Arabesque Poems - Poems about Arabesque

Bush: she had a deep black birds nest. Fecund Arabic woman dark peaches for thin lips. White faced, I redden in the sun, a blanched fig, a thirst for dew drops. One night is enough, maybe two, there must be a Spanish guitar pleading the stars for more tears. I have a comb for her oval waves, she is, for a while, the mother of the world the secreting...

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I have a questioning mind that feasts like a beast on being detail oriented. The morsels I consume are what others think of as simply a waste of time. But when gathering more snippets, I find room. Most often it's a curse, denying me any answers. In my mind queries arabesque and whirl like dancers. For example, there's a beach ball...

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Arabesque Whispers To a flower You are the fragrance And for poetry You are the refrain ...

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Arabesque Dressing up the evenings’ shoulders shawls of white silk bloom enticements, evenings on silk shoulders making up stories behind the shadows, through pomegranates of word the step is the story’s shadow, the magi has stars to bewitch the deeps into word. Time, a wizard bewitched by stars, spawns white shoulders of stars, lured by trails, the steps bloom on shawls, the white agate evening grazes grains of sand....

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In the night one can lean on its distant plight filled with fright As a caged barbaric inner longing to ensue its promise She wore stars in her hair with a promise of hope; In her longing able bodied spectators would often croon With her silver spoon a visible reminder to pray Arabesque often would look the other way too...

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She crooned her arabesques creating rune-flowers Wafting sweet promises never kept Oh moonlight April night How the fragrance lingers She yet in mind sings softly in my ear “I love you” How she waltzed me round gliding ...

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Hand-clasped reverence opened to God. Your silent nature lend angels to nod. Writers scribble and prolific poets prod - as one envisions your perfect face. You can taste a raindrop before it has dried. Console a teardrop after an infant has cried. The music in your soul is a heartbeat that glides. Precisioned notes flicker into place. Your feelings soar beyond heart and...

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ARABESQUE (triple Haiku) faded lace old times this favorite tune playing “smoke gets in your eyes’ she said “I love you” and at the moment meant it time jaded spilt wine simple arabesque but oh so complicated she said “I love you”...

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