Best Cooed Poems

"Why do you love me, Dear?" she cooed.
    "You're cuddly, cute, and sweet," he said.
    "Your mama's cat is...

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That passion’s night, to make me sigh,
my love  seized several beams from sky
and shaped a ring of moonstone bright.
To make me sigh that passion’s...

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I let you break the door to my soul,
You savoured the flavour there in
Only you did,
But the broken door gave me pain
I let you, cos...

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Hello, I say to my one and only sweetest devotion 
Daydreamer, I know it was like a million years ago
When rolling in the deep, river...

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Where have they gone?

Where have all the commuters gone?
Said an old Fox nuzzling my hand.
I usually hide and sleep during the day,
Not that I’m complaining...

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"Well, how ya doin?" he asked
placing his foot inside the door.
His face became a sneer
as he recognized her fear
that only strengthened his resolve.
"What are you...

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Woman’s Desire

What’s all this rigmarole and claptrap 
About the man being the only one thinking of sex?
Well, truth be known,
A woman, skin deeply eager, thinks...

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She is my mirror of the night
the violent flash of lightning
her brown-black eyes 
are swords into my flesh
waves between our hands

She is pure love
wild honey...

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My sweet mother of pearl struck a ruby eyed reef. 
Then quickly sank into the deep, just shy of the cay of life. 
Don't remember...

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Otis Wheat was a simple man.  He didn’t have much to say and when he did say something it was worth listening to. ...

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Just two lonesome doves lost in a field full of grain
if one flies one way the other will be lost in the wind
oh, but how...

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Traversing passed a moonlit glade,
I spied a nook where dreams are made.
A twilight windsong filled my breast
and cleared a notch where I could rest.

My windsong...

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My earliest memory was the Mid-Wife
 And her strong , safe forceful grip .
 And Dad's big frown
 In his surgical gown
 Saying "don't let...

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What can she really say?
He left, went away.
Her baby cooed.
Tears shed,
uncertain.

She picked herself up again,
unashamed she was alone.
No more tears,
the future
clearer.

Looking at her baby asleep,
snug...

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A fine mist of rain falls silent 
on his thin, sharp-angled face. 
He picks up the pace and tilts 
his head to the wind. He...

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