Combed Poems - Poems about Combed

...Father is dressed in grim face and a white shirt, His unfriendly face could win the heart of Hitler – mother combed her hair this time and her deep brown eyes carries heavy love for her family. i......Read the rest...

... where you must float around me a snapped stone melted into that bottom of water glass beside myself, drift currents it shattered up to sunrise and rippled through my shirt for my heart with......Read the rest...

...The unseen maestro, the wily whistling whisperer, Cunningly twirls a sway in the bending trees, Dabs, daubs and draws impasto clouds in the sky, Lilts, entices, leaves to dance in tune, as it whis......Read the rest...

...For some enchanted evenings... The following scenario imagined after the hoopla of Democratic National Convention miracle workers Kamala Harris and Tim Walz trumpeted politically wholesome zea......Read the rest...

... When he came back from the war So much different than before. He would sit and stare at the wall. Thinking there was nothing more. Do you know what I mean. Because nobody knew what he had se......Read the rest...

...Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night In my ramshackle torn straw old bed The mice are chewing my toes And the bedbugs bite Elephants dancing in my head I think to myself "It's not ......Read the rest...

... Is not ‘Mother’ the sweetest word in the dictionary? She's one’s closest friend, companion, and guide. How can I restrict her within the frame of a poem, when my entire world circled......Read the rest...

..."A dressed day has disrobed into the depth of a drawer's nightstand." (Oh, how positively awesome that what can be sorted out in such an explanatory pattern that a difference would maketh a day.)......Read the rest...

... Written: January 22, 2024 _________________________________________ I hear the wild cry as I sleep, no roaming goats or gulls or sheep. Tire them out, no trace of drea......Read the rest...

... A tear in his heart, zigzagging on his own two feet, he combed through his emotions, back and forth, up and down, he was apprehensive but hopeful. A silver lining, A thread to keep him bound. Pray.......Read the rest...

...COLOURFUL LAMENT I combed cool waters of your baby blue crystalline Jewel as you waded waterfall waves washing my stellar rainbow rays Arching it melted into the warm womb of transducing......Read the rest...

... IN THE NIGHTS OF TIME. By: Godwill Larry. December 23, 2023. People dance in life, unrestricted by a single melody; a tapestry woven with threads of diverse cultures, where the gathering of ......Read the rest...

...This reindeer was almost too prancy-dancy, Way too eager to look pretty and fancy. I did not know what to tell my neice Lancy. I doubted that he had any interest in her. Too pretty, too neat, o......Read the rest...

...Encomium for cumulative collection of trash The pyromaniac within yours truly beckons sacrificial ritual mine burning (man's) sacred plastic bags of rubbish (comprised of: hairs combed, ditto......Read the rest...

...The cat, named Cat, has died. The silky Persian who nested in my grandson’s arms. Strange, how things of the past are only a few weeks old. The cat dampened the dog’s fox with his tongue whil......Read the rest...