Love Imagism Poems

Still happened again?
Or I'm the one who can't explain?
I've tried baby, can't you see?
Is it true you liked to unite like a bee?
Or you will...

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With all my might I try not to stare 
The boy of my dreams is standing right there 
I quickly check my makeup and hair...

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a tear of love...

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a whisper in the ear...

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The desert sand lies tearless,
Not rising into stem nor leaf,
To allow creation of some waxy flower,
Shifting, winding with the Maker’s wind,

And then

The Creator’s mind takes...

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No one knew who wrote them or when,
Like cinema posters that changed at regular intervals,
Misspelt swear words appeared on the wall of the urinal.

Written with...

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Moment of my heart.

With sunrise.
On the first light of the sun hitting my face through the window of my room.
On the sound of the first...

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horizon sensed… 

black rose spent - 

petals nonpareil fade 

~~~~~~~~~ 

(love wake)...

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Sunshine -
on a desolate beach
an old sailor marooned
trapped between
the ebb and flow
of distant tides...

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The young man crawls into the street
From his little bedroom built with dreams
Hurrying up and down the pavements
He eyes thin-lipped loves in cool yellow

He tries...

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while luxuriating in the boughs aching
to imbibe solar raiment golden this summer like
february twenty first two thousand and eighteen
when old man took a mandatory brake

from...

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Sand garden
Two rocks
Ripple
Fuse
Melt
Love –
Then walk away
...

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O my Love's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Love's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my...

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The Swan

As I mused on this sunshine day,
So cold, too cold I hear “The Swan,”
And I am taken on a lakeside dream,
Of swans dipping, swans...

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On Facebook I created a page and named it as "dude what is this crap"
She advised to change it to "It would have been better...

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lip
    to
         lip...

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When God, who is forever free,
Breathed life into my earthly frame,—
From that first day, by His free will
When I a living soul became,—
A babe upon...

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FOREST    LOVE



As  a melody felt in its first notes,
I  caught the perfume  of her soul pouring
Through the lacework of...

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I'm what you may call fresh clay....
We've all at some time passed this way.

I'm cold, moist, soft and tender, just waiting 
to be held
If I'm...

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"My grandfather's bicycle"

I still have the memories of my grandfather's old bicycle that was a always packed behind the house,it was blue in colour and...

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