Arcadian Poems - Poems about Arcadian

... I AM Powerful, I AM Resilient, Iron Ox Fortified Steel Built, Rigid and Upright I Am Earth, Air, Wind and Fire, Most High in Sterling Light I got that Samson Might, No Mountain Too High, M......Read the rest...

...Old Mountain tales of love spin 'neath dawn's blush, Elderberries, purple ink drop pearls, drawing me nigh. Ah! Her laughter, a honeybee’s dance in summer’s rush, Ignites my days with passion, 'ti......Read the rest...

...rejoicing in the gap in your teeth from 3 meters out my eyes sought you out i could see imperfection dutch girl of sensitivity of arcadian stock render your loving glare ......Read the rest...

...I’d prefer to live in a bygone era of unsophisticated innocence I’d prefer to live in a bygone era where there was no ideology of ideal idleness I’d prefer to live in a bygone era where ther......Read the rest...

...Spellbinding place where rainbow water flows Frogspawn and tadpoles such enormous change Arcadian forest where pixie dust blows All creatures are welcome no one estranged. Twilight is m......Read the rest...

...Once upon a spring arcadian green a last veil winter hoar melts on the bud - Romney low country lambs fattened to wean chew in flocks upon the ruminant cud. In stone moss stream, long aro......Read the rest...

...Put me gently down, on our great, confort-rose petalled bed. Brush your lips on mine, warm and cherry red! The gentle clock of time, breathes ever so softly into the Springtime night. Of our......Read the rest...

... Your warm hands hold mine, That with desire both shine and shiver. Like the moon, looking for a silvered river. Oh, how long for you I pined. Sparkling burgundy wine, in tinkling crysta......Read the rest...

... A crystal glass brimming with fresh, ambrosial grape juice. Some do desire imported grape wines. No matter what, always recall, their source is God's holy vines. I do live in heav......Read the rest...

...The Handwriting of the Marionette David J Walker The confessional was Paper-thin cursive in ink A life of sin laid out in as few lines As were memorable in a Second person narrative The ......Read the rest...

...You are the melody that echoes in my life! With the atmospheric aroma of an angel. How is it you broaden my horizons to magnificent heights? I am christened with your cosmic charisma. It dazzles ......Read the rest...

... So difficult to go to sleep! I watched movies, read,then decided to re-create being with you again. Your face came to light in full starlight hue. Long eyelashes imparting such exoti......Read the rest...

...taciturn springs rising from within the quarry of deep earth's wisdom urging lyrical waters to transpose while held like singing seas of living reveries of history and infinity misting to meld......Read the rest...

...Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay - from the poem 'Under the canopy of pine trees by Eve Roper UNDER THE CANOPY Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay. F......Read the rest...

...Cell in every cell of my body, I sense your every heartbeat. Dreaming always of your most intricate, dancing feet.  Savoring our secret special liquor. Seeing those dark loving,luminous o......Read the rest...