Ribbon Poems - Poems about Ribbon

'twas at the country fair I spied her outstanding in her field (in many more ways than one) beyond compare second to none eyelashes long and lovely skin of velvety down I insist who could resist those eyes so big so brown (limpid pools?) 'twould make a fool of (almost) any man but I'm her biggest fan and I won't lie I...

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A red thread we wear with pride, For the love that won’t subside. In shadows deep; the fight was born, Yet through the dark, a new dawn shone. A virus does not define the soul, Courage and strength play the role. The world unites to heal the scars, With hope that shines like endless stars. Science and care; a hand in hand, Breaking chains,...

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• What's a pretty pink ribbon doing on this rickety, old fence? • And what looks to be a purse on the dirty forest floor? • This doesn't make much sense • For what reason are they here? • The more I think about it, the more I feel tense...

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I picked posies as I walked on by, removing my red hair ribbon to tie. My life is sometimes tranquility ... By morning the flowers had withered, I felt a sadness deep within my soul. My life is sometimes regret ... Farewell flowers short was your time, I should have left you in the field. ...

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To Atbin. Another flick, a spark, Once more awakened the past Illustrating memories Are alive and always last. I recall your visage with Its veins, its charm, and grace Some invisible griefs, Behind of that bony face. Your tender artistic look, At a silly Rubik’s parts, Made your endless affection, dwell in our empty hearts. You were our J. Keating of Weir’s ingenious...

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bring on a monsoon you took on a monsoon A pissed off windy he brought on a monsoon tied the ribbon tight wanted to kiss the forehead he moved quick just to kiss the ribbon...

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The long road, where does your dark thread unwind? Bent willows follow where you lead, and sunflowers drink the roadside rain. The sun and wind, tumble the weeds down your turnpike. And I who follow idly the unraveling, will hope to find upon reaching the end, a new black ribbon of possibilities. To thrill the life of the adventurer....

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The Poetry of time its present sublime Each moment by degree untethered reminds The Poetry of time forever refined Rebirthing the constant —our essence defined (Dreamsleep: October, 2022)...

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“Do we have to go?” The long black ribbon, With painted white lines, Cars and trucks driven, A constant caravan. “How much longer?” The long black ribbon, Could be longest route, With unforgiving, Road noise and kid’s gripes. “Are we there yet?” The long black ribbon, Bids the fastest time, Infamous villain, For front windshield grime. “I’m gonna throw up!” The long black ribbon, Super road of the day, Police are hidden, In most...

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The priest of Our Lady of Grace Is known to prefer a French face But an English fanny At the Hootenanny Has just been awarded First Place...

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The Ribbon The colors in the sky, way up high, red, and gold and green... yellow, purple, and the unseen. Those colors, that are outside our field of view, the ones that we see, me, and you. A symbol of love, a covenant..., a promise, a gift from God to us... Our King, His glory seen, in the...

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Bent fingers trace embroidered leaves on satin and long lacy sleeves. Blush roses, twenty-six she counts-- A French word she can't now pronounce. She blows dust from old envelopes tied with blue ribbons and her hopes. The letters penned by her true mate. Over his name, she... hesitates. A trunk in attic soon became her refuge from days all the same. Photos dwelling midst her...

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Things are usually Not as simple as they seem Nothing can be solved With a clean break Can leave you with Paper cuts and A ribbon with a few red tendrils Still hanging on for Dear life Enclosing with no closure Some things Can be resolved Yet some will Ever remain as A mystery A ? mark A to be continued... And maybe that’s okay To know that it is never over It is...

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Green ribbons over the icecaps, waves of emerald and lime escape from heaven’s splendor to crash against skyscape and mountain. Fingers of light greet spectators with a Joie de vivre flair, calling nature’s children to watch the show and the earth smiles. Mesmerized, I watch as light-year’s splendor does it’s own Hula to the music of universal spheres. My heartbeat crescendo’s as the great composer’s baton brings the...

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Blue Ribbon Moment Monoku school rule...don't slide down banisters...rule ignored...caught by principal's arms 9-2-20...

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