Strands Poems

In the days that gradually thin, sprinkled with the last strands of sand

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 approach of autumn whispers again in the jingle of copper leaves.
My knees, never masters of the paths we'd still wander,
Bend under the weight

Tomorrow

TOMORROW

Tomorrow keeps on
Lifting her delicate hand
And flipping back strands of
Her colored, cherry-brown hair,
Which hang alonside her neck…
     Grown long enough to just touch
           Her collarbone.

Embellished with floral 
And feathered pins,
Her exquisite hair flows down
Like the ironed lines
 Of a cut and

Tiny Hands In Shiny Strands

In tiny hands, a glowing screen
A world of knowledge, or so it seems
But with each swipe, a deeper hole
And a growing disconnect, we can't control

Kids so young, with heads bowed low
Trapped in a world that we don't know
The light of life, so dimly lit
As screens become the new babysit

The lure of games, the children fall
An

Unknown, the Remnant Strands

It befalls on me the intensity,
Catapulted with dire immensity,
Within which lives the sensitivity,
Of them emotions built, the lightest. 

Then befell on me, the beknownst,
Whistled in hymnes and in absence,
The peculiarities in offsetting balances,
Them unknown like the remnant strands,
And today rejoicing to the kinds of sounds,
Evilly tracked and maximum on commands, 

Nursed the grievances forthwith,
Right so

Loose Strands

The spoken tongue has various strands
that uses them for words to utter
these need to be a breath so calm
for if not I'm left with my stutter

In all my years of life on earth
words have been a constant horror
struggle has always held me down
makes one wish to be better tomorrow

To be given a gift of strands
that

Silver Strands

captivating scene
a fly on the way to lunch
silver strands of silk

August 22, 2020

Tania Kitchin,  Haiku (Color w/ Alliteration) Contest

Strands

strands of pearls
falling gracefully 
where they may



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on December 16, 2019

Just Strands of Straw

Just Strands of Straw

I look into the mirror, 
my hair has dropped to the sink. 
It is a trail of tears, 
years of taking care of split ends, 
fluffing and drying, 
tying it up, 
leaving it down…
now, just gone.
My crown of glory
 it is…
 gone.
Maybe 
and
 more than likely,
forever…

Yet the Glory of My Lord, 
is

Delicate Strands of Sound

Flanked by violets and similes
   in a drafty den she pens
away fleet hours, pensive, concocting
   exotic brews of rarest essence

and scents, honey-tipped phrases
   in secret rhythmical chants  
known only to denizens of her
   innermost sanctum, where she,

perches, chin in hand, arranging
   delicate strands of

Strands of the Night

Full moon's gaze, does it gently look upon me. Etwined by moons gentle beams, as they fall softly upon cheek. 
Tangled in your soft gaze as does the rest of the world lay rest. Figures and shadows cast forth into various
hue's of grey. Deeper still... shadow cast forth on shadow, nothing to contast one from

Strands of Glitter

Drawn steadfastly upon my face 
neatness and precision; 
unturned yet quaintly ageless grace 
as I breathe the new dawn.

Excerpt from my poem, Ageless Grace   8/23/2019
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/ageless_grace_cm_1175424

9/15/2019

Arbitrium Divisa 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden

Light Frequency

I only tell of sunny hours...
Where my queen reins from the sky 
With her twinkling face and shining crown

Touching me with her magical strands
Throwing me in a new experience

She calls me out on light frequency
Boosting me with warmth delicacies

She takes off pain that’s hanging over me
hunts my sorrow; a hinge for me 
I live abundantly,

A Spider's Web

A Spider’s Web

a true engineering marvel
a mastery of tensile strength
flexible, firm, unrelenting

icky, sticky, viscous
this web most certainly is
all the better to trap prey
and cocoon them for later
for a tasty snack or dinner

its occupant . . . 
a predator supreme
a master acrobat
in the vaunted
historical tradition of
Darwin's bark spider
(Caerostris darwini)
a true web mastery
to behold 

the web’s silken-strands
give

Brexit Sonnet 16 - Diverse Woven Strands

Brexit Sonnet No.16
‘Diverse Woven Strands’
 

Our embroidered story, with boundaries crissed and crossed,
With boats and men ‘o horse in serried rows.
With comets, relics, hawks and battles lost
And headless, limbless men this fabric shows.
Some say it t’was the Kentish Saxon hand
Whose needle rudely stabbed the linen cloth.
Others swear title stems from William’s land;
But time flows by

Silver Strands

Mirror mirror on the wall
I went to the beauty salon today
Silver strands ~ gone
Long dark wavy hair ~ beautiful 
Bet you're jealous ~ ha

Twirling away and singing "because I'm happy" by Pharrell Williams 

Six weeks later...

Mirror mirror on the wall
If you keep showing those silver strands
I'm going to give you some cracks
Bet you won't like

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