Isabel Poems - Poems about Isabel

My dear Isabel, The days have become shorter, the chill bites the air and as I'm walking back through the apple trees, I think of that time the curve of your hip leaned against the cinnamon bark and with your book held so close, I felt a pang of envy. --------- Dearest Isabel, In a few days I leave...

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Is this a poem? -- I'd say so! Near my home, convenient, clean and comfy. Very low prices. Varied delicious specials. Slogans artistically painted in strategically located spots -- poetic samples of our regional colorful cuisine and culture: "I like my cafecito with a little chisme" (I like my coffee with a little gossip); "Y la dieta?" (And the diet?) and near the register, another: "Hay...

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Isabel is the woman I love And she's the only one I'll live to have Her skin is so delicate And tender as that of liver Indeed when her gentle touch Settles on my body I tend to shiver As though I'm soon dying of fever... Her lips so soft and red Dressed with strawberry gloss That I'd love to feel the aftertaste When we kiss,...

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How beautiful to wake up in the morning Because there is you beside me Your arms placed around my chest I can feel your body lying within me This feelings i can’t trade with anything Because you are my life and happiness The reason of being alive every day For i’am yours, only yours forever I commit this very life of mine for...

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A lady as lovely as Isabel shouldn't have any trouble finding who can satisfy her well... until that guy becomes a big bubble that'll burst and simply vanish putting an end to her wish! Do you have any dreams at night, or steal them from other women more deserving than you and honest? Do you feel bad counting their rolling tears; no, a lady as...

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Did you see her? She’s gorgeous, She’s nice, She’s pleasant, She’s everything you’re not. And what angers me the most? You like her, You wish them both good luck. I mean, At first he rejected her, But it seems he now realizes the mistake he made. Maybe it’s true, And he just wants her as a friend, Maybe you are exactly what he needs. But you are definitely...

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I have never met anyone like you dear Sweet and elegant woman that gives good cheer Angels have now welcomed you in their arms Beautiful lady I hope to see you again Eternal friendship is what I share with you Lady in the next life we might start anew Death is just another form of doorway You and I will meet again...

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A vision of pulchritude My sweet little Isabel Coquettish in the extreme A beautiful southern belle Lithe limbed and gracile She is hopelessly vivacious With her sylph like elegance She tends to the outrageous But for all her dalliances And her overt vivacity Her revelling in the attention She is still in love with me...

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We never knew when she went away... exactly. It was over a period of time, A little loss, each day...or hour. Accumulating surely, slowly, but steadily, in the wake of our determination to stop it. This can’t happen to Mama, we wont let it. But it did. Nothing we could do or say brought back the loss. Leaving a little at a time, Creeping steadily away...

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here she is my seven year old bunny bright and monkey bold floating on her tippy toes shiny pink face with a runny nose says what she thinks and that's you told tea stained freckles and sapphire eyes exaggerates but won't tell lies six teeth lost to a dentist chair My pykie princess with sunshine hair. took off her stabilizers and sped down the road laughing like a demented toad there's no climbing...

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Sub mitt meeting a Poem Sub mid night Sub meeting the meeting of the meet World trade meeting World trade submitting proposal When the world is round can be flat Like a dish for the Catholic Isabel Kingdom of Spain. Your world may be like a dish Where you eat a word Like a banana Like a piece of meet. Meet vs. bananas WTO vs. Chiquita If the world...

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Sautéed scallops on the skirts of Italy Debutantes of a chardonnay shimmy Mediterranean terraces of broached stars Gucci wallets moonlighting baroque hearts Manolo Blahnik legs lavishly luring High heel sculptures of effusive Etruscan art Olive ties stirring perfumed Sicilian thighs Inhaling fragrant glasses of jasmine jet eyes Rosy secrets saturating burning blotted lips Fiery fertile plumes of Pompeii's fresco kiss Vesuvian silence preening suave...

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