Best Bareheaded Poems

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 bunk over coffee, it’s...

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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 were much to large,
they were flip flopping while crossing the street,
two...

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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 truth swiftly upsets the root of likeness, and erects...

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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 and darkness there went along the street a poor little...

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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 takes more time to get there.
He still wears a suit...

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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 kiss a rose,
Dandelions buttery and violets blue,
In new grown grass to tickle the toes.

Butterflies blue and black...

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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 reached a small town,

Tired, she was happy to have it found-

And hoped for some water and...

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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 equal?
I compare you only to goldenhaired Helen among mortal women.
Know your love would free me from every care, and...

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