Scarf Poems - Poems about Scarf

Burgundy Red Scarf

oh
love
be
that
lovely rose
wearing
her
burgundy red
scarf

a yellow silk scarf

A Yellow silk scarf
He bought a yellow silk scarf at a second-hand shop
In Cheshire, the type actors were, when meeting for
A drinks party; the mirror told me he wore the scarf
With seedy elegance, which normally comes to those
Who has no self-awareness, better still, ignores what
Other people think.
In Ashdod, someone broke into his cabin, the thief

The Scarf

Winter swirls on the morning mist  
Undulating clouds blowing west. 
Cobwebs clear with a forceful fist  
Winter swirls on the morning mist  
A snatch of red wool to untwist
Caught in an updraft on the crest 
Winter swirls on the morning mist
Undulating clouds blowing west

The glow of lights beckoning home
A snatch of red

Thought you took your woolen scarf

Meredee returned to the house shivering from the cold.
I thought you took your woolen scarf, said her Grandma Bold.
I did, she said, but her teeth were shaking, her fate sealed.
Look here grandma, said her daughter, staring out into the field.
Outside was a tiny Scottish calf, with woolen scarf around his neck you see.
I had to

Teddy Bears Hat and Scarf

Helen had a teddy bear’s hat of blue 
She had a teddy bear’s scarf
I bet her underwear is full of bears too
Said an uncouth guy name of Barf

I have regular white panties today
She said primly in a not very nice way
Irritated that is what he did say
Barf and she never got along at all after

The Scarf

If I was a piece of clothing,
I think I'd be a scarf.

I try to keep people warm,
But sometimes I'm just scratchy instead.

I am forgotten on a cold winter's night,
When the winds blow at the nape of your neck,
And you wonder why I was left at home.

Or perhaps you think you don't need me,
And I sit

The Black Scarf

Early morning in one
Mother take a bus ride to the city
Blank by its aim
No one knows why. 

She cried as she goes back at two
But I could swear
Her black handkerchief was on her head. 

Her children went around her
To comfort her
There was only sob and deep breath
That I could hear. 

Almost dusk, we take our

Who Should Wear a Scarf

Male wearers it makes women by half,
Even the man with a bulky calf;
In my office won’t be excused staff
Save female ones, “You save me your scarf!”

Quickly change their sex some men can,
Wise debates on what one should wear ban;
No more hunger to answer A Man:
Gender-blind has been a Dick Dan!

But does Dan need this decoration
That

The Old Iron Bridge

This old gal is desperate for a new coat
Rust covers her cracked and peeling frame, but
No one seems to notice for
In Winter, an icy lace shawls warmly wraps around her.
In Spring, misty dew drapes her shoulders.
In Summer, variegated greens and blues surround her like a fine silk scarf.
In Autumn, her mottled tones are enveloped within

She Looked Like

She Looked Like… 
A Christmas tree
Decorated all over
With appendages!
A scarf round her neck
To keep out the chills
A mask on her face
To keep the virus
Out of her place
Her internal workings 
Needing protection
And glasses… 
So she could see her way
To those essential shops
Where a smile might greet her
And take away…
The weight of her meagre shop
Later and returned

Scarf of Freedom

They say I am covered and oppressed 
But I am just modestly dressed

I can walk, I can talk
I can agree to disagree
To be who I want to be
I am free

This scarf I wear represents my dignity
It is a mark of my modesty
My past, my culture
My present, my future

So make no mistake of the way I

The Weathered Scarf of Tartan Pain

What is it then that holds us in its grasp
For fear has fled and love too long denied
Restrains itself within the hour of taps
Binding itself to latent tears uncried

For time will pass among the stoic stones
Count cadence for the passing hood and scythe
As leaves of broken dreams that hang alone 
Cling to failed promises of

A Scarf

I always thought a scarf was simply
Meant to warm your neck
And wore one only when I set out
On a winter trek.

But one day, having left mine home,
Just walking several blocks
I shivered from my turtleneck
Right to my woolen socks.

I tried that walk again that day,
My scarf, though, wrapped ‘round tight
And coziness enveloped me;
The wind just couldn’t

Scarf

SCARF



                                               bruised
       

Silken Scarf

You’re like a   red silken  scarf caught in the deep thorny brambles of my mind. 
One that I let slip through my fingers And set Adrift for years on zephyrs of quantum time.
And miraculously you lightly floated back with flashes of crimson and black 
As it got embroiled, torn and flailing ,

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