In The Bosom Poems - Poems about In The Bosom

...Accountancy  It was a quiet day, I was driving around  with my camera, but not in the mood to take pictures of my Savannah which is today a flat piece of land between to hills that look like t......Read the rest...

...I felt affection By sudden press of her hand To my sternum.......Read the rest...

... Pilgrim Transported to A Sacred Space Weary And Torn but not Folorn To Implore of the Goddess Face to Face A Quiet Place, Comforted In Her Embrace, Her Grace, The Liminal Space, Void of Facad......Read the rest...

...I marvel how touch touches deepest chord, That rest of senses scarce can ever match, Time heals old wounds, touch stays on for long stored, And leaves a sign, a lasting mark to etch, I marvel......Read the rest...

... I am but one now, and not another prior Never before have I trodden this path Never before have I lived this hour I need not do the history or the math If my history consisted of endless da......Read the rest...

...Ah, confidence, my dear old friends, my bosom buddy, when there'd be loose ends when things get muddy, who'll take the credit, be those who led it, lest there'd be a debit, then who'll ......Read the rest...

... There was Red Dawn and Crocodile Dundee. Full House and The Lottery. Road Runner and G.I. Joe. The Lost Boys and Cameo. The TMNT and Silver Hawk. Duck Tales a......Read the rest...

...My Unfold Love Dr Ranjit Dutta Ledo.Assam A masterpiece unfolds In the depths of my bosom, In that art of love A story yet untold. With vibrant hues of passion I paint a can......Read the rest...

...Temporal incarnation of Aphrodite... induces idyllic reverie delight evoking similar surge, when skirting, and eluding fidelity defining the marital law on par with courting in flagrante deli......Read the rest...

...Prepare the bottom Clean foundation of the earth Truth your bosom.......Read the rest...

...The ancient four legged poem had been premeditatedly cut loose and now it haunts the unready, frail and ailing poet. It barks abruptly from underneath the lush hortensia bushes shocking the blu......Read the rest...

...The rain - when it comes; It brings out the poet in me! Bathing peaches and garden plums, Tapping the leaves in the backyard tree! The Mizzle and mist, the drizzle and fog Sodden the silent, l......Read the rest...

... The sun has long receded from the sky, Pallid gloom invades the wintry air, Morbid silence hangs over him, Memory sleeps like hibernating toads. Trees stand bare with no leaves t......Read the rest...

...I feel there's something heavy Pressing on my bones Medusa's gaze has got me Turning into stone.. My life needs new perspective Like some higher place to view A log jam in my thinking Or my ......Read the rest...

...Every father’s child, A seed in the wild, Nature and nurture are its tutors, The unseen are its captors. Every father’s child, Crafted by the gentle and mild, They come to a vast field, Obli......Read the rest...