Dyes Poems - Poems about Dyes

... The sound of breaking is late. Thunder shatters gray clouds after lightning strikes the damp soil. When pieces of sky pierce flesh, the scream is slow to rise— The sound of breaki......

Continue reading...

...Descending s p l a s h infuses brook. Falling from on high, cockcrow skies. E a r l y risers, on boat, take l o o k. O bittersweet g r a c e …angels’ sighs. P a i n t e d hues, ......

Continue reading...

...Truth is not for everyone -- some prefer lies...some prefer dyes, and not natural soul color. Some prefer love~ and some just mouth the word...never to be heard nor felt deeply nearer the hea......

Continue reading...

... My mind drifts loose into the moving art framed by train window. Houses in the field glitch by— brick red roofs and windows that hold sunset across the champaign. I wonder what it’s like to ......

Continue reading...

...The slow budding, turn up of coloring; the tincture in pinks, yellows, magnolia greens, and bluer skies. Smile of eyes and mountain cheeks; a Springtime elixir. Winter white and tawny skin absorbi......

Continue reading...

...MULBERRY TREES AND BUTTERFLIES Don’t go back to heavy sleep dwell in the wakefulness of I AM THAT I AM here mulberries and butterflies beckon across filtered fences which you can comely cl......

Continue reading...

...Only in the wretched Broken locking Of the safe I was beaten into Which refuses To hide Privately, despised by standards Breakthrough! Simple To be your sickness, in fiend In the fiend you......

Continue reading...

...March strides in, bold and bright, A bridge between the chill and light. Its winds may howl, its skies may cry, Yet whispers of spring begin to sigh. The **Spring Equinox** takes the stage, Da......

Continue reading...

...My Love, I write to you from a place beyond compare, A fragrant haven, where the soft breeze sighs, A sea of roses stretches everywhere, Beneath a sky of endless, azure dyes. Imagine, love, ......

Continue reading...

...An old friend visited today, no longer young Men Our hair changed, not with dyes or clippers anymore Two silver foxes, a little rounder than before We both have partners now, I have kids ......

Continue reading...

...(My Persian rug, 2024) A Painful Journey I live a quiet and isolated life But it’s been one of great adventure That leaves me now a bit worn out Although satisfied and fulfilled Is p......

Continue reading...

...Georgie Porgie was a little overweight, since he loved tasty desserts, Like puddings and baked pies; or green woods, full of robin concerts. Georgie was ten years of age, possessing an im......

Continue reading...

...Jack Sprat and wife Mary, lived in a glory of lemony, chiffon days; Like maroon birds keep on singing, until the sunset, orange phase. They were comfy and happy, like a picnic in lavish, ......

Continue reading...

...Three years ago was only yesterday: at dawn I opened my eyes and the blinds. Bouquets you'd left before you passed away; those on my window daily I would find. From your consideration my sun ro......

Continue reading...

... Leaves of Lilith, fall like butterflies as I slither in souls, secluded by time ~ where treacherous tulips still mourn the death of magnolia moon, hidd......

Continue reading...