Down Feather Poems - Poems about Down Feather

...Wishful collections pillowed goodbyes Starlit reflections glow in the eyes Soft curtain quivers sift on the breeze November shivers flow through the trees Down feather laughte......

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...off the gander, down feather basks on the free breeze, divorced (8/24/2020: '02 Sea Ray 560; Willow Berm)......

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...It’s been so long since I’ve seen you Even longer since I felt your voice Whispering in my ear. I miss the way you made me feel Whenever you touched me. Your kisses were so soft Like down feath......

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...~ Crisp evening breezes neath gray flannel skies Stardust reflections in baby blue eyes ~ Snowflakes on eyelashes icicle drips Flurrying kisses ‘pon enchanting lips ~ Moonbeams......

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...~ here, within the heart’s dreams, passion gently tugs the strings between heaven and earth destined quivers collect at the corners of reality when flesh is kissed lightly and ......

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...~ Morning sun whispers on down feather pillows Soft autumn breezes through young weeping willows Hot coffee laughter at contagious yawning You in my arms as a new day is dawning......

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...~ Nightfall dreams on my pillow wait, silent desires in down feather whispers, for it is this moment when stars connect our heartbeats in moonglow affection that you reach for ......

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...On the spur of the moment forecast by eternal script in the stars The Bard strummed his guitar and sung a ballade from heart’s lute Wild horses would not keep him away from her as he unbridled......

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...A window pane, framed, by your simple face. Your day’d rush by with the green and red lights. A down feather mountain defined your space. Celluloid, cellulite, closed eyes to fright. A word was......

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...~Marmalade skies~ one spoon at a time they feed the morning horizon Soft offerings of color picked ripe from the vine ~Cantaloupe dreams~ a small slice of moon the dawn’s c......

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...down feather pillows I bask in the luxury 'til sharp quills stab me Written on 7/12/2015......

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...Lights of the city are twinkling across arches of the rivers and shining down as if to illuminate the jolly path of the old man known as Father Christmas- Kris Kringle-Santa Claus or Saint Nick ......

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...Best Friend Sad were the eyes of the puppy born On a fine day in the fall Bright were its eyes but so forlorn In something that was so small Brave were the steps that first it took Away fro......

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