Best Demure Poems

    "Canvas of Demure Dusk"



Amber canopy descends
Twilight fades to dusk
Celestial heavens dream
In posh perfumed musk
Violet veil weaves
Mysterious essence glows
Moistens golden leaves.


*For Nette Onclaud's Wonder of Dusk Seguidilla Contest.
*Written by: Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S.
*Sept. 26, 2012. ...

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How tenuous, how softly demure,
Sounds this interlude, which I trying to catch!
Like bereft of a sigh, non  formidable sketch
It is soaring around, immutably pure....

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Ain't You Demure....Challenge


She rode in on a buckskin mare,
Tied up at Cote D'Zur
She sat down by a young cowboy -
He said "Ain't you demure."

She said,"My husband says 'lissome'-
And I prefer that tone."
He said," You're prob'ly cenosure,
But now you're all alone."

"I know you're tryin' for glamour...

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Butterflies dance in Autumn rain
they see only colors
and know not hidden pain-

Revered tears sayeth the sea
moonlit lace of what you were to  me
time is shadowed
encased in fear
but born again when you are near-

Oceans demure that ravage the heart
where sand and sea
doth never to part-

One...

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Je mourrais pour embrasser tes lèvres

demure propriety awaiting
mists uncover morning crest
arched along crimson tides

glances reflectively linger
last chances filling coffers
only pearls dare still sing

gentle waves wash
upward turns to heaven

Je veux embrasser vos lèvres 
scorch your name 
upon my naked soul 

find me in fluid drips
of your...

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April – breezy and demure –
Make yourself at home.
I’ve kept some tea warm –
So glad you're here.

I heard that you'd visit;
The birds announced your arrival
By chirp and warble –
I’d been waiting for it.

I saw wildflowers in full flush
Arrive just ahead of you.
The bees buzz as...

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I'm sitting like a fat gray cat in the sun,
watching my forest gently dance, 
The wind is barely breezing, 

The bird songs are the only sounds
I hear except for the running water
of my fountain and my wheezing.

I have cut my newest homemade pirate
shirt a bit...

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Charlie recognized grandma's neighbor Teresa the instant she looked up.
He had not seen her for ten years, but he remembered her kindnesses.
When grandma passed he felt too miserable to play with her kittens.
Teresa took it upon herself to look after the tiny beasts.
She also talked...

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I was sedate once, dainty, delicate, demure, girly and feminine.
No you weren’t.
Sure, remember that day I wore the pink flowered dress?
And rolled in the mud with it? Yes, before I rolled in the mud.

I tried my fabrication on six more people.
They all knew me better....

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Dawn Demure
Dawn December day.
Machine peacefully sleeps.
Slumber banished.
RAF pilot.
Spitfire!
Kept warm, mission time, Norway bound.
Snow, fjords, mountains.
Cockpit, aboard, checks,
rise, feathery clouds.
Recon.
Fine machine, woman.
Precision engine.
Exquisite cameras, spy on Nazi’s Christmas.
Thousand mile trip, freedom.
Gentle hearts, honest loving men.
Tirpitz photos, Whitehall desks.
Experts, delicately place,
five ton Tallboy bombs.
Lancaster love....

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demure and graceful
she sat a wallflower
clueless of her charm


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Azure demure 

All the ideas that you’ve wrote down before
Have been thought about a thousand times or more
I sit on the train and it’s late

After the money has fell through the floor
It seems there are only boards and a door
It’s lazy to think that and...

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Quiet inspiration, a flickering flame,
A restraining hand with demure's acclaim.
Whispers of beauty, softly spoken with a sigh,
Belies the insight within that lifts the eye.

A demure muse, content to hide,
Modestly nurturing the wellspring inside.
No grand applause, no spotlight to glare,
Has the simply joy of creation to...

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See her See me in Artistry
A portrait reveals one’s secrets age-old
Eyes tell a story without being told.Quote - poets own.
I look into her eyes and find myself
Feel all the hurts that I have ever felt
A grown woman and beauteous she is
Her refinement captured by the...

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They say this shall pass too, 

But here I am standing in the never-ending queue, 

On a road reflecting an infinite path in my rearview.  

Slowly and slowly, it induces a demure attitude 

Giving up on your jolly side along with it too. 

Nothing...

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