Best Bed Poems

When 
When did a bed become your prison
I see your strength absorbed
Absorbed by the mattress 
I turn you
Trying to prevent sores
Who would have thought soft sheets
White sheets
Could cut like glass
I hold on to you
The younger you
Remembering your smile
your vitality
I had thought you to be
The most...

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“The Queen-Sized Bed”.
			 © London F. Buss

  A queen-size bed was coming slowly,
  down the rough dirt track.
  As it drew closer,
  The wheels clumsily mounted on the base of each leg,
  rattled like a hospital gurney on the stones.
...

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One April day when spring was in the air,
I stepped outside so I might relish it.
I came upon a cherry tree so fair,
beneath its limbs I was enticed to sit.

I fell to sleep inhaling fragrant bliss -
the vision of the tree still in my brain.
I...

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And when will the tides turn against confident indifference?!

When will humanity cease
To throw cats against curiosity’s silver coated dagger

Another played out song
Another dramatic lyric
Shifting embellished overtones
With deteriorating tact

They spit posthumous awakenings
As divinity laced smiles, wither under a convoluted moon
Shedding retina waterfalls
Misunderstood

Pretentious anger becomes Aphrodite mediocrity
Wisdom,...

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In his bed she lies in wait.
For when he returns he will surely sate.
The time in the shower was just a tease.
No time to savor.....no time to please.
 
In his bed she envisions how he looked lathered in soap.
The smile he gave her when she...

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FROM A HOSPITAL BED
Wordancer

Even if I’m dizzy with an aching head, 
I must not disturb the others in the beds
In this hospital ward where not much is said
For fear of making a fuss.

It’s not much fun with nothing to do 
Can’t even get up to...

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In his bed she hears him approach with long strides.
The covers are over her head as she pretends to hide.
With one swift yank she is left naked and bare.
Meeting his eyes in a longing appreciative stare.
 
In his bed he falls swiftly into her welcoming...

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Golden soft was the light that swiftly flew, 
As whistling rain pelted majestic oaks 
And the soaked birds began to cry for you 
As Nature silently wrapped up its cloaks 

Thirsty for coming dawn, so bold and new. 

Silver Maples fluttering in the wind, 
Where...

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                                          An aged rusty...

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Who is this man laying beside me?
You’re not my lover and I’m not your enemy
Searching and hoping for a familiar touch
Wanting and needing it just a little too much

Where is the man I married prior to this war?
I want him back entirely as I had...

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Last night I had a dream, unlike the rest
then begged of Sandman, this one request,
"Please take me there again tonight
and let me feel the sweet delight,
 again, before it fades away,
...take me to where the petals lay"

   We ran through meadows, days were...

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Should it be a poet's duty
To write solely about beauty?

A POET’S DUTY by BETH EVANS

ANSWER ON A BED OF NAILS

let me answer the quixotic brioche —
we all need a delicate pinch;
brachial bruising a warning

all the flowery talk dispels the magnitude
of cancer, the carbuncle of abuse,
the...

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I see my son’s framed 
heartbeat, while the gold
mirror reflects the
walk-in wardrobe, as~
nightlights kiss white sheets…

I am tied to
the memories~
longing sunsets,
lost…daydreaming.

As wind and 
waves merge, I 
hear crickets,

balmy
roses,

mint… 






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the unzipped match —
a flame that heats the tips of fingers,
those sensitive appendages
that linger,
upon the cheek,
the whiskers.

erogenous zones touched by the flame,
like candles arouse
compatible birthday suits.

the cherry red matchstick
plumps up her lips
making them magnetic.

his lips and ruby tongue
pulled into
the black hole of her being.

their own...

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Caressing the mind
And kissing
Glossy, smooth stones
Liquid rippling
Flowing over the bed
Hues of taupe
Sand and charcoal
With hints of lavender
Coloring the emotions
Wistful, willful, warm
Like the flavor
Of a rising storm

Resting on the sand
Brilliant like the sunshine
Glowing in moonlight
Smooth stones
Risking their stability
In the currents
Gracefully pouring
Along the edge
Of an emerald forest
Pines,...

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