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......Read the rest...

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

...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......Read the rest...

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

...~ 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 ......Read the rest...

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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......Read the rest...

...~ 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 ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...~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......Read the rest...

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

...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 ......Read the rest...

...I slip under grammas old patterned quilt my breathing slows.........comfort at last !! a down feather pillow to rest my head as I roll and toss , I find the perfect little spot a dream ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...