Tousles Poems - Poems about Tousles

...After five days of nonstop rain, I simply must go outside. I bundle up, slip my hands into my gloves, walking briskly toward the nearby woods. The November morning has a bite; it nibbles not-quite-ge......Read the rest...

...I step outside; the autumn breeze tousles my hair. The newly chilled air moves the clouds, streaks of brilliance breaking through from a patient sun. I watch my breath mingle with the crisp, cold aut......Read the rest...

...Turning sideways, once more I lay crouched in bed, Not compelled to wake up and run round the clock. The family, gone on a four-day adventurous trip. Left to myself, may I devour this ......Read the rest...

...Turning sideways, once more I lay crouched in bed, Not compelled to wake up and run round the clock. The family, gone on a four-day adventurous trip. Left to myself, may I devour this calm with no......Read the rest...

...Stars twinkle in the sky A gentle breeze tousles the hair And without a care We roast marshmallows Over a bonfire Gazing into the flame Caught in a trance The crackle and pop A fragrant mem......Read the rest...

...With speedy, gutsy ease her Irish father rolls up the front room rug Gaelic music lathers the air in merriment Nelligen at 8, composed snags our attenti......Read the rest...

...how I yearn for July and that fat summer sun the long sunny days and the eves' sultry fun but sweet April's weep while it runs to the rills is a soft song of spri......Read the rest...

...It stands there in an empty feild deprived of laughter and footsteps upon its boards. It stands there looking strong and bold yet somehow feeble. The wind blows threw it's rafters And to......Read the rest...

...Joy of the Lord Joy refuses to hide or wear a disguise Bouncing brightness – bliss on springs; Dances on tiny toes of fiery flamencos No colorless embraces –knows the steps; No shadows of gr......Read the rest...

... Only in September does my essence find release When the blaze of moments infects my hunger for raw *wantonness...* Gulls skitter on coastlines and reel overhead Their croons her......Read the rest...

...how I yearn for July and that fat summer sun the long sunny days and the eves' sultry fun but sweet April's weep while it runs to the rills is a soft song of spri......Read the rest...

...Lines reign rectangular beyond widely sombre dour density of inhabitants Living rendered responsible behind wisely secure doors definitely insure us Neighbours harbour unfamiliar stories Me......Read the rest...

...A fire burns orange and bright in stark contrast against the black Bohemian sky, crackling hard over sounds of a furious pen scratching coffee stained parchment, pausing to stoke flames, ......Read the rest...

...September meets with warm embrace, quickening the harvest pace, though looming autumn can't efface what's left of summer's arid grace. The linen hanging on the line dances with the gust a......Read the rest...

...Her sheer and black silk dress hangs, Floats, sways snapping to a stop, it snaps to her defiant stand. Her dress is discarded to the air, luring my eyes, Reeling me to her every command, But I ......Read the rest...