Combing Poems - Poems about Combing

...Raindrops forming in my eyes Brown iris clouds float in the skies And when enough raindrops accrue They roll down my cheeks, not blue Am I, but often long And pine, and hope, desire strong To l......Read the rest...

...The cliffs are being eaten away By the constant pulsing tide. Now just a short walk from the lane When it was once a short bike ride To the edge where we used to Scrambled down to swim and p......Read the rest...

...I comb the banshee’s long hair until she is calm and silent. She is older than the lowest barren hills. Then, a young girls voice issues from her open mouth. “Daddy.” I’m not her daddy,......Read the rest...

...Isis staind 27+ years... of scorpion stinging poison us marriage, whereby the missus and I, nevertheless experienced genesis as mama and papa respectively. (jest kibitizing) thus explain......Read the rest...

..."A dressed day has disrobed into the depth of a drawer's nightstand." (Oh, how positively awesome that what can be sorted out in such an explanatory pattern that a difference would maketh a day.)......Read the rest...

...Night rain, now the sky is drying its wings, Moths come to rest, on the dry shadows of damp tree. There is a fine dust in the warming air, as if minuscule insects were combing out the tangled h......Read the rest...

...It was an old, sad love song, one she kept it in a shoebox, inside a dark closet. At night sibilant whispers would croon to themselves. Each morning, while combing her gray hair, a forgotten......Read the rest...

... My heart your pulling on a tow With each mile it will grow Closer and closer to you Always seeing something new You hooked me in from the moment Your heart locked on mine and stole it Driving......Read the rest...

...Autumn waltzes, in the maple trees, As the ballerinas, And gypsies, Are combing, The waves and their hair, With their love, Let the golden leaves, Bow in the vines, Of the wind, And the......Read the rest...

...Exotic lady, Night and day, The vineyards honey, Is in her hair, And in her kiss, Under the caress, Of a champagne sky, Along the shore, A lovely mermaid lady, Is combing her hair, With......Read the rest...

...If I could decorate, Your soul, Like a Matisse painting, To caress it, With bliss, Love, And vibrancies, Through the weary days, Kiss your love, With bright, lovely flowers, You would feel ......Read the rest...

...I pored through the scrapbook pages, my mind flooded with childhood memories of Mother. I remember the summer she and I picked plums off the trees in our backyard and made plum jelly. I remember her ......Read the rest...

...Combing through the carnage Questions outnumber answers Derailed if dwell on the details Will we forfeit all our advances? Easy to get singularly focused On second guessing decisions Bette......Read the rest...

...My sleep stages are Moon phases combing my limbic system, where I touch electric chords singing my survival. The words I compose dwell in privacy. I blow the candles out after they are written......Read the rest...

...Strolling through the country park, she got arrested, By the beauty of the lawn with silky grass. Sat on the cushioned comfort of the carpet of green. No one around to disturb her calm. The eveni......Read the rest...