. On the banks of a crystalline pool, a bronze skinned lovely moving with intoxicating rhythm to the strum of guitars. Sable eyes, gleami......Read the rest...

...Babushka The whole village busy looking at the new star *Babushka busy cleaning her house entire So busy to tidy her house failed to hear The sounds of the drums and pipes She missed ev......Read the rest...

...Nineteen twenty-four and the wind was cold, When men in uniform entered our town; Forced us to leave in their boxcars, Made us believe that it was for our own safety. With no time to fix our things ......Read the rest...

...A horde of weary eyes at the false fountain of youth in demo against the fading of the majestic night; their hushed voice vibrates against my seat, as I enjoy the skyline while the silver moon......Read the rest...

...Over a bottle of Stolichnaya vodka And slices of kalbasa…. and cold breeze Of first September, you proudly spoke to me Of Lenin; we sat beneath the apple tree. I disagreed not, with your thou......Read the rest...