Best Bashfulness Poems

The maids danced in the floral field.
So pretty were they in the sun.
Their bashfulness was slow to yield.
The maids danced in the floral field
With happiness while church bells pealed.
That happy day was filled with fun.
The maids danced in the floral field.
So pretty were they in...

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Tattered clobbered thoughts streaming to winged dusts,
spiral spasms tremble amid weary sounds.
The festal moods swing dreary interludes,
visions ache release with defloration--

throaty cries heightens the greedy man's lust.
He longs to possess the murmur of blood
from naked images throbbing desires,
it surges -- tinged to his cerebellum.

Dark libertine...

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HAIKU #12,098-13,000.................................................ME, MYSELF, AND YOU


2B or not 2B
Not one to be complacent
My pen takes over

Serendipity -
Me and you with stern hand
Served simple abundance

So we face twilight
Me and you sans bashfulness
Decked stage lead actors.

*...

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I feel for gentle hearts in this loud world, 
Ever suspect, dismissed and derided, 
For long has been the shy a songless bird,
That Darwin dismissed as ‘odd state of head’, 
Jane Austin gave shyness a broader scope, 
Calling it a ‘moral, mental disease’, 
And Freud,...

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Waiting. The minutes groan arduously.
Somehow, perhaps – my heart fails to beat
with the rush of your momentary attention.
Perched precariously on spikes
Flesh colored, yet artificial – 
Manikin fingers, fidgeting.
Mournfully drenched in factious apology.
Our eyes meet briefly, then dart with bashfulness,
Choreographed precisely. 
Words uttered repetitively from wine...

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The lotus
of our passion 
blossomed, petal by petal,
blushing pink, 
caressed by moist misty morning-dew,
encircled by the amorous bees 
buzzing in honey-sweet intoxication!

Musky smell of sweat slithers in the 
valley of your bosom’s cleavage,
heaving my dizzy head
in the comfort of your lavish lap,
while waterfall of your...

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This is a translation from the poem "Camellia", by Rabindranath Tagore, Nobel laureate Poet from India (1861 -1941) Understandably the story took place in late nineteenth century - early twentieth century Bengal. 



Her name is Kamala. saw it – 
on the cover of her notebook...

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Stalingrad
During moments I yearned for forests grown for me alone,
Caressing them in a dream,
I could sense the throbbing of the heart 
Hidden beneath my ribs to bless my journey. 
Summoning me with a pulse that he recognizes in me.
I heard the noise of abandoned smoke...

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We are the Ignudi
unclothed, ebullient and energetic, 
we lean and lunge, twist and turn
impervious to the imposition of ignominious imposters,
we are an expression of immortal youth
the athletes and auditors of God's court
unbound by banality or bashfulness
we listen and leer at those who stare
looking for secrets...

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Innocence
Never twisted guilt
Soberness, simple minded 
Heartfelt
Young eyes blinked, bashfulness 
No such things as monsters

Sleep tight
Sleep tight
No such things as monsters

Years dawned on
Mascara dripped
Troubled eyes
Losing hope now
Childhood days, fade away
They take me into darkness

Turn on the lights
Turn on the lights
Haunting nightmares

I looked under my bed 
There...

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My eyes drink in a sky of stars
Sometimes I see them as lover`s stars
Sometimes as my best friends
Sometimes as frozen teardrops,
Shards of my shattered dreams
Laid bare in front of the cold, cruel world
But sometimes, I see my poems among the stars
They are clad into compassion,...

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I am so tired and so unspeakably old
I have been bearing about me for centuries, this grief, this disappointment
Your covetousness, vanity, ambitions
Blurred the glow of the sun, the moon,
Your selfishness, greed
Stop the divine flight of birds
You don`t see the fawn`s bashfulness and loveliness
You don`t feel...

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A battle rages within,
Silent thoughts behind a hidden veil,
an ice prince some say,
lacking emotions, a player some term
he is an enigma the world doesn't understand
awkward,anti-social, a fly in the wall,
one who is rarely missed,
a friend to few...an advisor to all
hardly speaking, his silence intrigues all
A...

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Sun-kissed autumn
colorful shimmering reflection
 closing season of woodland romance
hand in hand they dance
whirling and twirling
in a tango dance
pure levels of vibrating frequency
enchanted by naked beauty
the blushing of red hue
the shyness of oranges
 bashfulness of gold's glance
green remained neutral
not wanting to be free
dancing in the autumn...

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He spoke,
He spoke in ways I’d never heard before,
Bashfulness clustered around “ma’am” and “sir.”
I thought I knew a lot about him, till he taught me more,
Which was great, at first–Spanish class had become a bore–
his Bosnian sweetness an enticing lure–
he spoke in ways I’d never...

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