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Couplet Woman Poems | Couplet Poems About Woman

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The Other Woman

While your hands caress my body, is it her face that you see?
Is your thunder of release now brought on by HER memory?

Am I just a luscious body that contains HER living soul?
Just an instrument of passion where your craving are made whole?

Life has played a dirty trick, though, for our story’s gone and changed
Sentiments which were so true then, all have now become deranged

I am left to grieve and wonder how she came to steal your heart
Was my love not good enough, then? Did she fill some hidden part?

Did a fantasy not flourish, was some longing left unknown?
Tell my heart what made you love her, why your heart for me is stone?

Here you lie in pleasure’s arms, yet every thought is there instead
Naked, grieved, I’m left to wonder what it feels like to be dead

Eileen Manassian

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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A Jealous Woman

A jealous woman am I…a very jealous woman
For you, dear, are MY man, my very own possession

Yes, I do own you; you are under my lock and key
Don’t you dare now look at her, for you belong to ME!

My love is a gilded cage, but a cage nonetheless
If you dare try to escape, you’ll suffer…I confess

You know I will track you down, and then I’ll make you pay
I’ll bring fire to your nights and torture you by day

You are branded with my love; it's plain for all to see
Revenge on seductress will come swiftly, trust in me!

The fire that burns you up when you are in MY bed
The self same will sear your heart, if you love her instead 

You see, my dear, you’re mine…all mine…mine and ONLY mine
Baby, don’t you mess things up, and I will treat you fine

I’ll be your muse and your slave; I’ll be your everything
Ask of me your every wish; I’ll treat you like a king.

A jealous woman am I, a very jealous woman...
But if you stay my own, I’ll make you taste of heaven.

For Verlena's Green Eyed Monster Contest
A Repost
Not Entered in any contest before

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

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A gift from God holding the right side of man 
one companion blushing Heaven's sky sweet rose 

From the garden of Eden under a tree branches spring 
fountain of youth you bore the fruit of our very existence 

Castles where built crowning your honor gracious 
queen is the mother womb of all life kneels 

Newborn empires rise and set with soft caring sunshine 
delivering us the seed to grow upon this earth 

From one rib joining hands to applaud our beginning 
held in two loving arms you made us all 

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016

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Woman Poets

Super Duper Poetry Soup Woman Poets

Anyone can make a comment when they want to.
Someone should write one about the men now.

Are pretty woman poets living in a palace
With no malice at all so we call her Alice
But then in mail received another invoice
Saying name is Joyce so should rejoice.

Would my heart would skip a beat
Barbara's name was in front of seat
And what if we were to call her Betty
Would her bottom be wet already.

She was short and not too tall at all
Discovered Diane was our beautiful doll
If up a lovely woman we were to scare
Saw Sara who was beyond compare.

And when we did sing do ray me fa
Who was there had been gorgeous Andrea
A great tune could be carried by Carrie
Who with we want to toil and tarry.

Were astounded by each poem we saw
And dumbfound by the ones of Debra
Made us merry singing a Christmas Carol
Must be poems which were written by Harrell.

So precious when she was in her teen
Eileen always created quite a scene
Will love her forever as well as remain
And tattoo on her arm had been Dan.

Barbara beat everyone at spelling bee
Writes wild poems you should see
Always cute and incredible was Carolyn
Glad her great poems with us is sharing.

Was pretty even in skin that is porous
When we discovered the likes of Doris
Such a beauty when she ate spaghetti
Now know why they are Betty and Nette.

To read her poems and be rejuvenated
Julia's for a long time we just waited
Right to point and what word may mean
Was foxy lady with a face of Francine.

We saw and heard Casarah sneezing
Even our allergies found her pleasing
Perfect woman pleasing to every man
Wanted to read poems written by Jan.

Was Wilma really married to Barney
He kissed her under stone of Blarney
There are poems that drive you insane
Poems by Charmaine leave a permanent stain.

For Cynthia still clap our each hand
And her poems are highly in demand
Audrey do adore and she is audacious
Poems are in my mind that is spacious.

Laura loved lovely and also so sweet
Her poems knocked you off your feet
Manda's poems seemed so magnificent
From God in heaven had been sent.

Remember Rhonda's poems that are replete
With great thoughts and ideas very neat
And Shadow who I have saved for last
Until more poems she has amassed.

Poem was so great by Neva Romaine
That it nearly drove me almost insane
And after it had been first sighted
I loved it and was completely delighted.

