Lovelier Poems - Poems about Lovelier

A lovelier flower I never did see than the fair beauty that now stands before me. A lovelier music I never did hear Than the sweetest voice of one I hold so dear. I never felt a purer or truer thing Than when on your precious hand I placed that ring. ...

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Could lovelier at all heaven truly be? My verdant oasis, magical Berkshires? My artistic sense of awe enhanced by thee Reverence of this holy place, oak of tree My heart burns with unknown fires Your pacifying qualities unparalleled you see. Respite given to travelers, and ones who flee. Memories of this beautiful scene, hopefulness inspires, My artistic sense of awe enhanced by thee A...

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The book before me lay meaningless. Numbers cropped up Forming in nervous rhythm geometric intricacies. Letters and words converged in tipsy web-like patterns. My heart I cupped in my hands and chasms of loneliness and aching wounds turned to tangible bands. My head I lifted for reasons anywhere. In the clouds? Perhaps, in the wind? With an almost infinite sweep, I dealt my heart the balm of resignation. “Tis the...

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Another woman lovelier than you couldn't keep me from holding you; another woman funnier and smarter than you couldn't stop me from laughing with you... telling jokes and be happier than anyone who has known hurt. Lovers can be also friends, confide secrets and fears; have you been betrayed by someone, and not believed anything promised? That was me lying to a beautiful one, she was...

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There is nothing lovelier than to say 'I love you', to your my sweat heart, everyday...

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I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree* although the poem you wrote for me celebrating the anniversary of my sixtieth year oh how I wish I could hear your voice as you read it out loud You had never written a poem before so proud was I as I gazed in awe Your words I...

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Listen to Self Listen to inner self ...

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Like a morning hag in curlers Without a trace of makeup on, Ugly is thy name, O Desert; A gift from those who know you not. Show me the glass-eyed towers That match your crystalline skies. Show me the fiery tresses As fair as your rosy clouds at dawn. The doyens of cosmetics, With their scientific skills, Make no blushes that compare With your evening...

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Along the primrose path,passion flowers luminous beauties all of a flutter,true, natural and gentle on the stream of time. This drift of time fashions silence into words,silent thoughts.flowers of perfect speech by wayside haunts.Sights sounds and secrets so full of sweet song. Songs of picture poetry chasing shadows in an eclectic amalgam ,lovelier than lilac you may hear me recite my PS anthology...

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Lovely is the name he bequeathed her on occasion he could recall when they met variable soft silkens rest upon her breast even her lips pursued his inner mindset like every young man consumed in fascination insecure, doubtful, hesitant and now totally finished even before he could begin to approach...

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Snow is lovelier than rain on any January dreary day, it stomps out darkness with a joyful glow; discover what's being unraveled with its miraculous touch; behind the pines' grove whipped by gusts, imagine ghosts grunting, not finding souls that the night before walked past light posts pausing briefly; such a magical scene is only seen on a Hallmark greeting card! Never frighten when...

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Oh lovely rose song Pressed in that book for so long Music can't be wrong Memories that stay always recurring array Learning how to pray Thoughts engraved so deep Everlasting pure, keep Reminding of love Oh that lovely rose Pressed in that book that was closed She lovingly chose Memories that say True love won't take her away Momma I miss you...

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Is Nature adding to me or taking away from me Am I, or am I just a small part, a tiny part of all the beauty that I see. All is so magnificent The fresh air that I breathe And I find myself thinking quite often Will there ever be a day...any days Much lovelier than these? When I rose to greet this sunrise Traveled...

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I floated into the windless sky of the tranquil night visited by minuscule stars that were subdued by dim moonbeams calling for some gleeful dreaming; and I wistfully dreamed of a lovelier and calmer planet remembering two kind and sincere eyes much lovelier than bluebells swaying in clay pots. I kept thinking of other universes never discovered by me...

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