Best Counterpane Poems

Gentle sounds of rainy days, 
   Cool dampness on a counterpane

The memory of my childhood years, beneath a quilt of poetry
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With the gentle sound of rainy days
I do recall the games I played,
while home from school, and when fevers brewed
when I was sick, and clouds...

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Look into my mind.
I am the master of fantasy;
King of the isle of imagination,
Lord of the land of counterpane
Whereon I arrange the pieces of my...

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I skip one stone across the pond,
an oblate onyx dotting i's
in footles of a vagabond
who tiptoes after tiger eyes.

Perhaps the ripples left behind
are teary runes...

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Courageous are those in smallest rooms
Who stare at darkness and wildly plan
How a meal for six can be made tomorrow
From what might not nourish one...

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The Land Of Counterpane
Written by: Robert Louis Steveson

"When I was sick and lay a- bed
I had two pillows at my head
All my toys beside me...

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Little boy ill and in bed every day
couldn't join friends or go out and play.
Little lead soldiers marched on his bed,
many adventures whirled in his...

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Stories all of 100
years old
Bribery And
Blackmail
They have to be
retold

Definitions of words
have surely changed
as Kilts And Reefers
are now explained.

Two Kinds Of Success
stories
That Work...

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The breeze broke free from cloud bonds above
And wove the meadow into a confusion of green
While the nearby stream talked in time trickling whispers,
And beneath...

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I wheel to my corner
ostracised by your ebbing warmth
unyielding to my probing hand 
in the eeriness of NEP's darkdom
Memories tumble down my quavering spine
images splahed...

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When a person is alone 
We tend to hide in a shadow 
As a group, we bring out the light
And things do not seem shallow...

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Under the boughs, the blossom shower drifted 
downwards with the rain; 
time stood still, yet hour upon hour shifted 
the earth's moist counterpane. 
Taking the...

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No one has that voluble to alter my thought 
Towards the confines of the mortal world 
When the futile began to repent for being guilt
Despite...

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Alas! A pandemic on earth;
Spread over the earth like a counterpane
And feasts with no respect for personality.
Has the end come?

What manner of pandemic is this
That...

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* This is a form I created called “Cinqopet” - I hope you enjoy it. *

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oh why do you yet haunt me...

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