Only 35 of top 100 poem producers are
women. Wonder why.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
and Poet, Number 20 of top 100 from

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015

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Cry of A Woman

Just because her face is dimpled 
and dry
does not mean her heart doesn't 
Just because she sings sweet-
love song, 
doesn't mean there is nothing 
Sometimes we need to look a 
little closer,
so that we won't end up being 
the loser.

The fact the her stream seems 
so silent,
does not mean they make no 
clear comment.
The fact that she manages a 
simple smile,
does not mean that her fate is 
so fragile.
Sometimes we need to hold 
their arms,
to feel the sound of a woman's 

Love to her is more than shared 
she needs a man with dogged 
She may gladly accept your 
fragrant flower,
yet she prays to feel your 
And when she let lose her 
tender tears,
a warm embrace will hold back 
all her fears.

Do not charm her if you are a 
cheeful cheat,
these weaker vessels are very 
hard to defeat.
Do not make her a 
mother...before time,
dumping a woman is not just a 
common crime.
You will reap what you sow... 
even if it seems she has nothing 
to say.
(c) 2013
Adeleke Adeite

Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2013

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A skin peel

The thorougher the skin peel, 
the stronger the sex apeal.

Volodymyr Knyr

Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014

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Fickle, Fickle, for Every Woman That's Put in a Pickle

WARNING: The following poem is a figment of the author's imagination and deals with fictional characters.....FAITHFUL MEN! ;) 


Fickle, fickle…men are fickle
Get the women in a pickle

Sweet talk, sweet talk…how they tickle
Treat a treasure like a nickle

Chat up, chat up, and then lie
Sugared bites of ego pie

Flirty, flirty….brew a storm
Dissipate just like the norm

Riding, riding on her wave
Naughty, naughty to the grave

Feel up, feel up where he can
Make her think that he's a….MAN

Swagger, swagger, what a sight!
Thinks he carries...."dynamite" ;)

Tries to see how far he'll get
Up to third base is his bet

Fickle fickle, fizzle….POP
Mess with me, I’ll make it drop!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

A repost. My Muse is still on holiday in Greece. Can't write for the life of me....but I miss community. So...here it goes...

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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An honest lie

A girl who has beautiful eyes 
more honestly lies.

Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014

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Dear Rapunzel

It seems ages since we met over your long, golden hair
an hour glass on the table keeping the meter.

It seems like too many dress up doll days when we played
take me to the river but don’t get our feet wet.

It seems we lost our inner selves painting our faces
painting our nails, singing karaoke at the bars.

Oh, to regain those lost years of our youth, unwrinkled skin
turn back all the pages, like winding gold on a spindle.

Instead we have just leaves, grieves, and grandchildren
with their laser guns, plastic skin and smug attitudes.

They never challenged gamey little midgets with foul intent
they had us to pad them safely with money, love and scent.

Dear Rapunzel, do please let your hair down one more time
and play climb out of the cellar and up the apple tree with me.

Signed Your Dearest Play Mate.

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2013

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When God Made a Woman

When God Made a Woman                   
Steve L. Siegel
November 20, 2014
~+ ~
To my loving wife Sally Ann
 When God made a woman 
I am so thankful that when God made a woman,
From Adam's ribs that before He made her
That He also added a bit firefly spirit, a touch of
unfiltered love that goes right to the man's heart. 
That He also had time add that composure,
Made her little stubborn at times;
That to make us men behave, so badly,
 That she'd get what she wanted in the first place.
However, He also added a soft spot in her,
Her heart always had room for her children,
Yet there is just enough room for her man,
She would show him her passion from deep within.
But, don't let another feline try getting near her man,
Her claws would come out, taking on any who wanted hers;
God must by accident took some man's backbone to put in her,
Because once she is in love, she'll try anything to keep him, 
Fully to her alone; so there's no looking back.
Yep, I am glad and thankful to my Lord
That He chose to use a part of me to make a woman,
And that He lead her to where I was,
That between the two of them I now have this grand wife.

