Braiding Poems - Poems about Braiding

... I consider my hair my crowning glory it is very very long blondish and straight and I pamper it every single day so, it is soft like baby hair I have smooth and silky shampoo and......

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...New archetypes are rising, whispering among shadows and unspoken dreams, You are not "too sensitive" or "too intense," you are simply remembering a nameless role, A role that takes shape now, in th......

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...Ignorance is a rhyme without a soul, an art fading into slow oblivion, like fallen tulips swirling through captive rays of a weary sun, amidst hot sighs tearing through the deafening silence of the......

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... Hunger for perfectly placed punga path Snakes surely slowly..garlanded scarf Turns & rakes fern festooned forest floor Sun dappled glade, bathed and swathed Glorious green sheens in ......

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...Never have I ever imagined such a warm feeling That day, ......

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...I loved you like the tide loves the shore— a quiet pull, a force that cannot be resisted. And now, you are leaving, pulling the moonlight from my nights. We sat by the ocean once, the salt air......

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...Ongoing rows of trees branches reaching binding crawling braiding trunks of olive trees capturing my senses warm breeze glides down my spine the ripened forestry handfuls delightful ripen......

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...My only niece Lonnie created sheer joy for me especially after i gave birth to two daughters Lonnie was indeed the boss of playtime visiting every summer being she was few years older tha......

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...People would talk about just a kiss, Just a hug, Just a touch. But I am thinking about, Just a finger poking my cheek, Just his hand holding my chin, Just him braiding my hair, Just brushing......

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...For Us Like divine visions, they dance and bouquets of roses are tossed over their feet… No matter what they say, it consummates as poetry and chills might run the spine… ......

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...“You showed her your love by bringing her into the world, now show it again, by softly walking away.“ ~~The Poet~~ I wonder who is holding her soft hand. I wonder will she ever understand. Why ......

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...In the shadow of love, where souls meet their echo, To love becomes a pilgrimage towards one's own rebirth. We seek not a successor in the labyrinth of fate, For to propose a new heaven is l......

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...Mr. and Mrs. Medusa Put their huge hats on their heads To constrain their hair that always Looks like they just got out of bed They drove off to the hair salon Even though they remembered Th......

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...Robin Wall Kimmerer is the creator of the blessing for today (She’s also the author of ‘Braiding Sweetgrass’…by the way) Her thought which, for us, is more of an allegory When she says: Maybe ......

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...The finch dances merry, weaving feathers into music That spills from overeager beaks and drips light onto slick wings Which beat in time with the song, fluttering, flittering, Finding life in th......

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