silvery tresses of moonlight cascaded
Elizabeth Squires
Elizabeth Squires
Apr 22, 2013

silvery tresses of moonlight cascaded
down upon the palm tree lined shore
where young couples slowly strolled
taking in the night's ambiance
tarrying on the sea air
an affection wave
played with joy
so sweetly
in their
hearts

This Band, which bound thy yellow hair
  Is mine, sweet girl! thy pledge of love;
It claims my warmest, dearest care,
  Like relics left of saints above.

Oh! I will wear it next my heart;
  ’Twill bind my soul in bonds to thee:
From me again ’twill ne’er depart,
  But mingle in the grave with me.

The dew I gather from thy lip
  Is not so dear to me as this;
That I but for a moment sip,
  And banquet on a transient bliss:

This will recall each youthful scene,
  E’en when our lives are on the wane;
The leaves of Love will still be green
  When Memory bids them bud again.

Dark tresses
Azaria
Azaria
Nov 4, 2013

Igniting your way through my
Dark tresses
Tread lightly,
My friend

Ah, the sting from a fresh relaxer.
Ran a bonecomb through my tresses
Kate
Kate
Mar 9, 2011

I wish I wore long dresses
Raced the boys through streets of Rome
Ran a bonecomb through my tresses
And sent them all back home

Spindling tresses stick to damp cheeks.
Goldie
Goldie
Jun 4, 2013

In our hearts, young Finches.
The last ash falls upon lucid dreams.
Blood stained face, dreaming...
Woe! and girl cries out in the night!
Spindling tresses stick to damp cheeks.

loom night looms, inside her sweet dark tresses,
Morrigan LaFaye King

A gloom night looms, inside her sweet dark tresses,
No one thing survives the trippy nerved crevices,
No one knows what shadowed secrets, she suppresses.

salty sea misting her long tresses
PaintsWithWords
PaintsWithWords
Oct 18, 2011

Sandy footprints down to the shores edge
thundering waves echo emptiness
salty sea misting her long tresses
she waits at the shoreline
for her sailor's return

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fresh to new growth's tresses.
Christine Kelley
Christine Kelley
Feb 24, 2013      Feb 25, 2013

Mountain laurel peers its evergreen,
crowning edges of desolate
brown twists and tangles in woods
with celebration that soon
other dryads will flow bald scalps
fresh to new growth's tresses.

tresses askew again
Lynn Mae
Lynn Mae
Jan 18

A particular talent
falling for gay men,
Hello sailor

Universal this quest
for a true lover
blessed

Tangled webbed
tresses askew again
and again I knew.

elegant with flowing tresses
Ezra Dahlgren
Ezra Dahlgren
Sep 25, 2013

It is at night
when the classics step in

Clad in black
and white shirtsleeves,
elegant with flowing tresses
or dark feathered hats
(and I did not mean dark heathered fats)

It is at day
when the new ones step in

Poets of many,
speakers of angst and loss
and love

 
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