Glides Poems - Poems about Glides

The carriage with Mr. Mihai Eminescu glides silently, unseen, Through the whispers of Iashi's stones, wrapped in its own mystery. How long and tiring is the journey through boundless realms, Emerging from the shadow of the past, with old, untouched stories. What secrets are hidden among the stars, in shining constellations? What mysteries sparkle in the vast cosmic night, trembling? From...

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In satin gown resplendent A vision independent With eyes of green she hits the scene A regular attendant She passes through the door Then glides across the floor A look of grace upon her face A goddess evermore She then begins to dance The men are in a trance They only stare while frozen there Too scared to...

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the sky is a hazy blue sea today and a breeze touches the tree tops and they sway like emerald waves oh, there is a perfect silence ... though hidden birds chatter and twitter and my flowers tremble while others are ... perfectly still and my hanging ivy is creeping and twining and somewhere a wind chime pings once and a...

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glides a blue heron heading home at sunset ~ nature shutting down AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Posted on May 15, 2020...

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dragonfly glides in encouraging buttercups giving roses hope faerie follows her inspiring my bluebells and rose of Sharon butterfly flits by always spreading love and joy garden complete now...

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There lies a way to heaven by that lake, My sickness gone, I fear no chilly mist; A redwing calls me, dawn is now awake, The fragrant autumn air I can't resist. There is my home far from this cottage small, Where honeysuckles with gold aspens mate, And purple sweetgums love their mother Fall, Oblivious of their harsh wintry fate. November Rain!...

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Soaking up the sun's rays this morning, loving my flowers in oranges and pinks, I look up as a striped butterfly glides around two bushes, and swirls around my chair, pirouetting prettily. She is not fearful in the least, possibly believing me to be a statue. A bird makes a chirp sound; only...

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with self confidence eagle glides past cotton cloud unique position...

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She glides up the staircase Such a sight to see; angel face Like she's stepping up to the heavens The clouds seem to part but it's just the curtains To welcome her, graceful being I wish all could see what I'm seeing The thoughts she elicits Wondrous, inquisitive, illicit She keeps me guessing daydreaming Undressing, distressing, caressing Her skin smooth like a polished oak banister With...

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