Ponytail Poems - Poems about Ponytail

...I had lunch with Randy, between classes today. It was a perfect day. The sky was an infinite, capri blue, the wind was stirring the environment, clouds were wispy and on high - in the fast lane where......Read the rest...

...Dust falling on your nose. The smooth, redness of a rose. A ponytail gripping your wrist. The frustration of necklaces in a twist. Some senses are calm, others burning. A raindrop falls and I fi......Read the rest...

...The sun is melting at a hundred and five degrees and the wind is swirling in the trees, the petals are opening wide in the skies and the motorcycles are rolling by. Hundreds of them in line rolling d......Read the rest...

...CRISIS TEAM:HELLO WE ARE HERE TO HELP AGENT BROWN: HELLO I AWAKEN EVERY NIGHT BETWEEN THREE OR FOUR AM I CANNOT BREATHE PANTING HEARING MY FETUS HEARTBEAT SO LOUDLY CRISIS TEAM: YOU ARE SAF......Read the rest...

...“Time is a gift that most of us take for granted. We get caught up in our daily lives and rarely take the time to appreciate the simple wonders around us.” ......Read the rest...

...True person .This was written for a friend about a lost friend. Last night I was provided with a list of everything that was to be used in the poem below, as a keepsake and reminder. A Masquer......Read the rest...

...Love is a blank canvas, a phantasmagoric fantasy, to pucker up with glossy lips, the subtle soft brush against the opposite sex, with eye-shades drawn. Love doesn’t know the body yet, still sizi......Read the rest...

...There was no easy day going under cover with four kids riding along with the FBI supervisor I was just a young mother of four actually expecting again seven months pregnant the FBI installed wi......Read the rest...

...------------------------- I stepped into the dark corridor, and by an accidental touch of kindness, I entered into the haunted tower of time, like a sonata full of hope born and dreams of kisses ......Read the rest...

...I’m a tightrope walker, strung between the hedonistic abyss of winter break and the unforgiving canyon of organic chemistry. The stack of spring syllabuses are a prophecy whispered in Latin.......Read the rest...

... Did you ever read a fairytale, maybe the fun book was on sale. I had a fairytale book with a huge purple whale, riding on his bac......Read the rest...

...I see the elderly in the young. I see them carrying home in a string bag, onions, large carrots pale red nub-ends poking through tattered holes. A scarf tied over thinning gray hair. A face b......Read the rest...

...Have you seen a shaggy doll, a raggy doll, with a ponytail? It was such a beauty though it was on sale. I took her home and gave her all my love and care, I brushed her teeth and gently stroked he......Read the rest...

...I had a lovely little doll got at the tender age of seven. It was made of fine plastic, with twinkling eyes and golden hair. At a time when my generation had not heard of Barbie dolls, My uncle li......Read the rest...

...Slang.. Chick-fil-a = the best place ever jade = brooke = gorgeous mishin = the boss, as in “You aren’t the boss of me.” Orpheus We’re on vaycay. School is OVER, COVID is over. We’re......Read the rest...