Plaits Poems - Poems about Plaits

...Windswept Over sheet music, harmonious movement of sand. Droplets of rain dance - time swooning on sea and on land. Cupid’s arrows climb, descend strings of the violin. Heartthrobs, si......

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...The girl on the monkey bars Hanging upside down The girl with the auburn plaits Riding through the town The girl with the toothy grin Hopping to one knee The girl in this rhyming tale Is the ......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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'......

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...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......

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...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......

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