As Yet Poems - Poems about As Yet

A pair of lips to kiss A warm body to hold Snuggled together Against the cold.. A little sigh A little moan Now’s the time To leave them alone. Come the dawn It’s no surprise To see them both With love bruised eyes. ...

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Granite towers rising above the canyon, Orange-colored dreams millennia ago Carved above the lavender meadow below, Reflecting in the stream meandering for Miles like a snake slithering toward dusk With scorching sun high and scintillating Off limestone remains along the edges, Smaller and smaller until they disappear Into the singular vanishing point where The painting melds itself to ornate framing. FIRST PLACE WINNER Brian Strand's Contest August...

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is not as yet our awareness flowing gently in an unbroken continuum in an orientation of thought rested desirelessness wherein each bliss ignited node within form is our sensorium is not as yet our attention still vibrantly present without interference allowing the divine sublime love impulse to instil soma nectar within each lifetron revealing our luminescence is not as...

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has not as yet the bubbling elixir surfaced bursting forth in boundless exuberance enveloping all within its fold yet without confining as a bliss mist has not as yet a silent scream of delight reverberated through boundless space as a lions roar gently purring caressing all hearts with its perfume has not as yet head melded with heart fusing together in a synergy thunderous co-creating hearts desire now as of...

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You don't know me; Yet could you love; Love me at the bible says do; And if by chance you loved me; Would it be as lovely; How would you know; if you won't see; 1/31/21 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©...

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We so carefully respect the boundary Placed around us by society A sly smile, a covert glance That we cannot name romance For rules it's wrong, for souls it's right As we slip into the deep night And discover each other I boil to be your lover I'm drifting off as you say Just listen to me talk, it's ok Nothing could unbend my...

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I miss your mind and our brotherly hugs Ties that bind upon which heartstrings tug We used to laugh, we used to play When we'd fight the things we'd say! We roamed at night and owned each day Your wisdom was equal to only your wit Now it's gone gotta deal with the grief A giant black hole, where you should forever...

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Songs of moonlight A time for reflected light A poem is coming...

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As Yet Unblemished By Pure Beauty That time has come in nature’s year; That best time of all, the barren time; That time of nothing yet but promise; That time of the pure hope: Late February, unblemished by Spring’s harsh actualization, her first hints in this time of new light, Skunk Cabbage stirring in frozen swamps and Redwings in marshes, her Promise soon to...

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Undiscovered poets hear me, to PH draw near, This just might be a good chance for your views to ring clear. An email address you need to get up and running, Huge monkeys it‘s said could really write something stunning. So grab paper and pen, come as soon as you canna, But don't forget please sir to...

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Summer sunshine gently fading Casting shadows on the lawn Weeping willow , Branches cascading My quiet corner now adorns. The last rays of sunshine seeming To inspire the butterflies to dance In that moment I am dreaming Of true love and romance . Kisses in the twilight Soon the moon will rise The romantic air of midnight Stars shimmering in...

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That word we use to fill voids in our emotional lexicon, that short, sweet sounding syllable, well-intentioned and lofty - and sold, at dear price of course - that is not love. It's not enough word to encompass the whole, but it will have to do....

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Nature or Deity what petty cruelty or splendid mystery that he and she would so distant be in mind and manner and vanity This is why they writhe and bite or love as cold as winters night We claw and kiss and spit in spite We rage and pace and fuss and fight or cut with words or flee in fright yet in all of this...

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Embryonic lies a love as yet unborn, pulsing through the tissues of the swell, enshrined and cultivated, single flower of the bed where the sweetest consummation gently fell. Sentient be the nucleus of dreams, aspiring for the primal breath to take, nursed and softly kicking, sleeping bearer of the faith, waiting for a future dawn...

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