Copyright © Steven Siegel | Year Posted 2014

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Spider Woman

Feel my body soft and supple, feel my hands that roam your soul Yield to me and lose yourself, then let desire take its toll Let seduction and my sensuous tone touch your body; hear my voice Grab your sweet chameleon girl while believing it's your choice Pull my hair and grind your teeth but I'll make you say my name Love me with your heart and soul but it's only lovers' game With your fluids pumping all throughout and human nature's gift You will lose yourself to love itself and your sense of self will drift I'll ravish you with promises, firm and made of dreams You'll drown in me and melt inside beneath my cold-blue eyes that gleam Soon you'll wriggle with denial that you're not within my grasp Yet where's your voice of confidence but buried by each gasp You'll splash and crawl and ache for air just like an animal contained And between the two of me and you I'm the only one untamed I'll admire the contour your will bends pliantly to mine Like a spider loves her lover then she's only there to dine You may think that you could leave today, but you'll be back tonight I'll release you as an empty shell. Your sweet Angel of Heavenly bright.
game over

Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2013

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Love Transcends Space, And Time

Love Transcends Space, and Time By Rick Rucker I am shocked, at my age, to find, A woman to Enflame my mind! One that sets my Heart reeling, With this uniquely Blessed feeling, At present, we live apart, But she will always occupy my Heart, She has the Power to make me do anything, Including, even, to dance, or sing, When we meet, every couple of days, She instantly sets my Heart ablaze! When I see her beautiful Face, My Heart sets off at a terrifying pace, Drawn by a force we cannot resist, Neither willing to wait to be kissed! Our arms, now entwined, With thoughts of Love, coursing through my mind, I always want to remain there, Kissing her, my fingers running through her hair, She, very quickly, will respond, With actions that I am very fond, Our arms, overlapping like shoelaces, Our lips exploring each other’s faces, Our breathing soon becomes as one, Our race to Love has begun, Adrift, somewhere in Space and Time, We find a place Sublime, When, at last, we recover, I look over at my Lover, She says I have a smile on my face, I know I am in My Happy Place, I cannot question Fate, To have sent me this perfect Mate, I forever want to go through Life, With this woman as my Wife! I truly am the luckiest of men, I get to see my Love, tonight, again!

Copyright © Rick Rucker | Year Posted 2011

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Todays Good Deed

Today’s Good Deed

In your open hand
I placed a red rose petal upon it

You looked up at me in puzzlement
Curiosity won over fear

I replied “ the rose petal fell from the sky”
As I tried to capture and hold, it fluttered to your hand

I am sorry, was not I… simply the wind
You smiled retrieving your hand back to the pen

umm, ummm , excuse me miss
Sorry to disturb encore

You looked up, maybe even wishing me gone
I looked down, how does one fix that frown?

These by the way are for you, please, absorb the fragrance
Twelve lovely red roses

Oh but now your face is the absolute same color
Your frown is a smile

Alas beauty has fallen onto beauty
The mist of yesterdays tear, evaporates

but but but stranger man, why me?
The rose petal was a sign for us both you see

You so wished to know there is kindness in this world
I so wished to make anyone at all smile, even but for a moment

So you see, we both have achieved a goal today
I bid you good day, wishing thee well with flowery bouquet

Off I went, across the street, lurking in the shadows
Following close behind, almost empty street

Behind, a wire quickly wrapped around the neck
I slit the throat, blood spurting to the skies

Shock and wonder, why why why?
Death though came fast, I walked away

The roses made her smile only for a moment
Ah but her stalkers death by my hands.............

Shall wipe the sadness and frown
Her fears you see, I just drowned

In blood

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

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The Light and The Darkness

The Light and The Darkness 
Steve L Siegel
Waking up alone on top of a golden mountain range,
Rising with the sun above a reflective ice blue lake,
Passing and down below, to a cedar path;
A rust covered road winds its way down to the mighty ST. Joe river.
When the pain and suffering rips me to pieces,
That's when rage and adrenaline begins its battle,
My very soul feels torn up inside of me,
My eyes see only red and my own blood turns me cold.
This bundled feast that greets my eyes, seeing the yawning of a woman
The warmth of my wife's breath turning instantly into a mist,
Lifting into a cloud of thick steam, as it passes over her cold lips,
Reminding  me why we got married all those years ago.
My eyes have seen no mercy, my blood runs hot for no reason,
My nightmares trying to take over my sleep,
The darkness tries to take over my brain,
Trying to drive my mind over the edge.
The new days sun starts to show and rise above the peaks
To show a valley stretching far below
From some willows I spied my woman swimming naked
Alone in a hot Spring channel, Oh My Lord!
For my soul is in sin stained, my hands bloodied from war,
Trying not to let it drive me completely insane,
When these dreadful nights finally do come to a end,
And I know that peaceful rest is at last within my reach
I'll know that the storm is over;
I will rise above this hell here on this earth 
I shall rise into the ashes of the phoenix, 
Burning and devaluating myself,
That God has at last called me home, to be with Him...
To those who have P.T.S.D. and by what ever brought it on.
May a Higher Power be with you.

