Strands Poems - Poems about Strands

...Times are old and frail, Since my eyes blessed upon, Your feline strutting under A night sky, ahead of sun rise How my fingers devoured, Your darling strands of silk As your crystal black......Read More

...In a forest lived a man. A man who lived in a tree. This tree, they say, was the largest tree in the sound forest. The tree had many parts within it: A vast canopy for hanging and swinging, a Y......Read More

...Swollen by your love and affection you said you loved me well, I guess you showed your love everyday cause everyday I would swell It hurts inside to see the man that I once knew for taste, but eve......Read More

...I cherish every precious lock of my hair as a keepsake Twas partly on account of yours truly being incarnation of Samson; spouse and I wed please fate, don't say alopecia didst tread; though a......Read More

... The dusty, dead strands of summer grass has resurrected into plump green clumps knee deep in the ooze of boggy ground. Now almost winter, something moves in the cold, set to reclaim the pla......Read More

...Time’s scorched peach, spread syrupy soft rolling thick then thin its umber, gossamer Inside a dome gone silent, beating bacchii pulsated a slow awakening like oozing sap lazily rolling as a veil......Read More

... tenuous strands lithely tethering the soul to reality... strummed unevenly by life sharp notes compose a subtle dirge of mournful ambivalence 14 May 2023......Read More

...Slang.. Chick-fil-a = the best place ever jade = brooke = gorgeous mishin = the boss, as in “You aren’t the boss of me.” Orpheus We’re on vaycay. School is OVER, COVID is over. We’re......Read More

...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 i......Read More

...And now we are two otters Set peacefully adrift In kelp strands entwined By anemone gardens There is just you and me Upon emerald waters The simplest gift Is your hand in mine And I am safe......Read More

...Wyandotte shaman's medicine bag was new but had the feeling of old soul spirit someone had spent hours fashioning it I felt undeniable power as I held it in my hands the stones had been especiall......Read More

...Saturday afternoon The wind blew hard this afternoon in Cascais whirls of dry soil, the dust, smarted eyes Not much fun walking around doing nothing looking into shop windows of expensive dress......Read More

...I am no longer in my youth, it has flown the coop, my bones, and joints won’t listen to my commands. I spend most of my days picking up dog poop. Don't get me wrong I'm happy to be in my age gro......Read More

... A bundle of joy she had arrived as a treasure with the dulcet deep eyes that sparkled like star. Rocking in our arms she held softly our fingers, down the years her silken touch linger......Read More

... Russalka There is no lifeboat for my lament Of which I happily partake Rocky nostalgia concusses me there Where the seaweed and pebbles play with my hair Murky green bites at my eyes ......Read More