Ambrosial Poems - Poems about Ambrosial

...I drown myself in reverie and retrospection, when on calm tranquil mornings, chirping birds entertain my eager senses, and flowers serenade me away with their ambrosial fragrance... My mind gets......Read the rest...

...O beloved chevalier, cloaked in shimmering champagne armor, tonight I long to feel your sultry skin, embroidered with emerald embellishments and twinkling teal topaz, tailored to tempt, ......Read the rest...

...In a transient instant, I savored the ambrosial essence of bliss, witnessed the dawn adorning, the skyline with tints of optimism. In that ephemeral moment, I felt an affinity with mankind. ......Read the rest...

..."I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..." E.E. Cummings If you remember the ecstatic emotions we experienced, No unwavering obstacle could keep two of us ......Read the rest...

...Is there enough adjectives I can use, to sew these sensitive sensations to you, when my dandelion heart is dense with combustible phrases, and my sunken soul is weeping into the wearines......Read the rest...

... Written: April 10, 2024, For Constance la France Contest Rumi Quote: "Longing is the core of mystery. Longing itself brings the cure. The only rule is, suffer the pain. Your desir......Read the rest...

... In the valley of violin vines, when the saffron sun ascends, and crooning clouds drift in mulberry cadence, I let my quivering quill harmonize mystical moonbeams splattered......Read the rest...

... Symbols cry in dry ice theater - the expanse of aesthetic visa- drawn- from the romance of the silvery eye - as it golden advances the lid of covenance in dynamic enzyme. Open faced t......Read the rest...

...There’s a burning yen nomadic deep within entrenched, to absorb fresh environments ambrosial on foot, where incidental hue or august colour wash abound, or that March bloom tantalising shady patch......Read the rest...

...so many gallons of it, of highest quality, smooth but potent: where did it come from? the servants who filled the jars with water have the clue, but must keep mum; most guests, incurious, gratefu......Read the rest...

...CATULLUS TRANSLATIONS Catullus LXXXV: 'Odi et Amo' loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch 1. I hate. I love. You ask, 'Why not refrain?' I wish I could explain. I can't, ......Read the rest...

... yesterday is a collection of photographic memories tomorrow a whirlpool of uncertainties I'm a faded image in this island of healing trying to control life,......Read the rest...

... When lotus d u s k s are sequined with a gown of glittery s t a r s , shying in a salsa of d r e a m e r s, our L u n a smiles like a bronze coin, rest......Read the rest...

... White butterflies flap around the plump blooms of a buddleia bush, heady on nectar and a rush of perfume from the thick clusters of purple flowers. They seem quite drunk, roused in number t......Read the rest...

... I once was a sea lavender star, soaked in sunsets, draping evenings with soft yarns of hydrangea haze ~ before you stole me from those sangria skylines like a windswept wave, and ......Read the rest...