Henna Poems - Poems about Henna

... She wore a tiffany hat with a bow and six big plumes of red and white, it had an ultra wide asymmetrical brim that rolled up to one side. When it came to dames like this I believe God ran out......

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...the s p a c e between us,    is lined with full stops         and wistful questions~ tucked within "inverted commas"             of w e e p i n g stars,   but I'm lost  in suffocating......

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...do we want to know what’s behind it - it the show, the drama, the comedy, the crown? roll the tape, blind us to the truth of the goofs snapping turtles, caramel the lines deceased irreverence r......

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...I'm torn in poetry ~ like a fractured syllable scattered across altars of glistening gold, mirroring the maskless faces of those, who once sold their sanctity for sins. Perhaps, the......

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...Ah... methinks I could sleep forever Basking in a supine position with eyes wide shut while the space heater churns out fast moving molecules of heat solitudinarian drowsy thinker fêted by mi......

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... You were there standing quietly taken by one look at you your beauty, exotic, excited me true your dress was simply blue. I cannot lie, my inarticulation at the sight of sunsets in your e......

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..." Perhaps, life is just a disaster wrapped in fairy-glow fragments ~ shimmering with stars of death... " O' beloved moment of time, take me where I belong, in the henna haze of scentless l......

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...I take her delicate hand in mine, With flowers and swirls, I seek to entwine. Pretty it’ll look, and smell even better— Henna on the hands of this girl of mine. She selects a pattern from......

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...We draw life's patterns, vibrant and bold, We arrange our karma, both new and old. In the mandala of time, we place our stories, In the chakra of days, we set our glories. We shape tales of a......

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... Among the shadows of the night I hear your footsteps the scent of jasmine on your henna-dyed hair. I remember how you looked then as I ponder upon twilight summers ......

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...Monsoon mornings are like a seedless vase filled with paralyzed petals. I sit reminiscing, the fleeting frequencies of his ancient clock, now cloaked in coal cobwebs composing skeletal memories......

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...normally I think tattoos look strange on women’s bodies this time the tattooing looks like henna, delicate and pretty I have no critiques, am rather in awe this time actually......

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... In the manicured meadow of woeful weeds, where hope sprouts amidst forlorn fragrance of frozen seeds, I dance to the hypnotic breeze, hanging on saintly strings with cosmic eyes, unraveli......

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...Let me not delve deep on what panned out thence, The gloom of nights deepened still further dense, And there was time I felt a puny pawn, My wanderings meandered when till dawn— A pawn being ......

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...I remember Cleopatra's moon, as triangles of time unveiled pyramids embalmed in juniper, incensing golden dreams. While in desolate dunes of the sunrise Sahara, I've engraved your initi......

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