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...

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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.
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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.
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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...

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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...

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Deep in her bosom
Lies life most precious resource
Fresh as a new day...

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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...

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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.
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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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