Best Lithe Poems

Once Upon a Purple Sunrise

Pretty as a Periwinkle,
in your frilly summer frock,
the one with purple polka dots
that matched the cool of early dawn.

Haloed in hazy...

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A desperate housewife I knew
had such mundane housework to do.
Being so tired of it,
she decided to quit.
Then off to Las Vegas she flew.

Having always been...

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What Holds More Resplendent Gifts Of The Great And Vast Beyond

Seas of poetry orations, I once took my swims
being strong in spirit, stouter in heart...

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Alone atop a hill,
   an ornamental willow
             dances in the breeze.
Long...

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Last Dance by Darren White

Oh be my heart for me when it stops beating,

My lungs to breathe thin air still far too chill,

My feet to...

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I cannot reach the ivy wildly growing,

The screen will soon cling and cover.

Once I was tall enough and lithe,

But those days are long and long...

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She's just beautiful,her outfit is of the latest style,
hair is perfect not a one out of place.
Long maniured nails ,done in a salon,
down to the...

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(This a new Version created using many editing suggestions from Linda:) 

I picked you up
like a “shiny” newly minted copper penny 
it was your kitten...

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now ...

dance for me …
eyes of polished onyx pierce
me like the keen edge of a scalpel,
deftly wielded ...
the blood of my black
heart flowing in and...

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He reached his fingers to the stars
 willed his legs to move
  forced his head so far back
   that in his body's...

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He curls his lithe frame around mine.
All arms and legs, a fluttering heart
As a little bird’s, frightened but brave.
I kiss him, he tastes like oranges,
fresh...

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Tribute To The Memory Of John Keats

Child of the storm-swift Hermes, lithe and strong
To Trojan tumult, had the gods thus willed,
They gave thee one short...

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The languid petals of addiction fall in a silent way;
they do not scream or keen, but wrap insidious mind-vines

around all that you are, soft as...

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He defied tragedy as he rowed
His sturdy boat towards the middle
Of the cursed lake where once
His wife fell into the icy water
And drowned.  He...

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