Sweet Poems | Examples of Sweet Poetry

I love when we sit in the hot bright sun, add some butter or we will get well done. Sky and water of ice blue, better than the dull store view. Oh! look I am popping so I will run....

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A gossamer hung on the graveyard's gate. A spider clung to steel, consuming its meal. It had no need to know dinner was served late, Nor sensed ghostly keels the summer winds conceal. The owls flew on, unperturbed by midnight's scare, That made dead men howl silently in each grave, Fresh ghosts were blown toward the gate in despair, The gate creaked...

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Autumn sings, a sweet melody, Dressed splendidly, as a lady, Waving away, the dreams of springs, A sweet melody, autumn sings. Night absorbs, the lights of the day, The dreams of springs, waving away, Pale white moon, shining like an orb, The lights of the day, night absorbs. Mystic autumn, showering boon, Shining like an orb, pale white moon, Earth delights, becoming wholesome, Showering boon, mystic...

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Kehne ko toh Chand keh dun usee.. Kehne ko toh Chand keh dun usee. Par kambakht Chand par bhi daag hai.. Noor kuch esa h uss ajnabi chehre mei.. Ke Noor kuch esa h uss ajnabi chehre mei.. Khud ye chand bhi hairaan hai.....

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leaves of sun k i s s e d love lip s n ...

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Red eyes might grow... What pure mind don't show. White eyes might cook, What dirty mind can't hook. Clean hands could build of fold... What plan A can barely withhold, Filthy hands might weigh of cheers, What plan B does rarely adheres. Crazy heart might run bloody metre... While calm vein don't shy as repeater. Lovely heart could walk lonely garden, While lousy vein can't...

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I love you, I love you, I love you, I do, I love you, I love you, I love you, True, I love you, I love you, I love you, Forever, I love you, I love you, And won’t stop, Not ever… ...

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Saw you just a week ago Couldn’t bring myself to say hello Still, you’re on my mind I can’t forget the way you looked Hair light brown and eyes of blue Never even spoke with you You still linger on my mind I may not be in love with you But someday I sure hope...

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the sun the wind the surge childish passions emerge i hear summer’s call nothing holds me back as i swing high and tall years long spent yet i close my eyes and youth is omnipresent a spell of timelessness manifests its sweet caress AP: 3rd place 2025...

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I extend my hand across the waters, to feel your warmth and sweet fragrance once more, To kiss your hand, to pass the burn of my lips kept from times long past, When moments scattered and became a past that left us still dreaming, And if I could hold you in my arms again, to feel your cheek...

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My love, it looks like summer days with a bit of shade. Singing birds dancing upon your grace Rainbows are crying at the beauty that you paint An everyday Christmas when you're awake You are a gift to me Cherishing how your hand sparkles Feet smoother than any babies Sweet Carmel skin My love looks like winter but is always...

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We’re not dating— but you heart-react to my stories like it’s a full-time job, send a “you up?” at 12:47 a.m. then disappear like my willpower at a shoe sale. You say you don’t do drama— but you’ve got more red flags than a Formula 1 race and the emotional depth of a spoon. You post gym selfies with deep quotes like “loyalty is...

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Your back, a velvet crescent, draws my chest like gravity. I map the slope of you slowly, each breath a question my hands almost ask. Flesh hums between folds of cotton, heat slipping into heat — a kind of friction language forgets, where fingertips write what mouths resist. You arch, slightly — a sigh or a signal, and my pulse answers before I do. This hush...

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In a sweet silence, I sit beside the elderly who have known time as an old friend, And I feel how their presence is like an open window to memories carefully wrapped, Their words flow slowly, like a river winding through the stones of a life lived, Their eyes wander between sky and earth, searching in worlds only...

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