Best Bosom Poems
Breathing, Soft Heaving Bosom Swells
Swaying rhythmic her hips
Tantalizing her lips
Blue casting sapphire eyes
Dancing under night skies
Such heavenly sweet trips
Docking side by side ships.
Breathing, soft heaving bosom swells
O' pleasures, past glorious bells
And Fated bounty was given
For then Love was in the liven
First kiss, gold coins in wishing wells
Sexual thoughts one never tells.
Swaying rhythmic her hips
Tantalizing her lips
Blue casting sapphire eyes
Dancing under night skies
Such heavenly sweet trips
Side by side docking ships.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-16-2018
Rhyme, ( Youth, romance and past treasures once found)
Categories:
bosom, appreciation, art, beautiful, romantic,
Form:
Rhyme
I died once
Twice,
And then a couple of times after that,
Each time I saw you with another,
A part of me lost life,
The hinges that held my being together
Only remained adhered because of you,
Knowing that you were breathing alighted my soul with life,
Because I was prospective of the fact that,
One day, you might actually be mine,
I had a special place in my fantasies that I liked to visit a lot,
Because it was the only place in which you were truly and eternally mine,
You were the reason why as grown as I was,
I still dared to imagine,
Because you being in my dreams brought reality to it all,
I kissed you affectionately in those fantasies,
Feeling your soft lips tickling my mouth,
Generating waves of euphoria in every cell in my body,
I would hold you in my arms, tight,
And never let go,
You would whisper in that melodious voice of yours,
And tell me that you loved me,
You would grab my cheeks in the softness of your palms,
And draw me closer to your bosom,
I would feel your heartbeat going in the same rhythm as mine,
I would fell every sense of mine
Awaken,
I would be alive…
Then reality would jerk me back,
I would then see you with those eyes burning with love,
But they were never burning for me,
I would see you wrapped in the arms of another,
As soon as this happened,
Every time,
I felt a hollow in me form,
I would lose life, wither in the wind,
Each time I saw you with another,
I realized you were never mine,
And I would die,
So you see my dear,
I’m no longer afraid,
I’ve died too many times to be scared…
Categories:
bosom, appreciation, beauty, jealousy, lost
Form:
Free verse
Resting there, beneath the sod,
Lie two young, bosom friends.
They shared the joys and toils of life,
From childhood, down in Texas,
To this grassy knoll where their story ends.
Now, the mysteries of life and youth
Are hard to understand.
Especially in times like these,
When winds of restlessness and change
Are blowing wild across the land.
Both, Tom McQueen and Billy Barnes
Were fine, but reckless boys.
Bill had a fiery temper,
While Tom just lived for teasing--
Jests and jokes were his favorite toys.
Though friends, they often mixed it up,
In their rough and tumble way.
Billy's boiling point was low,
And Tom, who only spoke in fun,
Always knew which words to say.
Their tussles never lasted long,
Though sometimes they were rough.
They thrived on scrapes and bruises,
But no grudge could come between them;
They were made of tough, forgiving stuff.
They joined us on the cattle drive
When both were seventeen.
They pulled their weight from dawn to dark,
And I never heard them once complain.
No braver lads I've ever seen.
--continued...
Categories:
bosom,
Form:
The drovers' hearts were beating fast
When our grueling drive was done.
They'd had their fill of dust and beans,
And the only thing they wanted now,
Was a long, hot bath, and some cow town fun.
They loaded up the holding pens
With bawling, longhorn beef,
Then spurred their horses into town,
To seek out recreation--
And give their lonely hearts relief.
Dark moods and headaches followed
A long and lusty night.
The cattle town was lifeless--
Billy Barnes was taut and mean,
And the Kansas sun was blazing bright.
The boys ducked into the general store
Out of the noon-day sun.
There, Billy saw his heart's desire--
Beneath the glass of the counter,
Lay a blued steel, Colt, handgun.
Against young Tom's wise counsel,
Billy laid his money down.
With the heavy Colt tucked beneath his belt,
And feeling nearly ten feet tall,
He stepped out on the streets of town.
