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Tress Poems - Poems about Tress


Premium Member A Tress of Hair
Cocoon of late afternoon, amber-shuttered, the day on hold for each secret moment in sweet suffocating gold, trembling to touch the sensual warmth of its coiling comet; to let it travel, let it all unravel, feel it unfold a fan of gold across his face and see the day through hints and tints of saffron glints; gilt silk enwrapping and caressing lips against...

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Categories: tress, desire, hair, sensual,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Pearls On Curls of Tress
The twilight cloud drizzles pearls on you, pristine patina flows on curls of tress ebony, rave rapture drenches me, you’ve no clue. The twilight cloud drizzles pearls on you, setting scarlet sun sprinkles dreamy hue, surreal crystals cascade in silent symphony. The twilight cloud drizzles pearls on you, pristine patina flows on curls of tress ebony. _______________ January 22, 2022 Word Count : 56 (PS...

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Categories: tress, beautiful, hair, imagery, rain,
Form: Triolet



The Song Tress Love
* the story of Antogo, was written in 1898, by a less famous author by the name of Altourgum or Aultourgium, the Novus, said to have been born to a female stripper in Sweden. He was the son of a defected confederacy soldier who defected to Sweden during the American Civil war. He left America, with the money they...

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Categories: tress, adventure, america, appreciation, black
Form: Ballade
Mess of Tress In An Upside Down World
A girl and a boy walking in front, (In my college one day, I saw) she had such long shiny hair - smooth silken threads of black - he wore it cropped short; Wishing that girl's hair were mine, I turned green. I crossed them and cast a backward glance. No wonder my face turned beet red, (glad my eyes did not fall out) The...

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Categories: tress, change, hair, world,
Form: Nonet
Tress'
Hope cradles for its faction ~ nest the will to live, a place to rest and age disciples, as is blest while dreams recycle, best by best! Yet through some ministry's ingest a truth survives, not counterfeit that time is not the combing's wrest, but faith's forebearance adds the tress'!...

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Categories: tress, seasons, time
Form: Monorhyme




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