Idyllic Poems - Poems about Idyllic

Virtuous she is, the strength she holds, Erratic she be, but beautiful is thee, Ravishing art thee, she is a dream, Opportune you shall scin, you’ll be; Neat till death do us part, mi amor Idyllic she be, like no other, Contagious her smile be, beautiful is thee, Angelic her beauty, like no other. ...

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IDYLLIC CHANDLER HEIGHTS* “Life here was once idyllic, charming; here were once no rich, no poor, no high, no low.” — from The Innocents Abroad by Mark Twain men in faded caps, hands calloused like the bark of old oaks. men with wrinkled faces, fresh from the war, their broad...

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- Idull is a free pass to peace of mind - quote from poet ...

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Appears a mysterious land from far, Dream of vermilion sky at mystic dawn Prayers heard from boats on holy river, Mythical chants floating in consciousness. My birthplace - ancient city reminding Of vedas and epics, saints and hermits, A land of literature, poetry, Music, art, picturesque architecture... For thousands of years verses flow in air land of Kalidasa and Valmiki....

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"Midnight rendezvous is fraught with sublime magic" - quote by poet. You're here, and so am I; close to midnight. Baby, nothing could be more idyllic. ...

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The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart." Hellen Keller Snow-tipped mountains ranged around the prairie, Small rivulets wavered down the steep sides, Spreading nutriments, flourishing flowers. Bright red poppies, and yellow celandines Swayed all around,...

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Written: July 26, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France Quote: "Be like the sun for grace and mercy. Be like the night to cover others' faults." by Rumi **************** The oak tree is lit up with spots of light, Leaves bend and spin in a zephyr cloak...

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Idyllic Hudson Valley, New York …Lord of Rings’ shire. A vineyard, filled with rich and famous names. I’m pleased to be impressed by the artists, as they surrender idyllic charm with paint. Emerald green; delicious apple bites, wind chimes through the pines, mountains of Catskill. The headless horseman of Sleepy Hollow - to drink, deep, the forests of Van Winkle. Freedom fostered in cobblestone...

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"Having grown up in an idyllic village, I consider myself as blessed. I was rid of all rigid formalities of urban living. Enjoyed the artless innocence of countryfolks, breathed fresh air, occasionally pranced through wilderness, talking to wildflowers and butterflies" - By Poet There’s nothing like the lovely rustic charm, Sent out by far flung lush...

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The majestic sense of a hidden place lies in its elusiveness where secrets and dreams are allowed to intertwine. ...

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"God did not create darkness. Darkness is the absence of light. He did not create hate. Hate is the absence of love. Darkness and hate therefore, are the absence of God." ~ by poet Kept apart by time, miles, and circumstance, their sweet reunion quivers with passion. Seen distantly across the bridge, they ran. Teeth, lips, and bodies...

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Rural scenes and views from the countryside warm my heart as I watch the hills and tide. Green pastures, bubbling brooks, blooming meadows blend with elegant sunflower and rose. Quaint cottages underneath the clear blue skies delight my mind and charm my sparkling eyes. The shepherds with their flocks echo their voice far from the complex urban, modern noise. This place features lush...

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Idyllic nightmare  I know they are good people who want us to leave  they don't know it is their time, what's up because our time is fine, but they fail to grasp that they are past the clock, it has belled twice  We have admired their garden with flowers deep green lawn and made of plastic as are the red roses,...

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In this charming retreat, the silence of nature and hills talk to me, whispers of forgotten tales in the breeze, of hidden secrets of times bygone, an era of luxury and grandeur, where every stone holds a story untold. In the marble statues and king-size portraits, etched in elegance, they gaze through time, their faces frozen in an eternal grace, gripping the pulse of...

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TRAIN TRAVEL I am on a superfast train Listening to the soothing refrain, Of the wheels on the railway track Clickety clack, clickety clack. Verdant vistas on either side, Soothing visions during the ride. Hamlets and villages flash by, Little children waving "Hi"! Fields of wheat and sugarcane, Glistening from recent rains. No pollution, no blaring horns, No impatience or faces forlorn. The catering staff wend their way, Distributing...

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