Esmeralda Poems - Poems about Esmeralda

...For I pry my damnest Her legs of an oyster For they do not give way Thy lacking in moisture This night of great troubles It pains me so My loins are aching Her pearls glow A beauty to behold......Read More

...She moved round the Fair on nary a care floating on cloud cushions of Spring Gaelic air as goers strutted their finest wares. Upon her arrival, a wicked west wind did suddenly appear rifling it......Read More

...Como una orquesta, es tu sonrisa resonando en cada momento del día Viendo las grandes verdes praderas pensando únicamente en tus ojos verdes El cielo azul combina con tus ojos con el mismo tinte co......Read More

...I had been placed in chains Where the cripples shed their canes And the blind regained the art of seeing. It was a robbers’ den And as all God fearing men, I had assets needed freeing. So......Read More

...E-xcellent S-cribe M-akes E-xceptional R-ighteous A-crostic L-etting D-esign A-dvance M-use O-f N-oble T-hought A-bout N-ame's O-bjective Topic: Birthday of Esmeralda C. Montano (......Read More

...her smile her youth her grace ‘Esmeralda’ the mere mention of her name causes envy with its charm conjures sweet idyllic musings free as a butterfly enchanting and hypnotic exquisite i......Read More

...QUASIMODO Quasi modo geniti infantes,* “Why was I not made of stone like thee,” Up-far-up, he hugs the cold cathedral gargoyle. ......Read More

...Hunchback of Notre Dame Up in his bell tower hideout Recluse guardian of The most famous cathedral Through all ages Parisian landmark Immortalized in world literature Heart of harrowing drama ......Read More

...I once knew a frightful witch named Zelda She resented bitterly her Dada There was no denying No use even trying All good looks went to Sis Esmeralda Unfortunately no brew charm or spell......Read More

...MASQUERADE BALL MACABRE clash of swords and ebony bones, this masquerade ball quickens her pulse. her mask’s sutured to her face. panic embraces her opaque...Read More

...If I had my way...that's how this started how I wanted to compose my latest masterpiece though in the position I'm in my thoughts reign weary as I struggle not to slumber while standing so I ta......Read More

...I am not dreaming, certainly. . Not even dreams of the purest happiness Contain that of which makes up this precious being. . . How softly she smiles at me…. Like the beautiful gypsy, La Esmeral......Read More

...My gypsy heart is restless..... I’ve been here too long too long.... the fields alive with paths that lead....lead... there, to the edge of the earth and sky the minstrel sings that sing of pla......Read More

...Mr. Spider is an ugly looking creature. He has a hairy face and arms. However, the hairs on the top of his head are somewhat thinner than those on his face, and scattered all over here and there. His......Read More

...When I saw you again, I got that "out of water" feeling, like a Jew at a nazi wedding, or nutloaf on thanksgiving kinda strange to be here again, seeing your love and run-away black hair, cin......Read More