Best Cherubic Poems

This road is snake-like except
for the crusty scales of an intestinal
late dusk. A boy treaded on the 
lane tracks lean and nomadic...
burnt shoulders grilled and...

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If I told the winds
How much you love me
And quickly spread the news
Blushing your horizon,
Revealing our secret
To whole wide world
Before you could brief
Your own aspirations,
Would...

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What can I say that I haven’t said before
What can I recite to tell how much more
You mean to my world
How that I’ve never felt...

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A precious bud was born this hour 
a lovely little Zinnia flower 
her soft new petals grace the stage
with newness of life, a beautiful babe.

With...

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The Story so far continued from 'Visitor'…
An attractive extra-terrestrial female researcher sent to a remote island to observe earth and beam back her findings is...

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My Blue Angels, illuminaries of incandescent light for they frolic between non-existence and temporal time. As they prance amidst the spatiotemporal stars I can see...

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“Stealing our breath, you came down to us with angelic grace and you keep holding us under your magic spell” ~ By Poet

A precious little...

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The sparkling spirit of your love, 
merges with mine, 
dwelling in passages of time, as
my heart sings symphonies of 
ethereal lanterns, 
beaming upon golden poppies,
while...

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We warrior poets
calligraphy ride boldly into the foggy fray
Our ancient, iron-will pens
are always getting battle-tested
time and time again     by cloudy blot...

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From now on, I'll thrive to rise and smile
Turning aspirations into dreams fulfilled
Satiating desires in your ardent company
Transforming all grief into wondrous glee

From now on,...

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~ Frost
         by
             design
~ delicate,
...

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coming out of the frame,
in evening without a sun, unflinchingly,
he said, he was talking to his father
daily, in his mind, who was in grave,
(when he...

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We all relate to angels as cherubic little people but that is not all together true

There are angels inside of tall lanky men who look...

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I, griot, of the Hamitic shrine
I, oracle of the orisha's ebon throne
I, child, of Melchizedek line
I, olive tree in a desert sown
Mantled in the robe...

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Should early morning sunrise skip
A day or two and nighttime stars
All disappear from view, would you
Be there to hold my quaking hand?
When cherubic celestial wings
Begin...

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