Nymphs Poems - Poems about Nymphs

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Wood nymph was wearing flowers in her hair. Her eyes were oozing kindness. She sat still, not speaking. The animals came to her. a mouse two squirrels three chickadees a deer They sensed her love for them a rabbit hopped by feeling her wholesomeness none were fearful, even a tiny bit....

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Honey dew of evergreen shrubs aligned. Beauty that casts ought bare me no more. Shadows within the cool faces ignore. Their perpetuating waltz fork my mind, Leaving eclectic faults intertwined; Wandering about far more confined. The trestling trees open like curtains, Drawing you in with ease, Calling out as they strike assertions. An astonishing mossy figure sprouts, Granting me no harm I already knew, Reminding me...

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Each passing second your Love Etches its seal on eternal slates, Proving fleeting affections drear, Yielding warmth that never sates. Infinitely warmer and soothing more, It trounces fickle throbs of mortal kiss, Eclipsing legends' amours of nymphs Hugged by knights into hollowed bliss. None comparable to fabled stories Lauding mimicking flames of yore, It permeates envy's diamond walls; Caressing loneliest...

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It is not easy to happen upon them, Pure nymphs in their natural beauty. It happened to me only once when I was resting beneath a red sunset maple, As the summer hear began to soar. A stone throw away was a lively stream Around which grew in flower A clump of Crape Myrtle Dwarves. The breeze blew softly carrying Some...

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summer cicadas ushering patience to that whole other level Submitted on May 28, 2018 for contest MAGICICADA NON-TRADITIONAL HAIKU sponsored by MAUREEN MCGREAVY...

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Glittering falling moondrops Giving birth to graceful nymphs Moonlit airborne vagabonds Winged gypsies beneath asters Incarnations of freedom in flight Deities in their magical realms Goddesses in miniature AP: 3rd place Submitted on March 14, 2019 for STANDARD CONTEST 195 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - 3RD PLACE Originally posted on March 20, 2018...

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Your fragrant, smooth, white flesh intoxicates my senses. Such cool curves! That tumbling hair! But when I grapple close, those carnal gates elude me. I'm embracing scented air! I'm strong, but you are nimble. There you go, as light and limber as the April breeze, beyond my grasp - my agile-footed doe, enticing tail half-seen...

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Sometimes I write poems about Wine and other essential Molehills of Life at 4 AM when Bacchus is still awake Conniving in Sheer revelry at the Mere notion he invented Satyrs and other Preternatural nymphs. Speaking of nymphs, I relish the whim that at 4:10 AM or thereabouts, if I rush outside into the Oozing Black Syrup, I might...

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A ninety foot nymph in a circus bath can bathe admirably at dusk but upon rising the tidal splash brings forth many cackling crabs. Digging and dropping. Drinking and DOING. Such is the efforts of a 1 centimeter oink. Defecation is best done in the morning. Delivery of many mingling mind talk to the toilet...

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Snowflakes: Dancing nymphs of winter’s soul That Masterfully weave, nature’s nuptial Gown! © Demetrios Trifiatis 14 January 2016...

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Ye Great Goddesses And Water Nymphs Of Old Tis not of your sweet beauty I do now write ye great goddesses and water nymphs of old. Rather your images in poetic,fanciful flight of chaste virtue and your beauty I am sold. Poets have graced thee in power of flight be it in the air or in clear water ye flee. By grace...

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NYMPHS ON MIDDAY PROTEST Crystal nymphs frolic at day-spring Unto puffs, upon hush of blossom breast sliding and gliding like dangling strings Chilling the fever of midday protest soft-sweet rest as all sleeps at their nest ___________________________________________________ Sponsor Sara Kendrick Contest Name Five Lines/ Metaphors And Simile ++Placed 1st++ O.E. Guillermo 9:20 pm, June 22, 2015...

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