Best In The Bosom Poems

O, weeping willow shed your sorrow
on whispering breeze to soothe your grief
within whose breath's a healing yarrow
to whisk away tears upon your leaf.

Sweet rustling zephyr...

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Thinking of you in crimson dawn rising
Voice of fervid night keeps calling me
Naming the lady of my fabulous dreams
Meet me I say, gleaming amber glory
Start...

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I've never ever seen her face, 
but in my mind, she's the color of love
Black
strong like dark coffee
She wakes you up early in the morning,
gives...

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 Her smiles of valor encase her agony--
   her fiery scars pound against her sanity
    struggling in twisted ropes of...

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Across the white sand waters
meld of teal and turquoise hue,
in sunlight, emerald facets, 
in shadow, grays of blue,
first breaking light of heaven,
tinted sky in tones...

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Oh! how love has bloomed—

fantasies like wild flowers plucked
a collection of candlelight craves and desires
fill a wistful star-maiden’s basket;
a bouquet of white asters from Orion’s...

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Hey are you still breathing?
Are you still believing,
or is your heart seething?
Does life still have meaning?
How's the word weaving,
is the ink still bleeding?
Tell me, does...

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When twilight sighs blushing cobalt skies
And evening dons purple on sienna brown 
As rainbow colors sprout blazing horizon
And scarlet winds echo intimate bird-songs
Beckoning sensuality of...

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               A coloratura rises 
      ...

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Find me then, when gilded ruby sky
Adorns mauve twilight on canvas pink
Pleasing ardor of magenta dreams
Tinting smiles in brushstrokes tangerine;
Find me then, when ocean's blue...

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My heart I set on a dear companion
the cherished imprint on my soul, profound
how safe I felt in a tough kind bosom!
though I ceased to...

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midst the bosom of a once bountiful farm
lies the graveyard of my ancestors~
the gush of tears that flowed here- only the wind knows;
the willows by...

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in silence, we connect through gazes
knitted by starlit eyes ablaze
like dusk's luster wafting by the sill ...
and we need not ramble in paraphrases
of  night’s...

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Mystical web spun memories of our sweet nights,
love began under stars and brightest of moonlights.
Hold onto that image, its joyous dreaming dreams;
fiery echoes, night trysts...

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Abandon Dead Trails And Thy Sybarite Lust

If Nature's earthen-fires thy bosom holds
and thy heart's countenance mind's eye thus sees;
life serves best those adventurously bold,
walking worn...

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