Bristles Poems - Poems about Bristles

...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......

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...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 ......

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... 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......

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

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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... 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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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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...The Neighborhood all trees eyes please The Neighbors help out act out The Birds they’re free to flee The House barn red homestead The Driveway ......

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...I have a pussy cat, my cute mischievous pet. She loves me more than anyone, I can bet. Among felines, she is so smart and clever, Too adventurous, never once a bit demure. Sleek and......

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...The Fence Twenty panels of wooden fence Three pots of paint and she commenced Stroked up and scrubbing down Changed the bare wood into a brown All alone she toiled on and on The sun came up......

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...I used to miss your touch, now your hands feel like claws I used to melt in your stare, now your eyes come with bristles I used to miss your shag and plaits, now you wear a tail of a horse I......

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