Cm Poems - Poems about Cm

~ Beneath the arbor violet where slumber calls her blooms In stardust moments silently as silken petals dream Through woven vine of midnight lace a’ peer this whispered eve To gaze upon their beauty fair illumined moonbeam eyes “The night was a garden of eyes.” – The Blue Bouquet Written for: Choose an Octavio Paz Line Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud 8/28/19...

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Your face that night matched the brilliance of the light from the moon shining down on the rose garden of our first rendezvous. The flowers all around us blushed to see our lustful kiss, and their hundreds of eyes beheld your radiant beauty. Aug. 27, 2019 Contest: 'CHOOSE AN OCTAVIO PAZ LINE' Sponsor: nette onclaud Line Chosen #1: 1. The night was a garden...

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Past the house I once longed about With naughty kids giggling - These, forgotten in city’s race An intoxication Where power play consumed my time That true kinship-- I lost. Nette Onclaud Contest Choose An Octavio Paz Line 27th August 2019 Line 3...

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Moon dust drizzled on mystique night, its garden gleamed above in blooming stars’ crystalline eyes, twinkled the dreams designed. The edge of night’s garden we reached, dancing on slant moonbeam to the tune of hearts’ symphony where our love lay enticed. August 26, 2019 Syllable count : 8/6/8/6 Checked on howmanysyllables.com Contest : Choose An Octavio Paz Line Sponsor : Nette Onclaud Line chosen : " The night...

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FREE TREE CM Tree does not care for anyone. Free tree stands on its own depending only in nature, ...

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A Thousand Eyes The garden has a thousand eyes exposing flora’s kin with choices that the bee has made increasing pollen’s hive The foliage overlooks its hues with colors that descry the massive image painted wild discerning rainbows schemes Choose an Octavio Paz Line Sponsored by nette onclaud Poetry Contest August 22, 2019 (*The night has a garden of eyes)...

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willows weep, for they know my pain; each branch, a worn tissue- silent dawn awakes ‘fore the tree, and my mind lost at dusk willows weep, for they feel...

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Blessed be the hour when angels shake my filth off their wings. The night was a garden of eyes*. Luckily, days are blind. Mute with the sinful obsession, deaf to the call of blood, I look forward to the next night coming, burning with shame. * “The Blue Bouquet” by Octavio Paz. Philomela, daughter of the king of Athens, is a figure in...

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Beneath clay, roots widen their space Nourishing hallowed tree Which spreads into arms and fingers Of leafage and bounty-- It listens as folks tell secrets Its wisdom, a comfort From nature’s delicate instinct Shading man from harsh life. Contest: Choose An Octavio Paz Line Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Aug 24, 2019 L2. “There, within, inside my head, the tree speaks”...

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Night Moves The midnight sky is indigo as insects serenade and signal out a mating call with night vision so keen. A rhinestone tiara of stars illuminates heaven so that angels may see children innocently asleep. 1. The night was a garden of eyes.” – The Blue Bouquet 8/23/19 CHOOSE AN OCTAVIO PAZ LINE Poetry Contest Sponsored by: nette onclaud...

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Chants Of The Palm Fruit Eaters--CM I ate the palm fruits midst, my folks, Delight in sounds we made. The gourd chants to our ancestors, It binds our souls with theirs. I delight, despite echoes, bounce, Midst, the palm fruits, eats I. Of gourd chants to our ancestors, Sits quietude, but I. “… an alien life, a life unlived, not lively, hardly ours.” ***In the...

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The fragrance of a body swells Like wafts from an orchard-- I caress her rich plum blossoms And laying under stars We inhabit each other’s core Gazing at paradise-- On our twentieth greens of life She remains my heartmate. Choose An Octavio Paz Line , Nette Onclaud Contest 23rd August 2019 1. "The night was a garden of eyes.”...

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Within heart and soul . . . is a tree, and each branch the drama; the history of my landscape, the branches . . . . my road map. I travel to childhood places, to long past ...

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I trip among sewage of lanes, Vacant parks, garbage junk Reveal this aimless wayfaring Arrogance tagged as pride— Drunk on caprice, humans become Wares used for amusement. Now emptiness haunts me alive An existence, rotting. Choose An Octavio Paz Line For contest--Nette Onclaud Aug 22, 2019 Line 3-- “… an alien life, a life unlived, not lively, hardly ours.”...

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I dream a mighty oak standing Acorn speaks miracles And within my vibrant pulsing Silent heart listens true CHOOSE AN OCTAVIO PAZ LINE Poetry Contest # 2. “There, within, inside my head, the tree speaks” – The Tree Within sponsor: nette onclaud Written: 8-22-2019 copy write protected...

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