Bristles Poems - Poems about Bristles

Random Dream

...Raw like apples on a tree.
Waiting on my journal to come to life. 
Having too many bumble bees who don’t know much.
I enjoy the crisp bite that shatters. 

Golfing across the state.
T-shirts wi...

I AM GREEN

...
    I love the colour of my skin,
    Au naturel suave evergreen.
    From head to toe, and deep within,
    Each part of me, feels so serene.
    Even the bristles, on my chin,
    Tonsured d...

The Last Night in July I think

...The Last Night in July

(I think)
by Evelyn Aimarie

It is the last night in July
(I think)
And this pink Moscato tastes like you.

Memories dance to the sound of crickets chirping,
Their l...

HOT MILK DRIPPING

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Sponsor : Tom Woody
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warm sun sweet liquid
dark moist hole bristles soft sand 
wonder exquisite 
                ...

Loretta

...She might have painted the sea—
or a golden field of wheat
beneath a hazy summer sky—
but he took her brushes,
left the bristles splayed,
the paints dried out,
and the turpentine cloudy.
And t...

ODE TO THE BALD AND BEAUTIFUL

...He primps that dome like it’s his crown,
A shiny orb, the talk of town.
Shaves that bowling ball twice a day,
No rogue hairs dare to stay.

Refined olive oil, scentless, slick—
His scalp’s own ...

The Great Halls of Eden

...
The Great Halls of Eden

(A lone voice whispers)

Walking in like the Grand Inquisitor
Tomás de Torquemada

Dressed in a dark robe

With Beethoven's “Moonlight Sonata” playing loudly in he...

immutable muse

...

as the mourning 
                  sky w e e p s 
   and crimson clouds crackle 
        bursting forth
            blazing bristles 
     resembling roaring rage 
          within bruised ...

PAINTBRUSH

...PAINTBRUSH 

Fingertips the bristles of a 
pagan paintbrush 
painting a Tree of Life
on pacified cheekbones 
instead of in liver
from whence it sprung
now it burns to feed
HeartSpace with wi...

Flip-Flops

...Plain droplets plink downward risk-free.
Rain, that bristles on panes, weighty.
Rip-roaring, soaring, not boring,
as wind assists an outpouring.
Angled and claustrophobic dance.
Can’t see the li...

A CHRISTMAS WITHOUT YOU

...The church bells' solemn chimes echo through the street, casting a mournful shadow over what should be a joyful time.

Yesterday, the sun hid away, too ashamed to show its face. When it finally eme...

My Missing Piece

...

Searching outside of myself
Far and wide
Looking into the eyes and souls of others
Seeking answers 
Looking for my missing part
Always sensing an absence

Awakening one day with tears in m...

I couldn't talk about it, so I wrote a poem

...No Rush

Hair brush through my hair, no rush.
The wrinkles will not slow, but time
slows on the satiny pillow, in throes.
The bed softly creaks as our eyes speak.
They do not stare as th...

Voyage of a Coconut

...From the lacy green coconut tree  
I fell into monotony of the vapid  sand 
a golden quilt embraced my senses
under the majestic umbrella of pines.
still reminiscing the happy moments,
nestled i...

Roadside Poetry

...Well, I suppose that I am again revealing my age,
But I grew up when Burma Shave signs were all the rage!
Could it be that those 'masterly creations' sparked my poetic bent,
As I soaked up a tad o...

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