Dreads Poems - Poems about Dreads

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If I could ease your load By letting you know How much you give to others Just by being a decent brother I would try to tell you though No words can accurately paint The majestic crown on your head You inherited your title As a king you can never be less Than you are genetically blessed to be Stand tall be all that and...

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THE DEVIL dreads THE INTROVERT A metonym of metonymy, Introvertishly devilish. Never gets word famish, eruption of moods heated-up in solitary; Sudden upheaval wrecks a show. Even Devil quivers, Pampering the introvert, Mute saturation of ambiance, even Silence shivers; Seismic shift... Outspoken quietness, Sullenly silent, Words token, somberly sulking. Raise a dust, strike our pulse... what's the fuss? Carnival of fear, confusion 'ere there, Word economy is his human anatomy. Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP} Copyright© March 2021....

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i used to walk the cornrows shooting mourning doves as they flew out as fast as clay pigeons now my eyes are following the cornrows of her hair from fore head to nape like following a maze but not wanting to escape so by braiding ex tensions ex tend my stay...

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i used to walk the cornrows shooting mourning doves as they flew out as fast as clay pigeons now my eyes are following the cornrows of her hair from fore head to nape like following a maze but not wanting to escape so by braiding ex tensions ex tending my stay...

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I can walk, talk, Think and breath, I can try, cry, understand and comprehend. My past is a video, My present is a concern, My future is a vision, My voice is volume less. I have friends, some with dreads, Together we have been, Together we will learn to be, Though some we have thrown in the bins. Some come and go, Others remain, Some remain as statues, Others...

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Winter Dreads From October through March A muddy river runs deep Through some aged or troubled souls. Hidden there somewhere Is the sadness of many Winters gone by of old. Dear friends are lost And lonely long nights, While it seems others have happier roles. Oh, hide it, old hearts, Or more still will withdraw! Must be pleasant at all costs for lonely is cold! Sometimes, tho,...

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His slender serpentine neck, silently sliced through the surface tension, sending ripples stirring in the calm waters of Loch Ness, He was jittery; leery of being seen. But, a pudgy-faced moon spun its light into a ribbon of golden filigree that shimmered, and danced across the waves. Its beauty was such that he just had to see it for himself. The air...

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Some think its ugly dreads are natural hair art apart ones identity discriminated everyone not a bad thug dreads get a bad rep seen most successful with locks swing proudly head high most beautiful art...

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dousing your non-kinky hair with peroxide in hopes of forming curly kinks and without manipulation the matted strands finally intertwine except your Peroxide Dreads don’t resemble mind limp and still slightly stringy they fall lifelessly across your back while mind...

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