Copyright © Steven Siegel | Year Posted 2014

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This is in dedication to the transgenders around the world, who live in solitude punishing themselves for being born! Love you She Man for being strong and wise at the same time. I am a born man I call myself Ann. Being in the delusion I carried the hidden fear of exclusion. With the power of Hercules And the virginity of Artemis, I must have been proud being a hermaphrodite Carrying the blood of Aphrodite. But the so-called civilian society calls me a worm Who must live on the earth as a dung worm, Feeding the venom of alienation Punishing self for an unknown mutation! Think once, twice or thrice Have you ever been this wise, Knowing I am too a being Not a mere one, but a beautifully carved living being. If you think otherwise You prove me you are vice But, I am beyond you, know man I am SHE MAN -puvi- 29/10/2015
---------------------------------- Hercules - The strongest man on Earth according to Greek mythology Artemis - Goddess of the moon, hunting and nursing, and above all virginity according to Greek mythology Aphrodite - Greek Goddess of love and beauty

Copyright © Remnants of Some Silly Experiences | Year Posted 2015

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Lessons Learned

My grandson asked if back when I was young
I had ever done anything naughty or wrong
I said shut the door put on listening ears
And Ill tell you a tale of rank shivering fear
One night at midnight I sneaked from my bed
To a neigr knocker fastened a thread
Old Mrs. Murphy, ninety and living all alone
That she was a witch was really well known
I pulled the string and the knocker did bang
Then over the garden wall lithely I sprang
When the old woman limped to the door
Finding nobody there she ranted and swore
Again and again I pulled that on the thread
As over and over tears of laughter I shed

Then the moon clouded and all turned dark
A cold hand of fear icily fingered my heart
A voice rasped lowly filling me with dread 
‘I’ve got you now and soon you’ll be dead’
I was then dragged to Mrs. Murphy’s door
Feeling more terrified than ever before
The door was opened I was pushed inside
Nowhere I could run nowhere I could hide
There in the kitchen the old woman sat
Black cloak and hair, black teeth and hat
Our neighbour then sat me down on a chair
The witch held me still with malevolent stare
Pointing long sharp nailed finger I felt the spell
As she spoke of hot flames and rotting in hell

I promised to be good and meant it sincerely
I’ve been good ever since, well almost, nearly

(5th in contest,’Childhood memories’ by Crystal Wilkins)

Copyright © Eamon Duffin | Year Posted 2010

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Communication by touch

Communication by touch 
is not for every old dutch.

Volodymyr Knyr

Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014

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Only Eve is a madam, 
who is known from Adam.

Volodymyr Knyr

Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014

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I can speak French and sometimes Chinese
I can also speak cat with some ease
When he  miaows at me as he goes
I mimic his call and he  knows
When the dog barks I reply
Even the horse and I see eye to eye
But I can’t speak “woman”
It’s beyond the speech power of a man.
I can’t talk for hours about shoes

And discuss the merits of mauves or blues
Or share the humour of how pink bows  
Don’t go with green  pillows
And go all weepy over Meryl  Streep

Or wax lyrical over some punk-rock creep

Or persuade some guy to discuss flowers

Rather than the size of the nuclear powers  
.. . . . so she  said. . . . so then I said. . . 
And  she whispered. . . . and her face went red. . . .

No it’s impossible to spend hours on the phone
I’d rather sit watching football all alone
It’s futile me trying to pretend
An interest in what gift to send
Or remember birthdays wi th accuracy
Such a task would drive me crazy
God save me from female speech
Let me speak “man”,  I beseech
Just let me sit alone and grunt
Or maybe shoot, fish,  and hunt
And talk to the dog about football facts
Or maybe  to the car while I wax.

Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2012

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Shopping With My Wife

A dining room kiss with a long list in hand on a Saturday is a red flag each episode feels like the visitation of a hundred partners by their slag. On every disappointing bargain, her words terribly slaughter constantly reshuffling the list, pounding less options with mortar. Spanning several miles, not minding how far from market to mall, complaints already springing out from the coal tar. A planned hunting carried out by a patient moose when forced as a non-partaking escort, no option is left to the goose. Navigating the entire north-pole just to beat a troubling prize indication for a continued journey when meeting a rise. A taste so mountainous needing services from importation numerous alerts from her bank account giving the testimony. Walking in so much pride and confidence like a chief I stay behind in submission, obeying like a caught thief. Every selling point is an association where she’s more than a member interacting with sales girls like drunkards in a bar. She believes there is a lot of time since its mid June still on the road since sun rise and about to meet the moon. From one buy to another a new taste is always born the last item is bought beginning the long awaited dawn.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

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An itch

A strong pube itch 
unmasks a bitch.

