Best Pillowcase Poems

I am the wind

You cannot see me but you can feel me

Breezing gently through your hair

Brushing slightly across your cheek

Whispering softly 'neath your ear

I am...

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Music and romance are camarilla comrades,
just like poems are my shield and arrows.
But not all lullabies of lovers,
harmonise like a street choir of angels.
If love...

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I wanna be
the mild fragrance
of an evening primrose
gentle and sweet
beneath your sheet
Cluster of petals
which bloom
pink blossoms
to wither softly
into your sleep

Tell me...
What is the colour
of your...

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Goodnight my dear boy and what's that you say?
You want me to chase the bad monsters away?
Well, I'll tell you a tale that may just...

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I  am the wind

You cannot see me ,but you can feel me

breezin' gently through your hair

Brushin' slightly across your cheek 

Whisperin' softly 'neath your...

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 In the stillness of the night I write to you , like  I always did

From this little room I pick the brightest...

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I will not be late to work today

I will get there on time
I will brush my teeth
Without singing songs
Without thinking about birthdays
About gymnasiums
About TAKS 
About...

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Mirror, Mirror, Who Is That?

Who is that
Sleeping close enough
 To dream of kissing my nose…?
Well, almost…

Who is that who keeps inside 
Of him the man...

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gorgeous nostalgia
embroidered pillowcase
selected colors...

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Little things that made her laugh, ways that she came to me 
Lilies by her photograph, beauty beyond beauty 
Poems on her pillowcase, smiles to...

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Pumpkin King;  hear you wheeze.
Open lungs as light as leaves.
Oh; Great pumpkin; long-time wait.
Coming closer brings my fate.

Barometer up above my ears.
Hollow ground will...

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The old man sat quietly. He was pensively weighing his actions and the balance of right and wrong in his life.  Finally realizing there...

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While churning soil for my tiny eden
I bumped into a cluster of stones.
They weren't jagged and mean
but smooth and friendly,
like they once belonged to a...

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Bugs in my bed,
I sure hope they're dead.

I hope they're not nestled,
In the hair on my head.

What if they're all, over my pillowcase,  then...

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