Best Lilly Poems

My mind drifts back
To red times we've had
Healing happy lime laughs
Revealing shining over anything sad

Magical how one word from you
Colors me whatever you choose
From lamenting...

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Slice me with your tongue,
Razor blade wounds,
To suck out all my poisens,
Sweet lonely lullaby,
Accusing eyes of sadism,
Picture perfect prodegy, 
My Deadly Sin,
A bitter taste of...

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There Be Dragons


In that place where the Earth meets the sky
Where magic reigns with myth
There dwell, yet still, great dragons that fly
Blue unicorn and gryph...

Fantastical...

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LOVE IS

Love is romancing and always being kind,
No matter the hundred things on your mind.

Love is sharing a pillow or a single bed all night,
Where...

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The green blades sway in sync.
In unison the leaves do dance.
The lilly pads bop as the water laps.
Hedgerows are captured in a misty trance.

The secret...

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Slice me with your tongue
Razor blade wounds
To suck out all my poisons 
Sweet lonely lullaby 
Accusing eyes of sodomy 
Picture perfect prodigy
My deadly sin 
A...

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She was always there 
     with her big green eyes
Looking up at me 
     and into the...

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I am jealous
of everything that has ever touched you,
the breaths of hot sunshine that have soothed your cheeks with hope,
the moonlight that has painted your...

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Now Christmas in July seems crazy - I’m sure I hear you say
That has got to be plain silly - but this is the Aussie...

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To Love My Only Daughter
By: Aidan Gilbert 

I wanted to be the best father
To love my only daughter
But a cold war struck my blind eyes
Left...

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A single red Rose sits on the corner

 of the yellow linen draped table

in the open air cobblestone courtyard.

Under the star filled moonlit midnight sky

...

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WHERE DO FROGS GO TO THINK?


Where do frogs go when they need to think?
I've often wondered where.
When they're not feeling quite in the pink
do they...

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I'll be thinking of you as the cloak of night weeps lullabies to the waiting moon,
where morning star through cloudless sky sips the sweet of...

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A constant vein of nature’s blood cascading rock and sand,
Flushing grains of dislodged mud. The beat in a mountain band,
Currawongs sing melody. Black Cockies rasping...

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It's three in the morning
And I was awakened by 
An extreme thirst. In the night
It's hard to tell just how thirsty
You really are. It's not...

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