Best Cheeked Poems

Apple cheeked autumn eyes bashful skies, as

Yellow frocked summer says her goodbyes to fragrant
Earth's seeded spring, to wild bouquets
Arranged by careless care, for the
Roses and...

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Like violets were her eyes when first I spied
the lady with a sweet child’s face who peeked
at me from bushes that she stood beside,
alluring Lilah,...

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She is searching for the son taken  from her arms 
 simply because she was believed to be a child herself.
She was unable to...

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A is for Annie Apple Blossom she buds in the Spring. 
B is Betty Baby Breath she's such a dainty thing.

C is for Miss Candy...

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A time for many a part-time passion, like
the discarded  skin of  Esprit  jeans and low-hip  waistline
baring pierced navel with flavor of...

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In the Dark Night Sky

In the Dark Night Sky, a “Pale Moon” now arises suddenly, 
With clouds of ice sparkling in a frozen-cold ring around...

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After we met
I thought we really had something,
Really hit it off.
It wasn’t the words we spoke,
The easy fluorescent trail they made.
Maybe it was the Japanese...

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I beseech the shards of my shattered self,
as recollections collect with a jagged edge,
for a softened reflection of a dream in smithereens
to sheath this sunken...

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My dearest love oft' pledged her soul,
          For life, though life then took its toll,
 ...

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The trees are bare, now comes cold air

The breezes howl this night

I’m toasty warm, secured by charm

As we hold each other tight

 

This winter evening…

As...

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March

Sweet, bitter March,
last year tears haven’t dried out up 
till now and yet you
are already at the door,
knocking lightly!

Sadness is still flapping over my head...

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Saved from my own cloaks of darkness; torn from grips
of deceit. I lift my prayers to sun-blushed skies.
The truth, I share, in shades of pink....

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Gathered in the shade of her quaint little garden, 
 where a trellis was woven with rose climbing vines,
   something enchanting, had been...

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My Christmas Baby Doll

Fast down the staircase, eight of us in all,
like Santa’s reindeer, fly to our big tree
the very second that our parents call
us...

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taking an early walk along the shore
awaiting for the royal entrance of the new day
through His Love Divine---
I hear the whisper of the cold and...

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