Tousled Poems - Poems about Tousled

... a scapigiliata lady with disshevelled hair natural uncombed tousled eyes half-closed mouth slightly shaped in an ambiguous smile lingers for while ......

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...To the clouds- a tousled crown of green, a bump in the fabric of land. To the deer- a hall of silent pillars, woven shadows, mighty temples. To the rain- a fleeting flash of green and bro......

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... Sintered from the dust of dying stars This vessel of mine was, By hands that reached down Through the veil above, And together with one generous breath Bestowed upon it This uncanny spark—thi......

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...the wind blows, caressing my skin, my hair is tousled, i make no attempt to fix it. breathe, once and then twice. the waves crash against the shore, my heart fills with a strange sense of peace......

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... Be dark or fair, folk have pride in their hair Although often hair leads one to despair Finding it's tousled and tied up in knots After sleeping upon one's precious locks. Or whe......

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...It was grandma’s last winter. I watched her hurry outside to split enough wood so her old kitchen stove would burn through the new storm she felt gathering along the horizon, its first eiderd......

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...The other woman lives inside of you; I can see her silhouette in your eyes. Her tendons twist through yours, interwoven, down through your fingertips, I see her there. The other woman lives ins......

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... The sky is blue, the blossoms pink, A world of colors made to think Of girls with bows and boys with toys— Of butterflies and croaking frogs. A little girl in lace and light Will chase the w......

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...My heart cried Please loved him no more. It hurt more and more than before. My brain questioned Why did you keep on thinking of him for? You should practise "Out of sight, out of mind" My eyes......

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...I feel my skin opening, like an oyster revealing its fragile pearl, The sweet cocoon of sixteen years has cracked, releasing the sour butterflies of seventeen, "Sour" seems the right word, the natu......

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... Disarrayed sands dislodged from timeless domain, dropped by chaotic instants, settle ceaseless, bemused on stratified shelf of languid life, disorgani......

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..."Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened" by Anatole France Animals: all the various kinds every shape or color I'd choose I'd love them all, not one left behind......

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...Jessamyn's Song (circa age 14-16) by Michael R. Burch 16 There are meadows heathered with thoughts of you, where the honeysuckle winds in fragrant, tangled vines down to the water's edge. ......

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...A wisp of wind tousled curls Cloaks the eyes of Madonna Watch as her beauty unfurls A brief glimpse of Nirvana......

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... Humans are quite a deciduous lot. It's our nature, but not Mother's motif. We fall from grace without faith and belief when fleshly flaws make us stumble, besot. Tousled emotions are tie......

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