Mottled Poems - Poems about Mottled

The mottled sunlight glistens As the bush cacophony listens To the passionate sighs of lovers Intertwined not wanting any others We are together as one As lovers we have just begun Promises I will make to you Always made to follow through. © Paul Warren Poetry...

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optimistic dawn blue and golden mottled clouds fill with joy feeling...

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Into A Mottled Shade I Sought My Rest Into a mottled shade I sought my rest As I trekked into my favorite woods. There I was but an uninvited guest Seeking Nature's truth, not man's falsehoods! Walking upon an ancient forest floor Among towering oaks and ancient beech Always with joy, seeking very much more And knowledge that my longing soul will teach. Streams...

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Into A Mottled Shade I Sought My Rest Into a mottled shade I sought my rest As I trekked into my favorite woods. Here I was but an uninvited guest Adoring Nature's truth, not man's falsehoods! Walking upon an ancient forest floor Among towering oaks and ancient beech Always with joy, seeking very much more And knowledge that my longing soul will teach. Stream...

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A maze of tall ascending fingers pierce the sky Prominent and conceived as seeds In someone's fertile mind Crowded together packed in vertical line That overshadow the pavement below. Temples of finance and commerce Amassed in concrete and reflective glass As tiny moving dots like ants scurry and hurry below Metal boxes of all shapes and colours In the city like a river stop...

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Mottled grey knitted top Little pink mini-skirt Kick off your heels We kick it off Warm breath on my chest My arm is dead Kiss on your hair I kiss it on Fluttered lash and morning smile Kiss off and kick on Into the mottled grey day...

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Midnight, Looking everywhere and going nowhere. I hide my feelings between doubt and bravado, testing the water before trying to walk on it. Finding a dozen reasons why I should or shouldn’t, could or couldn’t, would or wouldn’t. Finally in desperation, I fling myself headlong into the fray. Did I do it? Did I make it? Then I begin all over...

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