Short Scarves Poems
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Fierce raging riqq fire
Smoldering bare feet arching
Flickering bright scarves
By Robb A. Kopp
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red cannas fading
like last year's old, worn-out scarves
sad to see them go
written September 11, 2021
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letters lie crumpled
when will you read them again?
open tiny tin locket
memories hidden
way back in chest of drawers
warm? among the socks and scarves
She came down,
the Lady on the Tree,
leaving her silk scarves hung.
She came back for them
at a late hour,
before the owls come.
4/12/2018
WINTER’S RELEASE
Rejuvenation from Winter’s cold clasp
Unwind scarves, store coats, warm hearts
Pollyanna petals
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Kimo form
Thirty three below zero with windchill
freezes exposed flesh so very quickly.
Scarves wrapped round and round make winter mummies
covered head to toe against the bitter cold.
Tricolor yarn soft as a baby
Do I knit or do I crochet?
Slip stitch, one knit, one purl
Scarves, booties, and blanket
One stitch at a time
Soft and pretty
So much joy
Hooker
Fun
linger-longer
wait-a-while
to perceive
the cadence in a smile
echoing a beat of heart
in a chest of draws
with namesakes
hidden
under the knickers
hankies
scarves and socks.
Axes, throwing stars, and two silk scarves.
How do you release that passion?
Now you’ll remember how to
riot in the rage room,
with pure precision.
Be prudent scar
with a bold
direct
hit.
Cosmic dancer unfurls her ardent truths
swirling her empathetic scarves of hope
infusing onlookers with glimpses of future joys
optimism and hope surrounding their nation
Cosmic dancer of India
So Sleek Wearing Scarves
She seems sleek while wearing scarves,
And then herself to death often starves;
Learned as of late,
Would lose weight;
Uses knife and from her body fat carves.
Jim Horn
Elements synthesize
Establishing brilliance
Mosaic
Sound elevates
Electric symphonies
Frequency
Vocals ascend
Ricocheting amour
Phoenix
Speech perishes
Shock scarves
Mastery
Elements synthesize
Establishing brilliance
Mosaic
Sound elevates
Electric symphonies
Frequency
Vocals ascend
Ricocheting amour
Phoenix
Speech perishes
Shock scarves
Mastery
No need for coats,
no need for scarves,
No frosty breath,
no icy curves.
Sunlight dances
On my face,
A gentle touch
A fine delight.
The warmth today
For winter play,
As birds soar high
In azure sky.
It takes ten minutes
to dawn coat and gloves
scarves and boots and woolen caps
earmuffs and face masks
Pry open the frozen door
and step outside
wait thirty seconds for the dog to pee
and run back into the house
chiffon scarves whirling
tiny bells tingling
belly dancer jiggling
her arms and legs spraying and flaying
her veil concealing her loveliness
we watched in fascination
a cultural whirlwind
enticing us all to be better women
Something happens at this time of year -
drifting, changing as months go by:
heat becomes cold, light to dark,
time melts like falling snow,
words float in white mist.
Feet stomp, scarves wrap,
skin covered
from air,
chill.
Room to shake my tambourine
That’s all I ask, and a space to dance
And twirl my scarves and entice you to pay
A corner to read your palm and collect silver
A tiny nook to park tarot and runes
Most of all a place to shake my bracelets
Wind’s a’whipping;
Branches thrashing.
Chairs are flipping;
Teeth are gnashing.
Garbage flying;
Scarves wrapped double.
Those home sighing,
Sweats and stubble.
Wind chill saying
It’s much colder.
Those out paying,
Being bolder.
Wearing warm wool
is in this year, and you will find
wearing warm wool
tall models looking very cool
in designer gear, every kind
and men with hats and scarves that wind
wearing warm wool
Margaret Foster Sept 2011
Contest: Weave a Rondelet
Sponsor: Nette Onculd
A pirates life is the one for me,both of us sailing on the seven seas,finding treasure,stealing gold,story’s of our life at sea to be told..skull and crossbones scarves on our heads,searching for treasure along the sea bed,I wouldn’t want it any other way,a pirate forever I will always stay
Under the cover of deep darkness
Hidden in some obscure corner
Cowering beneath layers of blankets,
My head wrapped in scarves
buried under a pile of pillows…
No matter what,
Oh, upon my poor soul,
I just couldn’t hide from my thoughts.
~A Brian Strand contest.
Its winter time
Everything is frozen with ice
Children are skating on the pond
Their noses are red and so are their faces
Fingers and toes are cold
People are bundled up in hats, scarves, jackets, sweaters and snow pants
But the main thing is that there is a sense of happiness in the air
winding scarves on my face
blowing air through my skin
skirting around my legs searching
in my soul rooting out the pegs
of memory of other winds of
time spaceless nameless
places and scenes that are
past and gone lifted up out of
sorrow far away gone gone
long gone free with the wind
Wintry weather wearies the mind
Another snowstorm's on the way
Icy roads can leave you in a bind
Wintry weather wearies the mind
You lose your gloves, scarves left behind
You shiver beneath skies of gray
Wintry weather wearies the mind
Another snowstorm's on the way
1-10-2026