Plaits Poems - Poems about Plaits

...We were small, innocence written all over.. Pulling plaits, dreaming of a new rover. Crossed paths..when I picked my nose, While you processed your identity of rose. She lodged once with me, once......Read the rest...

...I used to miss your touch, now your hands feel like claws I used to melt in your stare, now your eyes come with bristles I used to miss your shag and plaits, now you wear a tail of a horse I......Read the rest...

...Inside an archaic framework she fetches a pail from the fields, the bucket on her hip is full of broken eagles. Wind turbines churn in the distance. He takes the mangled birds plucks them, p......Read the rest...

...Hair like corkscrews, crazy curly and short, pulled into two plaits, begging to be let free. With her eyes wandering about, she sprouts a smile on my face, as she boards the bus, her bag li......Read the rest...

...The bridge between our hearts as fine as spiderweb threads Along it soldiers march workers trample, children skip with balls of light cows graze, horses gallop Between our hearts the bri......Read the rest...

...Two Soldiers A tender moment He re-plaits her hair She waits patiently As he twists strands until they intertwine and he secures them with a twist of a bow Yellow and blue On their lape......Read the rest...

...children of an emerald isle inhabiting a pause in brutish wars dulcet notes of tenderest voices raining as leaves fro......Read the rest...

...Be the bee within the bees bonnet pouring Not as old man in his slumber snoring For soon the bees of honey do partake And late the old man stands his last awake Come comb your honey hair as sun......Read the rest...

...Your old sleek black hair-pin is still with me, mother, I've treasured it greater than a yellow sapphire; It collects in me, memories of plaits and knot, And the roses I'd graced with dedication l......Read the rest...

...My strange tears. The genie's eyes, oh genie's eyes. Gather the sun's spears. Be careful not to step on the thistles of fear. Plaits are used to create the form. To achieve a slimmer epitome. Y......Read the rest...

...My hair has always had a mind of its own Stays doing whatever it wants whenever it pleases Just never bothers to do any of it, at my convenience Will take its sweet time to grow When I'......Read the rest...

...LOVE POEMS III by Michael R. Burch These are love poems by Michael R. Burch about passion, desire, lust, sex, dating, relationships, devotion and marriage. Violets by Michael R. Burch On......Read the rest...

...Lady’s Favor by Michael R. Burch May spring fling her riotous petals devil- may-care into the air, ignoring the lethal nettles and may May cry gleeful- ly Hooray! as the abundance s......Read the rest...

...Song from Aella: Under the Willow Tree, or, Minstrel's Song by Thomas Chatterton, age 17 or younger modernization/translation by Michael R. Burch MYNSTRELLES SONGE ("MINSTREL'S SONG") O! sing......Read the rest...

...If she had to cross the rubicon for lack of sorting colours A Rubik’s cube remained an unsolved puzzle If numbers granted her the wish to live another happy day Sudoku would refuse transfo......Read the rest...