Bosom Poems - Poems about Bosom

...What is the correct sleeping time? My sister is losing her mind, she wakes up before the break of day and work right back to midnight the following day. She never takes a break and she is always ......Read the rest...

...In the dying throes of Autumn's fading sun, When the cold of day invades old tempered blood, And the chatter of familiar sounds is long since gone, And with it lost, the sweet buds of May I once ......Read the rest...

...Beneath the pall of an eldritch moon, the library, a mausoleum of forgotten epochs, loomed ominously. Its silhouette, birth......Read the rest...

...Written: May 09, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A diaphanous shroud on my cranium. It's worn down to the cram It's a reprieve from my madness. & now I clench my ......Read the rest...

... All is not lost Memories buried in my bosom Are not yet dead ......Read the rest...

...What a change From bouncy, bubbly and vivacious To determined, devoted and dedicated More than ever ......Read the rest...

...green and white sign "Welcome to Colorful Colorado" greets my eyes as Mt Blanca rises smooth and elegant as a wedding cake draped with fondant late April snow coated majestic and proud re......Read the rest...

... They stroll through the garden of time with lots of synergy combined; hearts merges in one and passion walking hand in hand; summer burst through the trees and the temperature rage in the sea at a ......Read the rest...

...“I'm ready to go anywhere I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade Cast your dancing spell my way I promise to go under it”.....Quote by Bob Dylan I AM A STRANGER HERE without you I CAN'T E......Read the rest...

... Unlike her eastern twin of the ocean, she’ll shed no tear for the lost and alone. No emotion for the wretched masses, because her heart shall be as hard as stone. In her fist she’ll carry no......Read the rest...

...Accountancy  It was a quiet day, I was driving around  with my camera, but not in the mood to take pictures of my Savannah which is today a flat piece of land between to hills that look like t......Read the rest...

...I felt affection By sudden press of her hand To my sternum.......Read the rest...

... Pilgrim Transported to A Sacred Space Weary And Torn but not Folorn To Implore of the Goddess Face to Face A Quiet Place, Comforted In Her Embrace, Her Grace, The Liminal Space, Void of Facad......Read the rest...

...I marvel how touch touches deepest chord, That rest of senses scarce can ever match, Time heals old wounds, touch stays on for long stored, And leaves a sign, a lasting mark to etch, I marvel......Read the rest...

... I am but one now, and not another prior Never before have I trodden this path Never before have I lived this hour I need not do the history or the math If my history consisted of endless da......Read the rest...