Braided Poems - Poems about Braided

...We stood in the cold night rain at the edge of the world on a bluff above the river, and everything— every thing— was alive with light. Rain braided my hair into the lea......

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... There’s a nadir of personal despair - In feminine terms it’s - No hair, no flair! My hairy genes caused me lifelong distress, I longed for a look I didn’t possess. I daydreamed of golden l......

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...The radiator whispered like breath beneath the old window (half opened for mercy) where cold fingers of air braided themselves with steam and the snow stayed only for seconds da......

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...Today, my hair is jazz— wild coils improvising in the wind, syncopated with no apology. It scats when I walk, riffs when I laugh, and plays the truth off-key because it knows perfection never ......

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...you were completely comfortable being miserable like pain was a roommate like the yelling was a lullaby like love was supposed to sting, and silence meant everything was fine he broke you in ch......

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...t Is So Easy to Forget How much the world is trying To love you. The cat, Rude at 3 a.m., Kneads her affection into your ribs With every purr. Your mother, Tired but present, Listens lon......

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...{For Contest : unintended innuendo Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker Date submitted: 11/5/25} Line of inquiry: [“as we passed her she did wilt which caused in us sense of guilt since our stanc......

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... I’ve been transmitting on the frequency we talked about— the one braided with microwaves and half-truths about entangled minds and sympathetic resonance. I figured you’d catch the pulse on......

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..."Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see  dressed in a fantastical dress with  two dappled wings of lace,      she shone like the midnight sun;  I must confess, she looked......

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...Swimming under the surface of the Pacific Past the border of the ocean Where the two meet, brown and blue. Met by tiny swimming jewels here, Living within the tall crystals, The ecosystem of cry......

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...Mono Aluminum Pijin they called him. A rascal and a sailor. He buys beef jerky by the bucket. He shaved his beard with a hand carved whale bone. They roll the flanks of mutton in braided lamb chitter......

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...Mono Aluminum Pijin they called him. A rascal and a sailor. He buys beef jerky by the bucket. He shaved his beard with a hand carved whale bone. They roll the flanks of mutton in braided lamb chitter......

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...Cardboard Castles You came in like thunder— wild, loud, and sharp with flame. Eyes like chaos, smile like fire, never still, and never tame. We shared a bed when we were small, built kingdo......

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...At 13, I used old tissue paper to craft my best friend her wedding veil— a drapery, thrown together in a flurry, taping together parchment scraps, fragile and pale. I ripped my old notes to ......

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...When memories melt like sunset skies, mirroring my thoughts, slipping into the salt-dipped skin of the deep, warm ocean, I drink from the stardust chalice of your unspoken sonnets, r a i n i n ......

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