Kerchiefs Poems - Poems about Kerchiefs

...I’d had to simply voice it elsewhere And didn’t forget to on it swear: Much of what is now necessary Is the headache of Accessory… By far an astonishing puzzle, To clothes compared: the ones ......Read the rest...

...(To Armstrong) Remember those days when mists of uncertainty Shrouded our timid hearts. We never left the hearthstead, The fire of which burned from our silent prayers And our hopes blossomed in......Read the rest...

... When I let one loose in the elevator The monk adjacent profusely apologised The thunder, he affirmed, gift of the Creator Inhaling it deeply would see divine light realised Though......Read the rest...

...Their grinning heads cover the fields for acres A sea of happy mini suns, welcoming us to Kansas. We stare, amazed, having no idea this was possible. There are photo moments and we take them all. ......Read the rest...

...Branches frosted in ice Wonderland magic waiting in awe to thaw Pink blossoms ready to surpass hibernation Spring in their timeless steps Candle wax waned The Little Drummer boy b......Read the rest...

...Sunny outside, simply the sun, yet men look at it then sing. I do not know the sun, I know only an angel’s melody and the fiery exhortation of the last breath. I know how to shout ’til dawn......Read the rest...

...Senior citizens Crated in old people’s homes Discarded denizens Wrinkled forms Pivotal during heyday Generating national growth Beyond payday Bestowing cloth On backs of offspring Pouri......Read the rest...

...l. Opening the closet of narra doors, I sweep through organza skirts and gemmed ringlets; my hair ruffling aimlessly upon scalloped kerchiefs smelling decade - old hyacinth, Mom’s fa......Read the rest...

...Last night I watched in silence At the end of the road in forest deep I hid amongst the trees watching in awe As gypsies dance while others sleep Under the violet hue of evening sky Haloed by evening......Read the rest...

...Some dreams of my youth Couldn’t come with me To this strange world It was not for them They lay scattered along the road Or hanging from the twigs of trees Like little kerchiefs I went awa......Read the rest...

...August sun, Leaves smell of heat, You can hear the holly hocks turn to seed. The pile of trimmed twigs snap as they dry. Sister paints the cross pieces The top of the board The flat And the ......Read the rest...