Best Lithely Poems

With shining eyes, the prettiest
advances leading all the rest.
She skips with glee beneath blue skies,
the prettiest with shining eyes.

The second, with a warming smile,
comes dressed...

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The whisper of dawn calls my name
gliding like a softly-bathed air: tangy
and afloat with a spice of mint 
in christened pools   lithely buoyant.
A...

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I see phantasms floating through the billowing early morning mist
where I stand alone by the black water as its ever 
probing tongue licks gently at...

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summer has arrived

as lithely as kittens' feet

hopeful days ahead

(June 28, 2021)...

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Yellow spreads her flowered self all along my lane,
asking only for some warmth and a little rain.

She might pose as Daffodil or enjoy the fame
of...

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Spring awakens to remnant snow
  As winter meets his quietus, he has to go
  Soon daffodils will lithely sway
 And spring's rhapsody will...

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One day I wandered to a meadow where
nature’s springtime was beyond compare,
for lovely flowers I saw dancing there
in May’s breeze, and fragrant was the air.

A...

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Fleet of foot,
down the stone steps, she seems to float,
now, ready to chase the wind,
Auburn locks now dancing.
Beauty dances through the crowds,
on golden walkways, she...

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A
ballet
comes to life
lithely bends life
ends...

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When Miss Lily Jane Bobbit arrived in that Alabama town,
jaws dropped; all eyes were riveted on her.
The ordinary street on which she lived would be...

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Excitedly we travelled to the fair.
   As fragrant scents of flowers filled the air.
   Dawns gift of light showing sights enthralling.
...

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I am a genius
I must profess
I have a Doctorate in bundling
And one in making my life a mess.

Everything I turn my hand to
My efforts soon...

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A pink rose bud grows
quite beautifully now
in the rose garden
as the music plays lithely
growth does grow with you, I know

By Susan Mills...

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On lonely paths I often roam
 Through meadows and over hills
 Like a gypsy cloud 'neath a blue sky dome
 And through a  field...

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My grandson asked if back when I was young
I had ever done anything naughty or wrong
I said shut the door put on listening ears
And Ill...

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