Best Sateen Poems

A blossom I’ll be on the wreaths for peace
An offering to deity to feed world’s hungry
I’ll be the garden on every troubled street
Preening as gleefully as exuberant tulips
Swaying with spring in rhythms of daffodils

I’ll be the laudable bouquet of friendship
An emissary of cupid when love...

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To be loved
is to be a wildflower
blooming in springtime. 
How wondrous to be much desired
by all the honeybees in the meadow. 
There's no greater wealth on all of earth.
That feeling,
that inexplicable feeling
is like being all wrapped up
in warm sateen sheets. 
Oh, what a thrill it...

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“Within the fog the distant mountains strain
Bruised in shades lavender and forest green
Each angle decomposing ~  ~  ~ in the rain”

While dreary dawn, dazed, awakens in pain
Trapping blushed morning in languid ravine
Within the fog the distant mountains strain

Darkened is design sketched on golden...

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April Brooks was four years old, prattling a blue streak, like comets;
Or backwards walking time, seizing swiftly, days of golden promise.

April lived with parents and older sister, in the sunshine of a valley;
And petals wore dew pearls and fragrance, all along the green alley.

April and...

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Plum
wings,
plucky
is the strum
of love’s afterglow
With purple locks and negligee,
angel flew to hubby under sateen satin sheets
Lavender ruffling, at the midnight hour, had couple vibing in synchronicity
...

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I’m building castles in the sand
on the shores of a grey, grey sea.
The clouds have gathered overhead
and the shells are wave-washed clean.
Footprints wander down the shore
of the vast and vacant sea,
the waves are buffing them away
and turning the sand sateen.
Beyond the berm and the waving...

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Her casket closed at her request,
   so no one saw our beauty queen
there lying peacefully at rest, 
   in her soft dress of white sateen.

Her white hair combed in silky curls
   at fifty-five, was premature;
around her neck a string...

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theorizes, surmises, realizes, outlandish notions 
   manifesting jibberish inside frangible egghead,
especially when attempting tip ply words struggling 
   to describe abstract whims fed
by fancy,  groovy, heady indefinable 
   mind boggling ideas they weigh like a led
zeppelin inside gray...

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True "FAKE" Story Of A Vita Man Junky
(any resemblance between this poem,
and living persons...iz purely coincidental.)

Ruthlessly abuzz in my mind
     loosed another idea
     for a poem asper
(wren) this wordsmith
    first awoke as if this...

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Written: April 18, 2025, for Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand

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 . .  .  here comes the m o o n
taking shape as a girl
her golden skin, aglow
peering through the door
and slipping into the room
I...

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lover of the night

Dreaming of you
before I even laid my head 
to sleep,
pray come to my mind,
for you to show up 
to hold me tight,
kiss me all night.
with shadow of every ending day
dream comes to me
and my dark tall lover
seducing me in my desire ...

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The warming
muzzle of sun
burrows into
budding souls
till wind changes--
turns its back,
broods, then touches
us cold
as temperatures
fall
and yes,
this is
the cruelest
month, the
naked temptress
of sateen summer....

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Softly
you enter the red tide, that sateen
landscape lithographed on the back
of eyelids.

Aging
means not caring anymore.

A sea of sidewalks await--
celestial and gray in the evening
tonality.

It always ends that way.

A magenta moon embosses
a chiaroscuro sky. A cicada
churns ancient stories
in the netting of apple trees.
Motionless, you blend with...

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   There went she
       blue eyes
 sashaying with her
       sassy self
    in her scanty
         sateen
    ...

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“When the seasons become one,
you will know the end is near.”

                        --old Biblical proverb


Ginseng moon pollens night.

How long has it been? ...

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