Scarf Out Poems - Poems about Scarf Out

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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SCARF bruised ...

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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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The Gold Scarf It’s colors are red and gold. Blending together in a wild design; like a dream. I hold it soft, against my cheek. And watch it’s pattern in the light. Tonight I retrieved it from the branch; Where I had left it, ...

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