Best Pinkest Poems

Honeysuckle by the sea
lupine blue and wild sweet pea
buttercups and hare bell fair
tiny daisies for my hair
kissed by winds
of salted spray
sweetest bloom of the day
flaxen sea oats
bend their heads
anchored in their sandy beds
purple vetch's tendrils creep
through watery graves
where starfish sleep
silent ocean bed of glass
awaits the...

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You are my soul's hinterland Huntress
methodical in seduction
beautiful in bashful entrapment,
capturing this man's mania for erotic offering
leading me into open fields of forbidden fantasy,

Disrobe my desire, denude my fire
that spires hot for you,
you are my naked rose
the tempt in my nose,
study me into your curious...

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Sweet floral wine aged with a fine distinction
permeates violet fluorescence through the air 
silenced souls and the years cut into the night
and wrapped about the pinkest moon  reunite

Love held at bay bringing life to weathered sails
under whispered breath and last nights first kiss
eyes widen...

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Hark and listen well, if those foretoken in the eyes of hungers lust
Trapped in their illusion, trampling the Stars into dust
Forced with the detestation stench by the swamp of absolute disgust
Thou blackest scorpion be accursed, thy fields be ruin and rust

Professed, nonwarranted kinfolk testify regarding...

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LOVE SIGNS

The husband sat beside his wife
That woman-- passion of my life
Her eyes were lowered but their shine
Betrayed her mind saw us entwined
She took a pen in her white hands
Caressed the length, across black bands
Brought the  tip near to her lips
Her tongue flicked out...

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I. The Virgin

Dimpled white dove of a girl,
tell me where did you go
when I opened the little door
to your cage--
did you flutter, supple and blushing
into the half-moon's glimmer?

Floating on the breeze of girlhood,
did you caress the cheeks of new lovers
as you whispered by?
Did you sing...

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to animate  imagination
I chose cashmere, apricot, opal and platinum
soul’s command center smiled
puddles of ideas came swiftly
I discarded them
Tossing them into the stream of nowhere 
tantalizing whiskey wishes played in my dendrite field
I tossed these tidbits and trinkets aside
Sycamore stem of consciousness rolled her eyes
I...

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In 1912 she sits in lane
On cobblestone in fog and rain

Buy a posy of violet hue
Lavender flowers with morning dew

Pinkest roses from my "barrow"
From gardens sweet in Health and Harrow

Take pity on a maid like me
So I may go and taste some tea

The morning mists...

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The prettiest baby ever born.
The kindest child ever imagined.
The most adorable smile ever created.
So darling, she should be in the dictionary under the word darling.
 
The softest hair ever created.
The pinkest lips.
The bluest eyes.
So cute, your eyes will fall out because of her cuteness.
 
First...

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It was not expected, this diversion. Being uncommon of a type
And truly off the beaten track; the windscreen wipers wipe
Away the sheets of marmalade rain unremittingly,
Their sweeping swipe at drizzled prisms swept incessantly.

The sun, it emerged, again without expectation. Light fractured cloud
Sparkling off the bonnet...

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Kitchen rat with the ugliest pinkest tail
Jumped on the table and drank Daddy’s ale
I was frightened for he was as large as me.
Where could I hide? Under a cup for tea?

I slid into place with the cup on my head.
Holding my breath, for I felt...

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Do you think you know me?
Do you want to?
The tough thick skin you soften with your touch
Hides only something far penetrate.
You move in me and melt ice
but only a little.
The wall that surrounds the truth
Is thick and well built many years before you.
The truth is...

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Professed, nonwarranted kinfolk attest upon the secret florist
Herald stewards, forbear! Striplings, go not to entice the fawn’s forest 
Yonder snowy peaks, betwixt pearls, radiates the pinkest amethyst
Amidst, thy gently sloping curves, hymns of harmony praise in chorus
Neath majestic woodlands, lo there doth bloom the amaranthine...

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By the light of the pinkest prettiest orange moon Faerie folk had ever seen,
There was a haze such as the elves could have invented, but maybe not.
It was the magical bewitching hour, and the meadow was dampish, and keen.
The nymphs had put their butterflies away,...

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Garden’s luxury of pinkest foxglove,
Nurtured by angels from way up above,
Along with petunias and marigolds,
Honors the true path of the very old.

Joyful delight oozing from every pore,
Fairy brownie heart completely did soar.
Sweet deer in the meadow came up to see,
Owls and robins were looking from...

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