Coves Poems | Examples

A ROLE MODAL

Imam Ali(?)–The Knowledge Gate
Mercy and kindness,You hath
Angelic, assertive and you teaches faith
Modesty and morals you always orates
Altruists and bravery you instructs your mates
Laudability and liberality you donates
Imam Ali(?)in us, Allah's love you creates.
A life of martyrs you like
.For right path, you always play with pikes
Sacrifice and tolerance,you always like.

Today is the day of your birth
Happiness and joy is on the earth.
Everywhere, everyone is in this preparation 
Left to right,all are in their celebrations.
In joy of your arrival on the night of this land
Oh,Lion of Allah!Where you stand?
No one of us want this to know.
Oh,Lion of Allah!No one of us is in the martyer's row
For wealth and health, we are on coves.
Allah, bless us with the last one
Light us with the knowledge-sun.
Life like Rasull-allah(?)we want 
Allah-Our creator we want 
Hazrat Ali(?)-Our leader we want

weeds and blooms

weed on grassy slope
so unpretentious in look~
with blooms, a marvel 

from derelict turf
fair blossoms shyly peek out
something amazing~	
beauty springs from hidden coves
giving sweet surprise to all 

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PURPLE

 PURPLE 

Purple my soft moss seat in paradise 
amethyst crown purple so wise
High Priestess purpled silken silent and bold
 has no need to compete with cool 
Countess whose court is neat
but oh so cold !

What a sweet treat to see
ripe ripple granadilla purpled fall from tree
she made an indigo way from leafy branch
to loamy Earth to juicy kiss my feet
landing on delicate fairy roots with a scarlet beat 

Purple irises erect rows in park holler 
such powerful maidens compete not for dollars chased by bookie rookie scholars who fail 
to see abundance in nature’s holy colour 
divinely composed with innocent hues of valour
 
How humans sniffle and snuffle when they 
seek lilac happiness in ludicrous money 
all they need do is close their eyes to
visualise dining on purple aubergine, 
mauve butter bean laced with dripping honey  
in violet chameleon coves hosting bunnies 
watching a shimmering sunset 
holy purple burble !

white Road

There hasn't been a sound through 
Colours that are dripping
make us hysterical
But as I go as I must do
Round the heath
The stunning Whales of August
In Coves of neon
His dreaming
His stares are worn
and they creak
They complain when I come
and talk when I go
Fresh coffee and oranges
and almond cakes
I am momentary gone
Colours that are dripping
I think of you in Greece

Undoing the Disarmament of Venus de Milo: Aphrodite Gets Her Biceps Back

Tombs begin to bloom like raw, bloodless wounds.
Tomes are written with truths of her dead moon’s
tones. A keening lunacy keeps the dirges alive, while
bones rise out of repose. A degloved hand on the dial
hones into a night rainbow's radio, she runs on solar,
hopes for the rhythm to wrench free from her toller—
copes with the captivity of being bodiless hands. Twilight
comes to chance escape—open palms toward birthright.
Coves burst into flame; a hungry fire wants holier water.
Coven circles, recovers the skinless limbs of their daughter.

Woven like song, sirens' balm to restore coats of missing arms,
women are spells read correctly, using words as our alarms,
woken to language, resurrecting ancient pairs of sacred charms.

A Moment On The Heart

Quiet thoughts linger like a moment on the heart 
feathered nanoseconds arising with the ebb and flow 
Soft gentle waters flow, over green hills blue skies 
and a warm sun that shines its silence over me...
Russet leaves that tinge the soil with crinkle kisses 
blooming trees singing their praises, branches open 
little piano sonatas in the air, heaven is listening 
to the refrain of life, arias of love and peace...
Still rocks that sleep surrounded by foamy waters
that never cease, layered hours full of green space 
Hidden coves of beauty that are created by grace 
to enhance our lives, together we go..
Barefoot on this loving land that God created 
we feel the pulse of the earth beneath our feet 
crevices of loneliness are suddenly filled 
we are the song of joy, together we remain...

Many Things

Many things I want to show you
Some places where I've been
Quiet coves, ocean groves
Mountains, beaches, then 
I'll bring you to a special place
A place that's all my own
The vacant chamber in my heart
That you can make your home

I've done it up just how you would
Adorned with things you like
Knitting needles, colored yarn
A guitar, a quilt, a bike
But not just any bike, you see
This one's built for two
So we can pedal anywhere
Just us, just me and you
 
Now close your eyes and hold my hand
I'll lead you on the way
And love you each and every step
For ever and a day
And if you're ever tired
My shoulder will I give 
Rest upon it, right above
The heart where you now live

Rise And Fall

inspired by The Platters song, ‘Ebb Tide’

Rise And Fall
Salty tears ebbing away on moon’s tide
as whispered love echoes on ocean waves
across caramel sands where hearts reside.

Coves of sheltered inlets harbour veiled caves
that glistens with laced, seaborne aqua foam 
as whispered love echoes on ocean waves.

 I caress the shoreline where oft I roam
under wistful, silver of shallow sky 
that glistens with laced, seaborne aqua foam. 

