Beauty Idyll (Idyl) Poems

A dog’s day

It’s not that I’m lonely I like the beauty of the landscape
without having anyone to interrupt my thoughts, telling
me how nice it is.
My...

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As the song of the River cleanses my mind
I am gently caressed by reflection.
And whilst the Sun's touch softly sinks through my skin
I contemplate Our...

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a remote forest,

its pond motionless, moonlit;

a sudden cloud of Mayflies

sweeps down across the water:

sudden, ghostly koi feeding

w/ thrashing and leaping,

only to vanish in time....

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I was having a heavenly day far from city noise,
when a north wind swept me up, swirling and twirling;
and tumbling, I found myself under a...

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On a black carabao's back,
a dazzling white heron 
slow-dances,

the feathers on its graceful, 
slender neck the breeze 
romances !...

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Sacred and profane love by Titian - 1514

Love divine 

How it burns when it falls from the sky - 
how it hurts when the water...

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To my future daughter.
This world is a disgusting place
This world will not allow you to be fragile
I have grown to learn.
You and I are made...

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One day, i will fly to the most beautifull hills
where all will be as green as natural
where the wind will run through my face
in a...

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IDYLL

Does
beauty
sleep beneath
weeping wiilow
trees.

Ekphrasis on Reverie by Vinolas...

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In the deep veins of her corridors
Flow thick blood of academic Excellency
Dwelling in the hearts of her blocks
Is the dream to serve the nation

Patiently we...

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If only I was the baby
on your laps
On those sharp pricky nipples
I would all day suck.


If only I was the angel
Hidden in your heart,
I would...

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Love divine 

How it burns when it falls from the sky - 
how it hurts when the water is done. 
How it rains with the...

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singing, entrancing
the winding stream cleaves the high valley
grey mist consoles silent sentinels
of a remnant sylvan ribbon
midwinter dawn excites the sleeping wild rose
all is whiteness and...

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This life has turned around 
many curves past many 
beautiful places that have 
beckoned me to stop and walk 
among the wild flowers.

I have stopped...

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Circ’ling down in brilliant whiteness,
Sett’ling here upon the ground;
Blowing now about the bushes,
Making patterns straight and round.

Perfect beauty, perfect whiteness
Now assails my clouded sight;
Spread unbroken...

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