Uncombed Poems - Poems about Uncombed

...Willie Winkie lived in a land of magic, in the region called Butterfly Haven; For Willie was a diminutive elf, like the violet blossoms, of purple fixation. Willie and his beloved wife, E......Read the rest...

...Peter (my bf) is coming to town - tonight. I’m breathy with excitement. My energy is so sick. “Someone scrape her off the walls,” Leong remarked, as I bounded out of my room this morning. Lisa winc......Read the rest...

...I aim to live in the here (ahem hair) and now... despite entrenched familiar obsessive compulsive disorder behavior distracting me courtesy countless what if scenarios, particularly before und......Read the rest...

...People came and went all night, welcomed by the warm evening, the 12-piece jazz band, rich restaurant aromas and the boundless night sky. I hear their enthusiasm as they’re escorted to their tables. ......Read the rest...

... I was one of the cool set, navy blue duffle coat, scarf around my neck, seated at a table in Pepe's Coffee Lounge discussing Baudelaire and T.S. Eliot and the demise of the political elites......Read the rest...

...I re: egret forsaking gull friend where, heron eye twitter Fictional account related courtesy one pink flamingo. Aves lusting for verboten tweet reed lubricious sin after giving Twiggy anot......Read the rest...

...I remember you in all your faces from the photograph of a young girl surprised at being looked at, and later, Sun brown and strong over the garden hoe or throwing your head up to one sid......Read the rest...

...Those sleepless nights, those black spots under her eyes. Those uncombed hairs those inner fights! She is building on her own, and trust me, removing each black cloud she will rise. She wil......Read the rest...

...Up the Staircase ? Your feet reluctantly begin to climb the broken, filthy stairs, in this hell-hole of outcast ones, without someone who even cares. Stairs stink of urine and feces. They ......Read the rest...

...Peter is joining us for lunch in the cafeteria. I met him on a crowded Saturday morning at a coffee shop. He’s from the flammable, paper-dry, sagebrush hills of Malibu and grew up overlooking the haz......Read the rest...

...My breath is rank, My teeth jaundiced, My hair uncombed. My face sullen, Voice like a crow If I had a hall of mirrors I could have a murder, Thousands of raven black wings My beak, our beaks ......Read the rest...

...I can still picture Janno – a sweet nerdy cross-eyed girl from my school who wore unflattering clothing and oddly-framed glasses. Her grandmother was my unsimiling fifth grade teacher, and later i......Read the rest...

...There are women, beautiful and flawless like hourglass. With smooth, shiny skin. There are women who look and move like goddesses. Strong and stunning, with sharp minds and hypnotizing eyes......Read the rest...

...hidden intentions forseen from afar set in the dark tracks in the stone to posterity through cloisters with empty streams a desert of aged rivers folds of nothingness now run cold ......Read the rest...

...''Bare'' Dead whilst alive, Forgotten yet solidly visible, Underestimated but still the best there is............. The sound of disappointment! I am searching for a boy long forgotten, Left for......Read the rest...