Footprints merge upon sands of time as my
lover waits with arms of open embrace
under wistful, silver of shallow sky.

Bodies cling, like sea to shore, face to face
with the rise and fall on ocean’s tipped crest,
lover waits with arms of open embrace

and I wander no more at peace to rest —
salty tears ebbing away on moon’s tide
with the rise and fall on ocean’s tipped crest
across caramel sands where hearts reside.

Bonnie Blue

Oh formous bonnie bluebird
I love you more each day
I dream of us together 
And want to steal away
To private, hidden, quiet coves
Where we can spend the time
Getting to know each other more
And living out these rhymes

Oh sweetheart bonnie bluebird
To you on bended knee
Will take your wing into my hand
And on it place a ring
Beneath a trellis of roses
While vanilla clouds float by
With an amethyst hued sunset
Under a ruby twilight sky

Oh precious bonnie bluebird
We don't know what's in store
But I'll be in your shadow
I'll wait 'cause I want more
And yes, I'll wait for you my love
For as long as I'm alive
And hope someday you'll fly to me
Before I'm 1-0-5

Harbors and Inlets

Along the waterfront where the piano keys play,
A harbor of echoes, where notes gently sway.
Keys like ripples in a tranquil bay,
A melody of inlets, where echoes stay.

Frequencies murmur with the ebb and flow,
In the salty air, where whispers go.
The seagull's cry adds to the maritime song,
A haven where sailors have journeyed along.

Under the sun's spectrum, a haven's grace,
Notes of sails and seashells interlace.
Colors of azure and golden sand,
A poetic sonnet of the sailor's land.

Harbor pathways chart sailors' course,
Echoes of anchors and the sea's discourse.
In the inlets, where the notes align,
A visual journey beneath the sun's design.

Through hidden coves and open seas,
On the inlet where the winds tease.
Colors in intensity, a maritime map,
A poetic sonnet of the seafarer's lap.

So, let the breezy keys guide your way,
By the piano harbor where dreams may sway.
In the melody of the sea, where the notes unveil,
A poetic voyage, a musical inlet tale.

Love Americana Style

Pick a place you want to go
The answer never will be no
How about a rustic inn?
One where we have never been
With cottages on private coves
Overlooking lilac groves
Horse and buggy romance rides
Snow capped, pine tree mountainsides
Cozy, warm, big fireplace
Reflecting, glowing off your face 
Nooks and crannies, old heirlooms
Like corn cob pipes and horsehair brooms 
Mornings, evenings, crisp and cool
There's only one unbending rule
You have to let me do it all
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner call
Clean up after, make the bed
Wake up early, plan ahead
Have your coffee, fresh and hot
Waiting for you on the spot
Bring it to you where you are
Serenade you on guitar
Songs of love I wrote for you
Other playlist favorites too
Solely you for company
I only want you there with me

If You Sigh Tonight

If you sigh tonight,
My love will be happy,
For it will be a space,
Where tears are on their own journey,

Theres a space for weeping,
And in its sacred coves,
May love caress you,
And bloom you flowers,
Of sweet joys,

Theres a space for swaying,
And in its lovely vistas,
And gardens,
May your love,
And hem soar,
To kiss a crescent moon,
And make your rhythms whole,

If you sigh tonight,
Our moon will glow,
With our irises,
It will glow with sweet love,
Ethereal and luminous,
With the hum of jazz nightingales,

If you sigh tonight,
A candle of love is lit,
Within your soul,
Your love, and the moon
Reynaldo Casison

Caress In the Maples Silhouette

She felt the lavendar sunset,
Caress her love,
Like an evening gown,

In the maples autumn,
Silhouette,
She stretched her hair,
And crescent hips,
To the blush of moon,

Golden leaves,
Upon the green,
And candles,
Upon verandas,

She gazed,
Within the hymn,
Of her being,
And,
Like her wine,
She uncorked her sighs,
Letting her damp soul,
Cool like rose mists,

Her silhouette,
Shimmered,
Like the lake,
That reflected,
Her exotic beauty,
And its enchantment,
Of waves, 

In midnights moonlight,
She kept her embers glowing,
With the soothe,
Of lavendars,
And love,
That she kept,
In the maple coves,
Of her soul
Reynaldo Casison

She Must of Been the Mist

She must of been,
The mist,
The way her sweet love,
Glides,
With its wings,
Into the coves,
And meadows,
Of our souls
Reynaldo Casison

Poem With a Boat In It

Do you remember that long-ago summer
Camping out down by the lake?
You, me, your sister, and my mother
And all of the memories we’d make?

How we strolled along the shore toward the dam
When we happened upon those twin coves
One with a sad little boat in the sand
And the other, a small, empty hole

The first of the two, you decided to name
The Lagoon With a Boat in It
And the second one, you proudly proclaimed
Was the Lagoon Without a Boat in It

Names can be tricky, and even absurd
But the point that I really am after
Is that a good friendship requires no words
When we say all we need with our laughter

It’s been many years since our camping trip
On the shores of Lake Nacimiento
And yet it was all of your jokes and your quips
That are still my favorite mementos.



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