That evening found the bosom friends
In a dimly lit saloon,
Where the cost of rot-gut whisky,
And painted good-time gals
Left them busted much too soon.
Out in the steaming, summer night,
On the cattle town's boardwalk,
Billy's mood was dark and somber--
While Tom McQueen, as usual,
Was full of fun and nonsense talk.
--continued...
Categories:
bosom, cowboy-western, death, friendship, history,
Form:
alone,and scarred, no hope for you to gain
that which you've sought with love and pain.
No one will ever come to esteem you a star
in their bosom nor visit from afar.
The arrow sparred you no victims for food
You wonder the wasteland a starving man,
moribund by starvation whom none wooed.
You cried out and none heard you dying on the sand.
Categories:
bosom, loneliness, lost love, love,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
1 From tuning précised white harmonic doves,
You made a fair light, the sun was torn halves,
And weaved the dimmed lawn- an elegant quilt,
For only those mine could feel the well-built!
2 Hence I, with my will, put bars in the wind,
That is in the bourn of ‘prison’ herein,
But daybreak along broke with stranger fires,
Left frozen be this heaven where it gyres,
3 Seemed nothing less now, my fury was lit,
By those flames that ate my paradise’s seat,
Your presence and will have shined through that fire,
Vile as to sing with the underground choir!
4 Yet in my dark thoughts, spread light of what’s true,
That rooted in you for Wisdom’s with you,
Ruins of Great showed it was but a door,
Whose sill was a threshold leading to more,
5 Beyond grand onset, the path I know tread,
I know you did craft by each thread by thread,
That somehow cuts through the proud earth above,
And if I shall, this must lead me to Love,
6 Thus lifeless, lifeless, indeed you are one,
For this ultimate, you bade it begone!
And let it unite together with mine,
Whom mentored me so to age like a wine.
7 What more can replace the love that you gave?
For this one shall never have its own grave,
Until I can reach the terminal east,
Then I’ll be those beasts in hatred who feasts!
8 Yours do have outstood all among others,
Revealed in springtime, in its young flowers,
In summer: the ocean; pastures of fall,
And playful flames through the winter spell’s call,
9 Passion and concern, more likely divine,
The best that did lay, they all in you twine,
Hence I’m grateful but to one entity,
Of life only spent in eternity…
-oOo-
Categories:
bosom, family, mother, thank youme,
Form:
Lyric
Deep in her bosom
Lies life most precious resource
Fresh as a new day
Categories:
bosom, nature
Form:
Haiku
This poem is a metaphor.
The crying tires,
the shattered glass,
it all happened,
so very fast.
His life it flashed,
before his eyes,
his life always swaddled,
in set ups and lies.
No direction,
for the good,
he just wanted a life,
that was nurturing and true.
The boys confused mind,
was searching for love,
It was something he,
could never find.
She always loved him,
so she claimed,
everyone else,
was always to blame.
His friends became,
his blood brother's,
they nurtured him,
like no others.
His voice screamed out,
God heard his pain,
in that moment,
he called on his name.
Now he sleeps,
bent on their whispers,
that God is good,
and his true love delivers.
After it's over,
and after it's done,
how she then claims,
her suffering son!
I'll run to you,
when I see you again,
and tell you that I love you,
like I did back then.
I'll never forget,
that cold winter's day,
you told me you wished,
with me you could stay.
Your spirit remains,
I've seen you visit,
I answered the door,
and blew you kisses.
Categories:
bosom, child abuse, childhood, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Billy never could remember,
At least that's what he said,
Just what it was that set him off--
That made him pull the pistol,
And shoot his lifelong buddy, dead.
Billy cried just like a baby,
As we let Tom's body down.
He even helped to fill the grave
With that rich, black soil of Kansas.
Then the marshal took him back to town.
The trial was fair and speedy;
There wasn't much to say.
The jury found Bill guilty,
And the judge, with cold expression,
Set forth his hanging day.
We laid young Bill to rest that day,
In a grave beside his friend.
Side by side they'd lived their lives--
Now side by side, beneath the sod,
Somehow seemed a fitting end.
