Bosom Poems

Bitten Bosom

The closest arm strikes;
It injures with desolation
Instead of solacing:
Broken consolation. 

The treasured lip bites;
It tears to desecration
Instead of kissing:
Shattered affection. 

The chosen heart burns;
It sears to extermination 
Instead of embracing:
Loveless affectation.

Warm Lap

hot drinks in winter
highly appreciated
and warm lap bosom

Bounteous Bosom

Bounteous bosom,
In cool dazzling rime, 
One posy poem in a ring
Breath freely my dear friend
Read the poem and go waddling
Here, some sweet ziziphus spina christi
From a  wild natural tender tree, 
For you and some to the kid
Ripe fresh from its mama
You who found first
Ere all the jewel

What Love Means

 
 
Love is the splendour that mystifies me
A rainbow in the sky colours my mind
Rapture bosom in high-spirited glee
Blind by passion, beloved we enshrined

Romance, Zephyr on a hot humid day
Dawn of spring after each winter season
As butterflies draw toward flowers way
Lovers seek closeness for any reason

Amor, a warm bright light within our heart
Set ablaze or calmed at our partner’s touch
Twin flames share deeper connections by heart
True love grows yet stronger with time as such

Two souls entwine kin to fine tapestry
Soul mates share eternal love happily

Bosom Friend

I felt affection
By sudden press of her hand
To my sternum.

Big and Wide

There was a young woman named Gale.
Everyone called her a narwhale.
	She was big and wide,
	and brimming with pride
for her bosom was exceedingly swell.

DECEPTIVE BOSOM OF LIFE

This poem is a metaphor.



The crying tires,
the shattered glass,
it all happened,
so very fast.

His life it flashed,
before his eyes,
his life always swaddled, 
in set ups and lies.

No direction,
for the good,
he just wanted a life,
that was nurturing and true.

The boys confused mind,
was searching for love,
It was something he,
could never find.

She always loved him, 
so she claimed,
everyone else,
was always to blame.

His friends became,
his blood brother's,
they nurtured him,
like no others.

His voice screamed out,
God heard his pain,
in that moment,
he called on his name.

Now he sleeps,
bent on their whispers,
that God is good,
and his true love delivers.

After it's over,
and after it's done,
how she then claims,
her suffering son!

I'll run to you,
when I see you again,
and tell you that I love you,
like I did back then.

I'll never forget,
that cold winter's day,
you told me you wished,
with me you could stay.

Your spirit remains,
I've seen you visit,
I answered the door,
and blew you kisses.

Bosom Beeping From Blouse

Outgo way ahead
Than income if stirs man’s head,
She in a shrunk blouse,
Although from a cultured house, 
Oh looks a bit lowly bred.
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Tanka/Limerick |13.07.2023| humour 
Poet’s note: Based on a shloka in Sanskrit:
Vittam parimitam adhika vyayasheelam purusham aakuli kurute |
Unaam shukam iva peena-stana jaghanaayaa kuleenaayaah ||

Bosom Side-

by her bosom lay beside 
a new birth baby  
nurturing sucking exhuming  life's liquid
 Eve came out of Adam's chest
 humanities first nourishment
 coming from mother's breast 
life engagement bosom side

2/1/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
"from future anthology -Where Are the Villagers"

Bosom Buddies

We have two different bodies but one single mind 
You always help me out when I act so blind
A friend like you is impossible to find 
And our friendship is one for a kind

                            - Quatrain
                               Regina McIntosh

Joy Born In Own Bosom

Pay back every blush ye borrowed,
What use fluffing a field furrowed?
Paint life with paints your own, 
Proud, on your own renown,
Let not the joy in life corrode.
If joy follows past pain,
An added buoy doth gain,
And all the more feels if mellowed.
______________________________
Reflections |08.01.2021|
Topic: life, joy
Poet’s note: If only one learns to live his own unique life. For, everyone is made unique. The problem comes when one looks over the shoulder and finds the grass greener there.

Smothers Him In Her Bosom

Listening to the loud wild commotion
mom runs on to
the front porch
shock to
see.

Her
Johnny
back from the
service; stretches
her arms and smothers him in her bosom.

2/6/2021

example

Open Book

Every day I lose a part of myself,
Because it's too open.
Love in my heart keeping
I don't think I need protection.

I don't carry a stone in my bosom,
That's why I'm so vulnerable.
Every word hurts me,
Reproach for what I am.

I walk on the thin edge of life,
Where words play an important role,
Gentle souls are very capricious,
And they put salt on my wounds.

Sometimes I make mistakes,
But not because I was blind.
Our memories are shaky,
And people - a ruthless crowd.

I live for a happy moment
And I still reach for kindness,
I am, as before, an open book,
Except the pages aren't the same anymore.

Longtime Bosom Buddies

two good longtime bosom buddies
puerile teasing games they play
they're inseparable toddies
they're different from night and day

puerile teasing games they play
ooh, ooh, eee, eee, aah, aah
they're different from night and day
arf, arf , dog object to its tah...

ooh, ooh, eee, eee, aah, aah
high-speed monkey pulls his friends tail 
arf, arf , dog object to its tah…
feuds erupt, and calm still prevail

high-speed monkey pulls his friends tail 
they're inseparable toddies
feuds erupt, and calm still prevail
two good longtime bosom buddies

5/6/2020

fun musing, no one has used the photo 3 for the contest

Bosom Buddies

Sir Trump is now all chummy with Sir Kim
A pair of bosom buddies, kith and kin --
   Trump tweets out Joe Biden
   'Your bird-brain is hiding' --
Hey, what's yours, Sir Trump, a phantom limb

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