Geisha Poems - Poems about Geisha

pretty geisha in early morning needs motivation to open her lovely eyes and get on with her day ...

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refined Geisha dressed to seduce taught the best etiquette polished painted face hides her feelings cannot share them she is a doll...

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Gloria, generous Geisha kitty was taught to be demure She was not a whiner, barely issued whimper or purr Wore flowers in her hair, her room was subtly perfumed She held court in there, teaching tricks to those about to be groomed She taught me too, granddaddy told his young grandson Might. She’s rather long in the teeth now, though,...

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Green geisha grins Charming the gentlemen Eyes like chocolate pools Drown in their sweetness Their sweetness uniqueness Able to sweep away grief Smiling and styling Dance romanced by Graceful hands following The glance of envy Avoiding sin of selfish men Entertaining in elegance Geisha wrist gives a twist Pouring hot tea delicately With a sip from lotus lip Chatter flatters intelligently You will always wish For a confetti kiss Celebrated...

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A streak of moonlight, a mystic long, narrow lonely light A balcony, hung up with an absolute emptiness. No one. None. I was trying to find coping in strumming, sensing, palpable clairvoyance. A streak of moonlight, a mystic long, narrow lonely night....

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Busy Geisha, it is about a softener! I chased Asma Ul Husna I learned Az zahiru I learned Al Batinu, Then I looked into the clear blue lake In the depth of the sky. And waited for the entire day! As...

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A work of art , always the centre of attention,she was his showpiece, his pride ,she was stunning , simply stunning , wherever he went she was always assuredly by his side.The fact is ,he felt awkward without her ,but with her he felt like a king ,all eyes applauded , the wives murmured, the...

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In blooms of haru behold the lotus-eaters... mystical flower! Note: haru is the season of spring in Japan....

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A deep beneath the long and creeping branch shadows of the hanging tree Under it's protective glare in it's barren tainted garden fair shackled down in stocks It's 1 and only single rose prances like a dancing horse following whichever way the waning waxing moon doth flow to the salty sea breeze As in the day the sun makes hey and steals away the subtle...

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pitty-pit-pat, pitty-pit-pat ... dark attic, echoing ... tenderly rain on tin roof above, her nana's voice, ages hence - lives ago, really ... calling … "Little Tea Pot, Little Tea Pot - come to me!" a world away now, she remembered the...

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Calling card, heart shaped, scented with strawberry Dot point offers plant remote scenario seeds Swirled responses confuse clients, strings tangled Caught in pitiless draught, swung by fastidious song Men attempt to measure vapour, mind's desperation Digs hungrily into collapsing burrows Tunnel bends suddenly, bright Saint rays blinding Instilling whites to irises burdened by jutting brow Bosom bandaged in gilt...

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A geisha today a convict tomorrow My mouths are all speaking Blah Glad and Hah Sad I cannot hear them for I am done Broken and cracked, an egg of myself A cowgirl whose nose is out of joint A different smell than others have My green eyes are a glory to my face Looking at me from a mirror Only I understand, and...

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averted eyes delicate beauty of eve serving warm tea humble geisha amid flowering almonds kimono silent honored lady gracing my dream state and hopes sharing herself focused on me the best listener ever thoroughly trained i fall in love with the Japanese culture seen in her brown eyes...

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Dazzling carmine leaves dance like fair Geisha on a Japanese Maple. Shapely arms, curving branches, bend in cadence with the wind. ~~ July 1st, 2017 ~~ *Carmine is a pigment of a bright-red color, as is most often used by Geisha to color their lips....

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He gazes upon gracious beauty perform my ripe flower, my willow, for him only, who pays, do your duty dressed in your kimono of wild indigo, play your melodic tunes, dance, sing, while he survey's divine innocence as seductive pleasurable tones bring lustful thoughts, holding him in suspense, desire heightens, he peruses your face ruby red lips, masked white skin eyes of...

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