Ribbons Poems - Poems about Ribbons

Rainbow of ribbons, may we form a connection. Move beneath the Moon, the image traced in wildfire. A sign of our sacred bond....

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Scarlet Ribbons Angry bullets curse and swear Paint scarlet ribbons through your ice blonde hair Scarlet ribbons burst the skies Scarlet ribbons haunt my eyes Then time stands still as I drift away Drift away to that sun-kissed day When we kissed goodbye, you began to cry Then I did too, as I wallowed in your eyes of blue Ran my fingers through your...

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Pastel ribbons of an evening sky Another day has come to an end A palette so beautiful it can make you cry We can’t wait to do it again Some were born, some fell in love and others have walked on Laughter and tears make a full day and fill our dreams between sunset and the dawn Pastel ribbons of...

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Ribbons Soon my ribbons will have to tie themselves, and I’ll go public if they don’t. ...

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The fresh round-faced babe wears a teeny ribbon in her hair Did they attach it with a bit of glue or what? It is the only indicator she might be a she. Little girls in Sunday school have ribbons on their socks, Their collars, the edges of lace on their dresses Their satin sheen shines up nicely, sprucing them a...

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ribbons of brown and grey roads bedraggled by Helene first published in Kukai @The Haiku Foundation 09/03/2024 ...

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painted finger nails red ribbons in curly hair dog grooming with flare...

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I’d quite like to steal away titles Run fast with them Almost tumbling, the poem a ribbon trailing I see them all but I imagine the trip And an angry poet catching up with me Telling me not to break unwritten rules So I’m not ( ...

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Ribbons of ethereal beauty By Michelle Morris 26/03/2023 Dancing under the stars You and I are aligned Our souls are eternal We have a gift that's timeless The Universe's magic It blesses us every day We are mysterious and wild We are innocent and playful The ribbons of ethereal beauty They tie bows around our hearts Our joy is forever overflowing Our love expands our warmth ©...

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Ribbons Thoughts are flowing like water passing under the bridge. There are rivulets that form ribbons... of greater meaning found in the lower reaches. There is where the fish swim in schools, and there are no fools. Grandpa always got up early. He took me with him when he could. We walked to the river's edge... and...

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RIBBONS beyond the fallible with  inherent  vulnerabilities interspersed in   the intimacy of assorted fairy   tales   discovering modernity & refuting the myth so thoroughly of progress so arbitrary cultural  moments at the forefront   of discourse in the narrative of personal life on its   own terms neither perfect nor imperfect ever ongoing  references to  validity of relationships as  a way of  making sense of the world NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so...

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Red Ribbon Week and I have a new novelty junk for kids’ kit. Pencils, suckers, bookmarks, red ribbons; the kids will have a fit. There is a plethora of choices of novelties this week. but I know better than to give them a choice or a peek. So, I make an executive decision, quick like long-haul truckers. Kindergarten through second...

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With colors of orange and gold, Autumn inflames my heart and soul. Yet, I lament Summer's passing; its dead leaves crunching, as I stroll. Cold nights, ink tree-top canopies with colors of orange and gold. And brisk breezes blow in like thieves, stealing breath's fogy contrails. Fall is a seasonal package wrapped in multicolored ribbons. With colors of orange and gold; Jack Frost paints deciduous trees. Fall...

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In halls of idol wind Ribbons of rain Ribbons of pain Ribbons of the insane Flying down the avenues Hands clutching the wheel Eyes blur as my mind swims… of my intellect's ravaged ruined labyrinth. Tangling in the rivers of my specter ridden waste. Ribbons pulling tight The passion' of complex structure. The cutting of the flesh in life. The ribbons of rain Dulled and stained Running out...

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Here I sit... Behind steering wheel. My back is numb My head reels. Cars pass me left and right Ribbons of crimson taillights Leave traces behind my eye Deep in my mind. Speeding headlong into the deep Blue indigo night. I clench the wheel with white fingers... Close at hand... In mind like cob webs in dark tombs. Cars shoot by as if hell's at their...

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