Ardent Poems - Poems about Ardent

Lay here my love, let us count the stars and find ardent dreams of lovers cast upon the galaxy of our wishes found in a timeless realm of reverie as we bathe in the ardor of our souls seeking refuge from a lonely world woven into the passing of time by the pulsating heartbeats of love...

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He was my most ardent headshaker Won’t work Can’t work You are too optimistic Never been done I could not imagine his life No belief in what was possible No faith in what could be Such a sad life But not mine to fix...

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ardent, the giver snowballs flower, nature’s mayhem love’s blizzard anon ...

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Lick my lips and take a nibble fall for me with wide open eyes; Tease my tongue with your ardent whisper....

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Bonafide I am the poet The sinner The ardent lover Whose words remain unheard Mourned silently, whimpered alone Died unnoticed Never reborn I am the poet The mad The raving Who jotted down the feelings, Desires and the notions Not for the known or unknown But for the bruised self I am the...

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In dawn's aura, mountains glistened with snow. Rooster's crowing proclaimed the break of day. December's frosty winds began to blow as clouds shadowed a sullen shade of gray, and serpentine ripples flowed on the bay. Dimmed were rays of light from the sallow sun when for a while its beams had gone astray. Gusts of wind on this Christmas Eve were spun, blustering...

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As we breathed, we stood apart, Rocks fall, our world crumbling... I feel trapped like a conjuring charm... Loving you is an existence... Losing you is a solicitous ardent. A prick in my breath is our amulet, Inlet borders our souls, my starlet... As we died, we stood in cahoots....

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Which other desire is nobler than an ardent wish for peace? A longing for wars to cease and make everybody fonder... that spilling blood increases boiling as the horrendous scenes implicate! Conflicts are the cause of restlessness, the blessed fruits of concord bring togetherness; who's settling for hopelessness and poverty... instead of gladness and abundance? Buildings tumble down, people are crushed to death; why weren't...

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Parody on Andrew Marvell’s “To My Coy Mistress” Had we but World enough and Time Your mating call, sir, were no crime. If lifetimes were more than a few I’d spend an Age for each of you. First with a Parisian lover For a century I’d hover. Then hot Latino macho boy Will fill...

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ardent ardor offering amour- with flowers moistened in tears not to feel...

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Hey baby. A world of endless awaking moments. With just you. Come on baby, under gold dust and black-velvet sky. With just you. Hey baby. Wave of ember flames, passionate eyes so sensuous, I can't get enough being tangled, bare, wondrous high. With just you. Fluttering butterflies arouses lambent ardent love affair, flowering within me, baby, a lull comfort cry....

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Adrift in a heartsome cloud, Rejoicing, learning to love after Deaf ears and saying good-bye. Ecstatic journey loving an enigma. Nestling comfortably within their bosom, To its labyrinth fathom needs. 5/23/2020 Poetry Contest: Double Double Words To Bubble Sponsored by: Joseph May...

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I desire to become a fridge, to freeze all sweet warm kisses. Often release the treasure, and quiver again with pleasure.. With my conceited paramour,dreading his evanescence. 23-5-2020 ~DEEPA~ Second place in the Contest. Note:* 'Let the pens flow-Sijo' Poetry Contest* Sponsor: Jenish Somadas First place in the Contest.:-) Note2:BRIAN'S select D,any form,any theme Sponsored by Brian Strand...

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Lost in my ardent dreams I bear alone I'd leap into the warm arms of my love Intimate were our kisses, each, our own, While, love lulled sweet amorous feelings of My love; where the rhythm that kept it above All things. Reaching upon each dawn, last grain Whisked...

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supporter ardent spent all money and last cent now lives in a tent Jim Horn...

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