Strands Poems - Poems about Strands

... Your flushing face winsome in the wild wind, the ebony strands of hair insolent, flutter unbridled. Some swirl squally, threading the gushing gale, on the ivory forehead their lattice capture......Read the rest...

...In the days that gradually thin, sprinkled with the last strands of sand, Evening descends upon my old and warm soul, Bony and stiff fingers, yearning for the warmth of the waning summer, As the a......Read the rest...

...At the crossroads between nights and longing, He carries within him a season forgotten, With a liver like sodden earth, chilled beneath dead leaves, Viscera stirred by the silvery thrill of the vo......Read the rest...

...In the secretive corners of the soul, Where you are guided by the whispers of loss, There hides the seed of poetry — A precious stone born from the unseen pressure of pain. An ancient ritual in a......Read the rest...

...When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows I flow in the dreams to where the sun glows prepares for lark sounds tethered to thistles sprout winged feathers disting......Read the rest...

... Stelliferous the stars o’erspread that lace the heavens overhead and sparkle plentifully bright to grace the atramental night when face of lumined sol has fled. Sidereals the skies embed......Read the rest...

...On the prairies in the land of the living sky a passion for watching the infusion of colours as clouds endlessly float by some lined with silver others the purest of white from thick heavy l......Read the rest...

...Growing my hair down below my knees... stimulated courtesy follicles, where Coconut, Olive, Grapeseed, Jojoba, Amla and Vitamin E oils allowed, enabled, and provided head start germinating pe......Read the rest...

...The pillow queen stokes her empire her quivering hand follows her letter to all it may concern cry in the dark although she maybe strong, made out of ploughshares the sun still flickers so......Read the rest...

... Ebullient ecstasy cascades carefree in the winding valley of the teeming time, changes the tenuous tenor with the reflection of the chromatic sky in the overflowing palette, paintin......Read the rest...

...old newspapers, stacked, saved yellow and crumble with age something significant, lost if touched chemical reaction with mere air maybe once it was there for all to see an element of fame, reco......Read the rest...

...The mirror reflects a lifetime etched upon my skin; a canvas of stories whispered through maturity. I stand before it, middle-aged and exposed, my nakedness laid bare. My image holds no ju......Read the rest...

... Whisper, rain, whisper! drip-drop…pitter-patter!!!! A misty drizzling dawn, watching playful rain carrying on a mischievous conversation with the wind ! Tall majestic trees shaking their ......Read the rest...

...They get tangled when crocheting. Much like hair, they weave dreams. It changes shape, changes form, when touched with barehand, it crumbles, triggers a storm. They say, 2.537 million light-......Read the rest...

...(In a Lush Garden Somewhere Out There) The student stands where shifting sands of thought, Once firm with reason, now elusive truths are sought. Its splendor wanes, a threadbare, fading s......Read the rest...