Christina Poems - Poems about Christina

the wind whispers secrets only trees hear dandelion spirits soar...

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Sparks aflame my sanctuary Flickering, roaming glints Over valleys of bygone years So long kept in shadows Traversing the bleakest darkness Where heat of love evades As the cool of Prussian blue night Forms a silky silent shroud Unravelling threads of sorrow's blinding Guiding me from night to day And through the hush, a glow emerges Soft...

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As she waits, dressed in his favorite red, she waits alone in an old-fashioned world, not a breath of wind dares tossel her head nor a drop of rain though the sea is twirled by unceasing tide in passage of time, stilled for a moment, captured forever with color magic while still in her prime, who remembers her mortal endeavor? No one remembers...

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Christina why do you laugh at the men with whom you make love? Do you have beliefs, any hopes? Do you cry? Do you need? Do you fear? Christina tell me all your fears Ignore the devil when he laughs Like me I know you need someone special to love I say "In the rain we all cry ...

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I do not know what's on your mind I cannot ask, we are confined To silence You maybe want to share and chat And tell your thoughts Of this and that So locked we are in soundless pose Held secrets of our lone repose Imagine we could read each thought Communicate while saying naught We may become just silent friends Before the day of silence ends And...

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Once a muse named Christina who had the wisdom of Athena made a suggestion sage without question and I followed into that arena she recommended that I write ‘bout fairy tale characters with bite now there are many to choose aplenty I’ll be writing late into the night Although Christina does not know it she's turned me to a kind of poet who can be silly write willy...

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My daughters, I’m so very proud of you. You have grown to become, fine young women. Let not your hearts or lives be ruled by men. Stand fast, and to your own desires be true. Take what you need, but no more than your due. Act cautiously, you are noblewomen. Speak softly for, you are gentlewomen. Let integrity shine, in all you...

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The poetess Christina Rossetti, Once sat at the end of a jetty, The words wouldn't come, So she sucked on her thumb, Then wrote a small ode on spaghetti!!...

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Christina is pretty She always looks nice Her boyfriend loves her He kissed her twice...

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He left her on the dance floor. Her Ceasar on the blend. Her jubilee of laughter she danced to heights on end. As chirping on her cell phone alerted her to laughter. and all the unknown callers were hers for chasing after. When something interrupted she couldn't understand. Her friends were yelling at her come here; you're still unmanned....

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The Poet’s Pluck – Christina Rossetti In MY DREAM I see A PORTRAIT And REMEMBER a girl I used to know, SHE SAT AND SANG a loving song Of a boy from Oh, so long ago. ...

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A heart like hers was true, To me, I always felt like I knew you. To many, a blessing you were, When all of a sudden, there came a blur. It all came down fast like the rain, Giving my heart the greatest pain. On the floor, I was curled up in a ball. I was ready to crumble and fall. On my...

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When we were nine and yearning, outcasted I did not understand the bruised nature of your soul. Perhaps I do not understand even now. I remember how I criticized you for the way you sang "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" in your warbling baby voice also how you were the only one who ever acknowledged me. I remember how you lived with grandparents, aunts instead of your methhead...

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Each subject breathes in a different way with intimacy I can feel Where images will call me to fall into the spell. Emotion draws me to the place where Christina's beauty dwelled _____________________________ Based on the paintings of Andrew Wyeth And his series of "Christina" 12//10/15...

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