Kiss Of Peace Poems - Poems about Kiss Of Peace

When I am feeling alone I close my eyes The world comes alive No-one can hurt me I am safe I can see the one I love And taste her kiss Although she isn’t real I can feel her skin And hear her breathing But she isn’t really there It is winter outside But in here, I smell the forest I can hear the birds above Although it...

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At first sight he is a tall man In any light he is handsome and At first sight it is easy to miss Candle light eyes charisma soft as a kiss In sun light it is easy to see Man of pride courage and peace In the night I feel his ease Unfolding his mind as he talks to me What a first...

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I love sitting on the back porch,                               a cool and peaceful breeze covers me.               In my rocking chair I will sit for hours,                    ...

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I send a kiss to take away the pain To comfort you like the sound of soothing rain I send you a kiss, to alleviate the stress Blown by the wind from here, nothing less I send you a kiss to make you forget All the troubles on the table set With love, I send a kiss straight from my heart Hoping...

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SUNFLOWER WHISPERS Distant the hills in its quiet domain, Overlooking the field of sunflower plains. Pollinating bees in a solemn hum. To rhythm the cluck of the windmill pump. A multiple moment with you to share, No other place of paradise compared Reflection your ...

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Oh for the joy's of are beautiful world has in-store Mother nature Earth has so much wounder to explore amazing, divine peace in nature with its sweet delights even cloudy day's are enlightened in her way's pristine beauty in harmony, natures conveys filling the heart with wonderful joy's arming the soul with praise giving you such great magnificence to enjoy....

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Peace – I want to know what it is! Peace – Shall I find it in your kiss? Peace – I really should not miss!...

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Sure it was a wave Ended in a scratch Across my temple. And much I could do to tell this maiden It wasn't her I dared my precious Moment to laud. And she walked by Frowning, since perhaps she knew a scratch- And if one should follow up a wave, She could tell that difference Between a squint and a dim. She's...

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