Categories:
bosom, cowboy-western, death, history, life,
Form:
n she drew me into
the deepest layer of
earth,the molten lava
hallowing me but
not touching.
i was being
a lustful
saint
the empty poles in the open sky
smiles at the closed force of
an unborn tomorrow
the scent of the unblown flower
engulfs the mouth, delicate
drops of the magic
potion
drips through the divine mouth
dehydrated devoid of strength
in a trans delirium
we
non exist float on thin air
the yellow slant of the squinting sun
silently swallowed the remnants
of the night
red roads
ascended to sky n bliss spilled
down the stream
sweet mountain nymphs danced
our soul soared to the realms
unknown liberated from
the bondage of fear
like a
small fly
on the bosom of the soothing wind
Categories:
bosom, allegory, love, lust,
Form:
*
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Bounteous bosom,
In cool dazzling rime,
One posy poem in a ring
Breath freely my dear friend
Read the poem and go waddling
Here, some sweet ziziphus spina christi
From a wild natural tender tree,
For you and some to the kid
Ripe fresh from its mama
You who found first
Ere all the jewel
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You may like too see zizphus. Here the url:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t2Ns9QiwFyQ
Categories:
bosom, friend, love, tree,
Form:
Free verse
There is a spark
A tinkling spark in my bosom
I am warning you, dear universe
I know its about to rain
And the trees are looking up
The forest is yawning
And the clouds are watching
I want to climb the mountain, up the tallest top
I want to shout, and tear the air
It is a spark, only a spark as yet
I want to climb with the spark
Listen mortals
When it bursts into a flame
You will know
Flashes of burning embers
The oceans shall boil
And rivers running to hide
I am warning you, dear universe
I am Coming
Categories:
bosom, allusion, storm, universe,
Form:
Blank verse
mia madre terra
as we rest in your bosom
we slowly realize – your fight for us
searching for natural resources
finding dry – given up – life once lived
sensations felt in all the five elements
residing within me
to live without you is to
live without my existence
mia madre terra
taking you for granted
betraying you
molesting you
despite of all the gifts you have
given to us – yet
you keep giving us
when you roar
we pause
rispetta il clima
we don’t stop
we pause
we take time to learn
we are changing
for the better – many of us
many of us – not changing
as the glaciers melt
my side suffers the exploitation – need climate justice
mia madre terra
you’re the sweetest embrace
earthing with you
rejuvenates me
caresses me
I feel whole hugging you
I have to find you
In every tree
A high price fee
rispetta il clima
lands taken away
building – tearing – ripping
just taking – giving back less
very less – forgive those who
are still blind – they do not
know the essence of every season
each season is our life to grow
old to go – new to flow
mia madre terra
as days go by
your worth is acknowledged
how beautiful you are for all of us
we are healthy because of you
the seasonal changes remind us
about the change we caused
forgive us – we appreciate you
in everyway
rispetta il clima
the sunflower breeze
the honey buzz
cherry blossom fragrance
herbs growing – coffee brewing
we all need you – bow to you
time to reprogramme our goals – sustain
protect – something new we create
so we enjoy the joy of climate flow
mia madre terra
Categories:
bosom, creation, environment, growth, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
A wintry chill held me to your bosom
The night drew praises from my lips
My hungry prayers did feed a fiery blossom
And the blast withdrew its icy fingertips.
As fancies came unhinged from fear
And diminished dark in its magnitude
My heart bulged with its own good cheer
And spilled its cries of gratitude
Categories:
bosom, faith, religion,
Form:
In our bosom, we lie in shame,
In a tantalizing tone, they ask our name,
Our pride taken, we stand stolid and speechless
And our destiny had been made shapeless.
In our bosom, fear left us lamed,
As lamb stares a lion, we are tamed.
We seem to have all but muscles;
Muscles require solving puzzles.
In our bosom, we ought to be us,
We need no telling to hold hands and not fuss.
Arise and let's face the globe with a presence of mind,
For a presence of mind, let's change our state of mind.
Categories:
bosom, africa, black african american,
Form:
Quatrain