Best Moistness Poems

Ocean Whispers

I sit on shore by windswept seas
    and feel the vibrant ocean breeze
As waves cascade upon the sand
    in breathless wonders of this land. 

I bask in balmy salty air 
      and feel...

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Part I

Where gladiators fought for life,
we meet to fight for love
The constellations in the Roman night sky,
celestial spectators, bathe the Colosseum
in the white blood of light
The night is throbbing with the heat of our battle,
our cries, more passionate than any that have gone before

Part II

A...

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Inside such dreams of never lasting days
We traversed such wanting thoughts in emotional astray

On that December night, to our cottage on the hill
Where on many a moonlit walk, we allowed our thoughts to spill

Our footprints of life we took in threaded tread we walked
When one...

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When you make love to me with spoken word
Emblazoned body burns in ecstasy 
Desire’s cadence by my heart is heard
And secret wants demand supremacy

When you make love to me with wanton gaze
A melody of moistness throbs within 
Your gnawing glances do ignite the craze
Of body...

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Let us ride

into a sunset's silhouette

to the far side of the land

which leads to an autumn lake

where white plumed swans pirouette

Lets hold hands in golden fields

Run through pleasant hay scent breeze

which blows gently,suddenly

brushing slightly across our cheeks

On a blanket we would lay

by  the graceful...

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My beloved Drino,

Take me to the memory

a neverlasting dream

which lived in yester yesterday

long before destiny took its toll

and footprints marked separate paths

Take me back to that  December night

where we ran holding hands

to the cottage down the hill

by fields of  evergreen

I am there, You...

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He lay beside her on their bed of dreams
His hands still playing in her raven hair
Her body bare and bathed by streaming beams
Of moonlight that revealed her glowing, fair

He marveled at the curves of breast and thigh
The fullness of her form like to her heart...

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Because the decision
To say goodbye
Is too hard to take
Because my heart will break
With your last embrace
My soul bleed
To see your need
For me…
I say goodbye
Gradually

Slowly…I start to fade
A little less every day
Pulling back
Staying away
A little more every day
Almost imperceptible my retreat
So that you don’t notice
So that...

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Just want to slip into a foggy darkness,
And let it envelop my soul.

Feeling its moistness wrapping me whole.
Finding myself in a magical forest in spring.

Just lying serenely on verdant, peace- filled grasslings
Tears of joy,fall... watching the clouds, simply meandering.

      ...

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GARDEN OF THE HEART 

I am the Garden
In me all things live
In me nothing is forgotten 
Here we enter 
After being done with the Serpent 
Flamed or in darkness 
When the Cross enters from below 
We die, never to be reborn

Over naked breasts and belly
Shadows...

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When she first came into this world, I had teardrops in my eyes
Rocking her to sleep at nights, was sure to make me cry
With my pinky held in her hand while a bottle she was fed
The moistness came to my eyes every time I put...

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Ever pass a street garden
On the lower East Side
You know the kind
Long and narrow
Squeezed between two tenements
Ever wonder how it came to be
Who made it?
Where did it come from?

Odds and ends 
And garden tools clutter one corner
Benches are set aside
A children’s swing waits at the...

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When I was young,
I often clung,
to many little things.
I'd reach up high,
again retie,
my mama's apron strings.

I sometimes did,
what mom forbid,
although she'd make it clear.
Thoughts still linger.
I remember,
through each fleeting year.

Acquainted still,
her stories thrill,
with many left untold.
I can't go back,
though mem'ries track,
to years I'd rather hold.

I'm...

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Day one; I leave the coast following the great black river.  Its meandering slow water sneaking slowly and silently past the ancient pines and hardwood trees gathered near its banks like a band of cronies, bent closely in conference, discussing how best to rob...

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Minimum wage.

Sometimes i lie in bed and feel the room 
shake and rattle as a train goes by. 
A train that sounds like a DC ten 
with three hundred lucky souls onboard. 

After it passes i listen to the arguments 
coming from the higher floors....

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