Volodymyr Knyr

Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014

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A lady's breast

Any lady with sexy breast 
for a man looks each time well-dressed.

Volodymyr Knyr

Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014

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Hide and Seek

Cat and Mouse: hide and seek
This could take an hour or week

No one wants to seem too bold
So we put our love on hold

A peek here and a peek there
Wondering if we really dare

Wondering what the seconds bring
Wondering if the phone will ring

Wondering, wondering:  peek a boo
You’re hiding…. but I SEE you

I see past that great big wall
Your heart’s ready for the fall

I know that you caught the bait
But I sit and wait and wait

I’m patient, got time of day
But oh, what if you get away!

Cat and mouse: hide and seek
Oh, my knees are getting weak

Oh, this heart’s sure to explode
The waiting’s gone to overload

One more second's just too much
No time for cat games and such

Hide and seek…is getting old
Here I am! My love is bold!

Ready? You'll be caught real tight!
Cause boy, your just out of sight!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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Right girls

Girls aren't sure if they are always bright.
And they are often absolutely right.

Volodymyr Knyr

Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014

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Who is your neighbor

My neighbor, right next door, is an odd lady,
     she is very old, sweet but seems quite lonely.

         I am often invited for tea and stale cookies,
              who is this neighbor that tells me rambling stories.

                  As I sit, sipping tea from a tiny cup and listen,
                        unsure if her adventures are true or just fiction.

                           There are times I admit, when I hear her door,  
                                that I run, leap and gallop to mine, I just soar.

                                     I close the door and pray there will be no knock,
                                           once when I looked, she had left me a wilted hollyhock.

September 1, 2015


For the contest, Who Is Your Neighbour, sponsor, Mystic Rose

Second Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

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A lady in arms

A lady in arms 
more rapidly charms.

Volodymyr Knyr

Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014

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Time changes things

There's a pregnant woman in a TV commer-
cial ad 
Who's crooning to the baby writing a letter 
to it both sad and glad 
Then with tears coursing down the cheeks
She announces the waiting's over in few 
more weeks 
In perhaps 15 years give or take a few
She's got more tears and now is in an 
angry stew 
Where has that damn kid gone is he in 
trouble again?
She has forgotten the feelings she had 
back then

Copyright © Elizabeth Smith | Year Posted 2016

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A Dark Fantasy

I’m on a planet with a golden kiss
It shimmers with glory, such bliss!

As I zoom in, it turns into a dark land
Peep in, I’m afraid, I cannot stand!

In darkness, I see a bright glowing tower
Inside, a plethora of so called ‘man’ power

Zoom in; I see ‘beast’ kind disguised as ‘man’ kind
Alas! Not a single kind beast could I find

I hear roars of uncivilized beings
And moans of so-called weaklings

I see a trail of emotional turmoil
Those 7 deadly sins wrapped in a dazzling foil

Gifted to humanity, his power, his grey matter
It separates humans from animals and allows us to shatter

The once created planet with a golden kiss
Will it ever show the signs of holy bliss?

Copyright © Neha Godambe | Year Posted 2012

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Hugs That We Once Shared

Hugs that we once shared, lasted just a glimpse in time
If only I could read her mind, and imagine what I'd find

Would I find a woman of truth, or a woman of trust
Or a woman with a mind, whose mind has turned to rust

To drift into another's world, and promise them the earth
Hugs that we once shared, does it really make them worth

They only lasted a glimpse of time, happened they never should
If I could turn back time, your damn right I would



Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2012

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Twilight Rose

Softest haze mantles the night amid twilights first born hours.
Dew all drenching, encroach, caress the springs first waking flowers.
Mists so gently kiss the foliage of a garden fair, as one comes hither
purest rose adorns her silken hair.

Shift of satin, unkempt curls, she steps with even grace.
Eyes of lonely, haunting beauty, beset by youthful face.
Tranquility abounds around her in vividly elusive dreams.
When awoken, shattered then.... as nothings what it seems.

Copyright © Jesse Zerlaut | Year Posted 2016