Best Breezed Poems

I can still recall the look upon His face

Each thought still makes me go to that enchanting place

The vernal air was floral sweet and honey breezed

 We roamed along Venice's zigzagged lanes and cobbled streets

On our  secret rendezvous,We hugged affectionately under pastel gothic galleries

Greeted...

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The new sheriff of Poetry Soup
 Rode into town on a horse named Snoop
 Jan was on his wanted list
 And the gang she did enlist
 In writing lim'ricks about poop
   He found her at the old saloon
 Telling poo jokes and singing...

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*****Anyone who knows my poetry knows how I often use Greek mythology in my works. This poem revolves around the idea of the moon longing to become 'into being' so as to be with Venus, whom is represented in Greek mythology as beauty itself. I...

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Roses felt rosier and Jasmine more fragrant
As tender winds breezed caressing our aura
Inducing sweet emotions in voices of passion
When eloquently we spoke language of love
Hosting conversation of charming sensations.

Climbing up high, touching contours of sky
A new dawn gladly smiled on our horizon
Uplifting golden sun in...

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I just got through viewing
The "Hot New Poems List"
With the names of those I know
and some I guessed I've missed

I breezed right though the first five
Then, right straight down to ten
and new there'd be no need
To ever check, that high again

Then, Flying though the twenties
Perhaps,...

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Summer’s warmth breezed upon the verdant hills
Quivering golden twilight’s zesty marigold appeal
Scintillating rustling leaves in resplendent prairies
While eventide’s glaring aura emulated your zeal
When leisurely you strolled on tranquil sandy beach
As sun’s amber beams glimmered your footprints.

Delighted by your visit, thrilled in your company,
Reveling your mystique...

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We got some visits from two gods of wind -
fall’s Notus and the winter’s Boreus -
One hot, the other cold; here’s what happened
when they arrived; it was not glorious!

The south wind, Notus, a destructive one,
consumed our crops and left us a small drought.
Old Boreas then,...

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I once awoke into a dream
And there I saw a sight.
Adrift, a draft of Daffodils
Breezed on a hard day's night.

Still looking up and at the sky,
A Dandelions nest, 
Shone down like rays of Buttercups
Alighting up my vest.

“Hello,” I bellied up to it.
And smiling like a...

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If I ever knew this day would come 
when my muse stops showing up
and words stop flowing through,
I would have breezed upon each chapter
all these breaths l feel for you.
If I ever knew our bench would once be empty,
Creases vanish from my coat
Our peach tree...

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Ted breezed into the house like he owned the place
with an cocky smirk plastered all over his face
I know that look son; just tell me what you’ve done -
you’ve not robbed a bank and now you’re on the run’!
 
He puffed out his chest and...

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Thinking of O, Ms. Jill Martin was in her solitude “Quietly…breathing”
That, she just waved her hand greeting April Lewis “Without Speaking”
I spied humorist Donald Meikle, writing a “Note to a Lady in Waiting”

Let’s party! exclaimed silent Sami Al-Khalili, but not “Only In Winter”
That’s a real...

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Oluwakayode Adigun a rare name
I heard as I breezed down 
the city of Lagos in search of 
pecuniary gains. Does he teach?
So I was told but when he walked in
 it was unannounced, subtle, oh yea!
His presence I reckoned not!
As often, these stories, of trade...

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It's beautiful, the whole dam business, the circle, 
the new and distant friends, the words formed, 
which blow away; like Zeek and Ike and Calloway; 
and the dark sky, rests; and I find a jilted tree, not 
far from the buzz, and the busy blue-breezed,...

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Gently lying on my bed with my slickly Pink Pajamas,
I fell asleep like a peaceful baby,
then the windows opened in complete excitement,
and the seas breezed in like a stampede,
raising my night dress from legs to Breasts
leaving me nude, cold but blessed,
then came this guy with...

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Poet Jan just breezed into town
Her huge farts made some people frown
They all pinched their noses
Carried scented roses
Her flatulence let their town down

So they locked her up in the jail
How the inmate’s faces turned pale
A rank putrid smell
Arose from her cell
But Arthur still stumped up...

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