Ruffles Poems - Poems about Ruffles

...She dresses spicy with ruffles and satin so bright. We know she’s here, because the air gets light. The chiffon on her sleeves are the palest tan. She dances in high boots, with cutouts that can. ......Read the rest...

...May your days be filled with happiness, joy and laughter Always know that I love you, a poem is what I’ll gift forever after You’re in my heart and soul, as a child and as I m......Read the rest...

...In the evening's ebbing twilight I sit beneath the arc of a tree's bending bough and wait for my love to appear on the hill atop the meadow Here in the calmness of the sunset I see a sky of l......Read the rest...

...I write my thoughts on paper, let ink of my soul glow, amidst the grief I carry in echoing stillness, for it is through words, I’ve found healing,...Read the rest...

...“…Your life is sacred. There is and always has been a path for your soul, and if you follow that path, it will lead you to the inner utopia that your soul longs to experience in this lifetime.” De......Read the rest...

...When death had nestled, a lady overwhelmed by sleep, Between the chasms of my being, like a butterfly in a cocoon, I embraced her to my chest that whispered seraphic tales, And I heard the r......Read the rest...

...Prima donna cat had ruffles on top of ruffles. She looks clown like said our clown Muffles. She is doing okay, she looks pretty a butterfly said. She was so thrilled, she danced way past his head.......Read the rest...

...She haunted me as a child, Staring quietly from her watercolor world. Her strange presence called me. Powder-white skin and rouge cheeks, Pencil-thin brow over Dark-rimmed eyes Shedding a s......Read the rest...

... I sit with sullen memories, alone on an amber shore. A balmy breeze ruffles my hair as I recall a night of wildling winds that took you away, my love. It violently ripped us apart......Read the rest...

...Flying across the white expanse a dull day becomes coloured with the distant foggy black marks of flight opening wings wide like a murder of beaks thirsty for the blood of the ink of other......Read the rest...

...When nature wilts into a colorless haven, metaphors of death sprout from timeless roots~ easing through relentless gales of grief. Like the lulling......Read the rest...

...I am beautiful no matter how dirty I feel There is beauty from ashes to ashes and dust to dust, and muddy water has never been so clear, wilting petals never so strong Life is a journey and there y......Read the rest...

...To my enemies, cloaked in t w i n k l i n g topaz~ I’ve become immune to your illusive m a n t r a s, recited in roseate refrains. I’ve learned to see the vermilion f l o a t i n......Read the rest...

...Generous praises offered by friends might mislead sometimes. Confusing the core of friendship is beyond their thought list. It's when, like a broken gong, the church bell faultily chimes. Even the......Read the rest...

...I want to swim in the golden rivers of your heavenly haven, wading through every swirl and twirl flowing in splendiferous streams. Taste of your warmth courses down ruffles within my ribs, pulsat......Read the rest...