Curls Poems - Poems about Curls

...Shelly sits on the crescent edge of fantasy world Her hair totally in place, her curls all swirled. The crescent moon smiles at the cosmos of midnight. Recognizing that Shelly’s beauty is out of s......Read the rest...

... "The pure heart is a spotless mirror in which images of infinite beauty are reflected,” Rumi Pure Heart is a Spotless Mirror ......Read the rest...

...“When I felt lonely and betrayed, God’s words, ‘Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God’ fell into my ears as a soothing zephyr” By Poet Night fades away......Read the rest...

...In the hollows of power’s grip, where shadows twist the heart’s cry, there—mights build thrones on backs bent, where abuse wears the mask of guidance, control, a cloak woven with the thread of fe......Read the rest...

...In ancient China's heart, a tale unfurls, Where sorrow's grip ensnares the Yellow River's curls. From four hundred thousand to nine hundred grand, In nineteen thirty-eight, despair swept the land.......Read the rest...

... Sexy, sexy baby, with chestnut eyes, under that cap I love when you pull me into your lap Sexy, sexy baby, with chestnut eyes, under that cap I love when you pull me into your lap You're my......Read the rest...

... Sexy, sexy baby, with chestnut eyes, under that cap I love when you pull me into your lap Sexy, sexy baby, with chestnut eyes, under that cap I love when you pull me into your lap You're my......Read the rest...

... "Conversation with the wind, theme #5." Wind, will you whisper softly murmuring low as you blow lifting the birdies on your currents swaying the wildflowers in the meadow ......Read the rest...

...I now whisper a verse, like a curtain of shooting stars, Weaving with a rhyme, an echo from worlds locked in the distance afar. To clasp your treasure, your sublime feminine essence, Through rosew......Read the rest...

...“Wandering through empty and crowded streets with no destination in sight and sleeping under the sky with the fire burning inside was my life, the life of a vagabond. Survival is a funny game and lif......Read the rest...

...Spring, the mischievous libertine, Has twitched from the chrysalis of dull realities, Sneaking, slyly, among norms and tasteless thoughts, A live torch in the old auditoriums where science quivers......Read the rest...

...no words could explain my feelings for her or capture the intensity of how it feels to look at her. i could tell you her eyes are like the glistening water on a stream in summer next to a bed o......Read the rest...

...Not only a dusty attic, crammed with forgotten things, But a bittersweet symphony, the heart in memory sings. The air hangs heavy, thick with "what ifs" and "maybes" past, A faded photograph, a ......Read the rest...

...Her billowing dress beckons me Her bouncing curls wave to me. Her retreating footsteps fading away Her diminishing frame bidding me adieu. I realise my mistake - too late. I never valued her lov......Read the rest...

...Firecracker red under Equator sun, lion’s mane bobbing, obscene tongue. Unseen, the serpent slips inside, small as a whisper. It curls around my heart, hoarding it like treasure. Fans warm embe......Read the rest...