Best Strands Poems

Slate gray streets made even darker by cutting raindrops
Umbrellas popping up everywhere, people seeking shelter

But I stayed put, wanting to get drained with the rain,
then I hear this tinkling voice that says, “Don’t you just love it when it rains?!”

I look at her wearily and...

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Silver Strands

Platinum it was, not a hint of gold
Silver tiara was grandma’s crown
Brushed over her head, to a bun rolled
She always refused to wear it down

It shone in the sun silvery bright
Her bun boasted a badge of honor
Holocaust survivor fled at night
Now in the free...

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Her dark hair, laced with silver strands,
cascaded once with sable glint,
then lost (with drifting of the sands
of time) the chasteness of its tint.

It still grows long, but she has kept
her dark hair laced with silver strands
pulled back, attractively upswept,
at times enwrapped in stylish bands.

She misses...

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I still have the afghan you made for me all
those years ago mother
Although I have washed the afghan dozens
of times the silver strands are still interlaced
through the yarn

I feel your love and warmth each time I cover 
myself with this special afghan.
You are always here...

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Mirror mirror on the wall
I went to the beauty salon today
Silver strands ~ gone
Long dark wavy hair ~ beautiful 
Bet you're jealous ~ ha

Twirling away and singing "because I'm happy" by Pharrell Williams 

Six weeks later...

Mirror mirror on the wall
If you keep showing those silver...

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Beneath the earth in the vale of the kings
For countless years undiscovered, unseen
In an old leather bag bound with brass rings
A necklet so rare, ‘twas fit for a queen

This beautiful piece with deep lustrous shine
In beaten red gold and fine silver strands
A stunning linked chain...

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Tuppy

Silver strands silver bands and the rings on her hands,
Her hair was the colour of grey,
Eyes far away, with the thoughts of her day,
As her grandson an audience sought,
I was there that day, with an empty head thought,
just a boy, but loved this I say.

As...

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One fine morning the mirror showed
some silver strands in my black hair
though few in number but very bold
started sprouting here and there.

For me it was a disadvantage
started thinking to get rid of them
so that I could hide actual age
told my son,'Let's start a new game'.

With...

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strands of pearls
falling gracefully 
where they may



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on December 16, 2019...

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The master forces his clowns to laugh 
when polka dots become the wearers.
An audience roars…a  pained choreograph;
behind the scene,  the wounded howl tears.

What man is he who tugs the moppet strands?
Twisting acts at whim for raunchy tricks
and controlling moves through strict demands,
only to...

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Will strands of thread hold

Hidden thoughts within my mind

Words never spoken

Fearing to give utterance

Or will silence be broken.




(February 9, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved...

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the hairdresser
cut my long silver strands—
locks of love


Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  Silver Strands 	Sponsored by: Susan Burch...

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Strands of dried leaves that
hang about your neck,
they dance with each motion,
their bodies rustle in wonder.
Did you notice the stripes
on the bathroom walls?
Orange, cream,
rotten green,
shivering in the electric air.
My hands find the ground,
hard and cold,
they count each tile.

Three-hundred-thirty-five.

The interwoven lines that the tiles create
form the...

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The heaves and the roars and the sighs
Are less frightening to passer-bys
Than the terrible moans 
Of the hollowed out stones
Which bring forth the dead sailors’ cries.


The sky in the west has gone red,
Dyeing rocks on whom many have bled
Men defended their homes
Legends filled foreign tomes:
Devil’s...

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I decided to take the high road...let nature have a say
I’ll let my hair go natural...I will embrace the grey

So I stripped the color...saw it wash right down the drain
Studied myself in the mirror...luckily, I still looked sane

I put on a fitted skirt, and headed...

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