Best Francesca Poems

I was pushed to write this comparison after reading the poem on Byron by the souper poet Gary Bateman.
Wandering on internet I found the Byron's...

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After I just heard my guide in this trip
Speaking of ancient women and of  knights,
Pity I felt, then had loss to outstrip.

I began: “Poet...

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As Hermes once took to his feathers light,
When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept,
So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright
So played, so charmed, so...

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Eyes shimmer sky-kissed blue.
Cheeks whisper a rosy hue.
Smiles and laughter breakthrough,
When we play fun peekaboo.

Lips create Cupid’s bow.
Hair sun-kissed strawberry flow.
Sense of calm rests below,
As...

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DELLA FRANCESCA

meticulous mystery
so picturesque
en passant...

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serene detachment
in an enigmatic
renaissnce...

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She sits like a song
In her rocking chair.
Grace evident - Smiling radiant
Power curling on spun glass.
Bound to a solitude --"Welcome, Old Friend"
Moving as if to...

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Michael and Carolyn came home again
Their busy lives disrupted by death's end
Not knowing they'd encounter love unrestrained
By coming home for mom's funeral to attend
Life has...

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Almonds encased in hard red candy
Brandy from snow white walnuts
Collateral damage to the left front bumper of the sled
Dietary restrictions on anything considered a spice
Everything...

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Confessions of a Swirly Straw

The Swirly Straw said to the Clear Cola 
“I don’t mean to pry 
but I’m tired of getting double teamed 
Like...

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What is he really like?

Is he really that sweet, kind, gentle

Are his kisses as good as I imagine them to be

Can his arms really be...

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A final letter from the heart my love



You sat in Vermeer’s room, maid by side;
As daylight positioned at your writing place,
Decanted through the stained glass...

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I’m walking, just like Exodus and Alemba
And although am not Casting crowns, am walking as far as the ‘East is from the West’
So many thoughts...

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What I remember most on a romantic evening,
We had a picnic for two, it was a magical midnight!
I was blown away, and felt the earth...

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Your hand
As so inclined
Am I to show that love refined
Itself to friendship

Yet in that lowly
Friendly act
There still remains the simple fact
As lips touch skin

Respectful blessing
Is...

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