Thistledown Poems - Poems about Thistledown

... You built your house upon the mist, The sea-sigh cradled every beam, And winds like lost and wistful souls Would lean against your fevered dream. You wore the sky against your hair, The stub......

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...The balmy breeze wafted over the prairie, Where yellow cowslips huddled in patches. And here and there I heard a whisper echoing: Love her, love her, love her. But she seemed deaf and pref......

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...There was an old woman, who lived in town, She had seven cats, all of whom wore frowns, When crimson butterflies left, each sundown, Off to their sweet dreams, in the thistledown. Much more fun......

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...With fanciful thoughts swarming like locusts, When my mind runs bizarre, I look for a quiet spot To sit and jot them down, not bothering if they ring or rhyme At times, like gurgling......

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...Plumed gems flit and flutter from whitest Queen Anne's Lace to purple thistledown; roadside attraction.......

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...We played a lot of games, the stars dancing of their loud laughs. They seemed cluster of angels surrounded me with their songs too. I wanted to close my eyelids, to listen their innocent voi......

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...pouring rooibos tea for no one but me. the high whistle would not be a sound if it was all alone. still, i set out three florid cups — to gratify Lily-Bell an......

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...The cold hands of the night crept in from the walls, But hurts like the slave master's steel, And still, the shivers building up around my spine stung from within my glommy soul, Shattering my ner......

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...plumed gems flit and flutter from whitest Queen Anne's Lace To purple thistledown roadside treasure......

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...Early in the morning of 13 February 1692, in the aftermath of the Glorious Revolution and the Jacobite uprising of 1689 led by John Graham of Claverhouse, a massacre took place in Glencoe, in the Hig......

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...riding on a puff of wind thistledown......

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...The Queen of fairies fell asleep upon a bed of thistledown. And didn't notice the hours creep as she dreamt of a golden gown. She was to meet the setting sun, so she waited with bated ......

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...Blowing up On the thistledown tail Dancing in grooves Of Vulcans palm Printed in a horses ear Swimming in a fish's gills Cleverly caught To be spread on butterfly wings Shouting, “I want ......

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...His Velvet voice Rusty growl Gentle pauses caress the veiled swell Her secret beneath a tailored vest Radiant warmth spreads thistledown shuffles throug......

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...The wild asses' rough hair Similar to their diet of briars and thistledown Kicking and braying and sit down A wild donkey was he Not understanding nor had sympathy Much like the wild ass......

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