Him Night Poems

That first night it was so sensually and so swiftly
That he made love to me, and it was done oh so beautifully.
That left such an...

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luctatio they branded the term
to define there interest
it was clear to all involved
Could stand proud and applaud.
Tuxedos and gowns, tonight.
We started out looking
for silver and...

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There’s a lot of strange things going on in our world and our governments keep many of these sinister goings on under wraps.
Quote by poet.


At...

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Have to keep the door closed
(after that midnight treat)
The coyote or wolf far off
(too close)
Can’t remember the plot
(salsa has tightened its grip)
upon awakening
(not at all...

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slow uncertain steps, eyesight dim
gripped with fear, enslaved by desire
we’ve toiled but failed and now we tire

lost in dream realms, future seems grim
we must rest...

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Her eyes a sapphire blue,
An awesome sight to view,
Her nose aristocratic,
She was so charismatic,
Her lips a rosy petal pink,
One had to blink,
Or been seen as...

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You know the colour of peace is white —
And no wonder, white suits you so well.

I live in a world woven with dark,
And in its...

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while darkness colors my thoughts
in shadows, sapphire whispers
blessed by the reflections of stars, moonlight
glistening through the heavens,
rhythmic tales of heartfelt praise, prayers
stories of what it...

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We were five in the room,
Mama whispered her last prayer before bed,
the fan turned slowly, tired like the rest of us.
It was just another night
stars...

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A woman sits alone on a cold winter night,
with a tattered blanket wrapped around her tight.
In her frail hand, she holds an old empty purse,
in...

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MIRZA GHALIB ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS

Urdu poems about tyranny, the world, sky, sun, wind, night, faith, roses, creation & entropy.

Tyranny adores those who adore the tyrant.
—Mirza Ghalib,...

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In the silence of the night, alone in bed, she lets her thoughts drift,
She wonders what it would be like to feel the warmth of...

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Written by His hand, stars strewn in coal black skies
anywhere I look, glowing in bleakest nights
the sound of grace poured out beneath heaven’s cries
silencing the...

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The night wind was icily cold.
No herons or olive tree warblers flew,
Only hooded black ravens,
preying on the souls of lost men.
More red-pinkish flowers 
dropped from...

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He came as a babe in a manger, 
left His Throne and His Glory above,
To bring us His grace and salvation 
and show us the...

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