Acacia Poems - Poems about Acacia

It’s silent on the savanna tonight We creep toward the acacia trees hoping to not see a lion or leopard we have already been chased by wild dogs the entire family is here, alert and aware luckily we only need twenty minutes of sleep a day this helps us survive...

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I BIRTHED ALONE Twelve hours in velvet dark I waited for your shaft to penetrate my channel of desire birthing purity and long lashes You came without a doubt Acacia branches making curtains their feet digging deep for numinosity of life Wisdom of Time feeding a penetration into waiting moistness hidden thorns creating circles of protection Descent spiralled into eardrums eyeballs, silently swirling spun dividing...

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FOG LIKE PHANTOM STREAMS misty beauty, white ravines make mornings meaningful Acacia arboretum hold fast At the breaking before breakfast The new day, old friends, egrets...

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We are lost in the fog rolling over river waves, intoxicated with waters music. I can see you only, and you can see only me, while passion between us turns into endless blue. * In a flash, I can see yours jump into the hug of insectoid past. Dreaming fingers of mine and my long dark hair. You are chasing your...

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In an atmosphere when every one is worried and busy in solving its own problems, this poem would give you some moments of relief to enjoy the beauty of Nature, With best wishes to all my PS friends......Ravindra K Kapoor Beauty of Acacia tree in black cloudy night - 2 CONCLUDED Please read the earlier...

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Based on a true incident- In an atmosphere when every one is worried and busy in solving its own problems, this poem would give you some moments of relief to enjoy the beauty of Nature, With best wishes to all my PS friends......Ravindra K Kapoor Beauty of Acacia tree in black cloudy night - 1 . I...

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the big shirt jigged and flapped, while the clothes line struggled to gain control; wily birds stamped their little feet to the shirt’s sailing- ship, wild-blustered rhythm; below, the fat garden cat licked its lips as Mrs Bridges prepared the evening meal, early. The big shirt jigged and flapped, While the clothes line…...

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From the moment we shook hands By subtle vibes I’d been eclipsed Distinct your voice ever so grand From the moment we shook hands Upon your palms illusive strands Blending with such beckoning lips From the moment we shook hands By subtle vibes I’d been eclipsed...

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