Bareheaded Poems - Poems about Bareheaded

...Sappho Translations V by Michael R. Burch Sappho, fragment 23 translation by Michael R. Burch I long helplessly for love. Gazing into your eyes not even Hermione compares. Who is your equa......

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...She kept walking, kept travelling... A Traveller by profession, she kept exploring. With a pure and kindest heart inside her soul, She was pretty easy to pick, easy to be fooled. Her feet......

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...Spring, bareheaded, seems to float Across the grassy countryside It’s cast aside its snowy coat And dances carefree far and wide. The sun looks down on spring anew, Sends a gentle breeze to ki......

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...THE CERTAINTY? Every Sunday at 10.35, whatever the season, The elderly couple from down the road walk by on their way to Matins. It used to be 10.45 in their prime but, as age creeps on, it tak......

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...We have something in common, a fellow I talk to now and then. We’re about the same age and perhaps the only ones in the diner who think our past lives are interesting. So when the two of us shoot the......

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...The Little Match Girl by H.C. Andersen Part Rewritten By Scarlett G. Rollins Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening-- the last evening of the year. In this cold......

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...As evenings dark began to close in a little girl wipes her nose on her sleeve. Listless and hungry she walks in the snow a poor and lost soul, one cold New Year’s Eve. Her dead mothers slippers......

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...As time flies, so her emotion swiftly fries, As life frowns to dust, so her affection swiftly drowns to lust, As love turns to coal, so her smile swiftly runs to the cold, As sunset sets away, so her......

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