Gilds Poems - Poems about Gilds

...Grasp my hand, and your heart shall trail, Autumn drapes her scarf of flame o'er the trees sublime. Beneath our canopy of stars, we shall render each tale, In the hue of love, forever and for alwa......Read the rest...

...Autumn's crisp, dry leaves crackle underfoot, adding a crunch to the grandeur of Fall. Squirrels scamper about as if hard-put to gather nuts and then bury them all. Nature crochets a sh......Read the rest...

...The Love I love lacks the eyes of a doe, There are beauties that boast of much better— The body and bewitching face that awe, Yet, her modest assets tend to fetter, My garden earth with a dee......Read the rest...

..."All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini." - Jack Freestone Hot white sand sticks, tingles the salacious sense of beach-braced feeling, clad in skimpy bikini. Out of the......Read the rest...

...The sea scatters oyster shells on its shores, adorning Gaia with its treasured gifts. Oysters have shed pearls since the dinosaurs; seeding sandy beaches between tide shifts. Mother-of-......Read the rest...

...dawn’s gold dust gilds the plants color blast unfurls the cute buds sparkling spring’s splendid canvas I see painted in mystique meadow beguiles me as I saunter entranced......Read the rest...

...dawn’s gold dust gilds plants color blast unfurls cute buds … spring’s splendid painting ________ April 6, 2023 Contest : A New Nature Themed Haiku Sponsored by : Tania Kitchin......Read the rest...

... Your allure draws the tide to the shore. Ripples sigh secrets of the sea; lyrical love sweeps and seeps.. as stars like fireflies wow the skies, a moon- beam gilds the ......Read the rest...

...At the time of ethereal elegance of twilight, Whenever a voluptuous moon lolls low on a silvery serene sea and gilds the canopy of trees, the hilltops, the meandering streams and the languorousl......Read the rest...

...The flood of agony inundates the debris of hope The weed-webbed fallow terrain languishes within Piles up the wreckage of the life unlived As the garden of rapture turns into bare badla......Read the rest...

...Wisdom seems an oxymoron if implied there’s ‘State of Being,’ slight trace found where truth’s wildflowers flourish unrestrained by seasons. Wisdom wears truth like a glove protects soft flesh from......Read the rest...

...How pleasant, now, to think of times gone by, Of childhood, youth, of family, and friends. How strange, at times, to see where mem'ry wends. How swiftly, now, with age those mem'ries fly. Like fi......Read the rest...

...Where should we go for what we leave behind don't reach us like spears? We, toys with moldable meat at the time of the full moon feeling the whip of the wind and the icy glare of moonlight in ......Read the rest...

...A strange query oft does haunt And prick the soft cosy mind : Why do ill tempered outbursts find Gestures, tirades or an irate taunt, Much against the intended good ,lofty Decision to withhold a......Read the rest...

...In colors of orange and gold, Autumn inflames my heart and soul. Yet, I lament summer's passing, its dry bones crunching as I stroll. Cold nights ink tree-top canopies, in colors of or......Read the rest...