Beauty Longing Poems

Alone I walk this winding road,
With no hand to hold, no love bestowed,
In the stillness of the night, I quietly cry,
For a future where I’ll...

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Blue eyes and red hair  
I see you in everyone, everywhere
But I yet to find one who can compare
Flaws are subjective, I was too...

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If I could, I would trade you my eyes
Cause you should see you with the clearness of mine
Things your tainted image couldn’t imagine you’d see
Cause...

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Hand in hand I dream about 
A simple kind of love
Unassuming, yet no doubt
Its presence spoken of
Between our hearts, conversing in
A language all their own
Not...

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Autumn gone, now winter frost,
Reflections return, times long lost.
Words, pictures plucked from air, 
Those I know are always there.

Sixty years ago and more,
When life and...

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I don't know why I love your smile
I don't know why I admire your style
I don't know why I appreciate your ways
I don't know why...

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             Echoes of the Heart


I’ve walked this street before, through slick remnants of...

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Every year In Robin Hood Country Nottingham
There in October, they hold. What is known, as the Goose Fair. It's huge. and goes back centuries, straining...

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Imprisoned by the way things are,
Breakfast, coffee and cream,
Eggs with toast
Sometimes it’s burnt, branded
By the decades old toaster – former things,
We can’t replace,
Because this one...

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Framed in the moonlight -
you appear ethereal.
Quintessential, beyond reach.

I shine no brighter -
than your starlit gaze. I say...
'the light shall bend to our will'.



02.27.2024...

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If my heart were a rose garden
I would pick one satin rose
everyday,
for my ravishing ruby beloved,
whose heart beats in delicate violets,
whose gaze sings me lavender...

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This did have a different title but I am conscious it may cause offence 

          A...

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Into the dark corners of desire,
long left standing upon 
the un-swept floor of secret yearning 
have I strived to press your memory away.

Which over time...

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I really love my bluebird fair
The color of your golden hair
Your pretty eyes, translucent, blue
Just some things that make you you

The beauty present in your...

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My partner called out cars she sent
as we stood at opposite ends
of the work zone, and when
hers had passed, I called out mine
sending them along...

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