Pillowed Poems - Poems about Pillowed

... I write on my pets, most often my cats. I think I may even have written on rats. I write on God’s gifts that in nature are found. I write on things based on sight, smell, and sound. I write......

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...Miss Jordan — Are you satisfied? Living in a world Where hopes and efforts never collide, Where all abide by someone else's design. Would you simply resign? It's peculiar how you're blind — ......

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...Not seeing you would be like Driving to Paris everyday But the Eiffel Tower fades away Not talking to you would be like Owning a Lamborghini gleaming gold But its tank runs empty in the cold ......

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... Nothing refreshes me more than standing beneath the misty veil of a waterfall. Like avatar of baby's breath and droplet of anti-death. Phoenix burst of peppermint- spurt, soft chew s......

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... I’m Baaack Miracle Man 10/18/2024 A blanket of white has covered earth’s floor. An eerie sound creeps around my leaky front door. A nor’easter has brought a strong whistling sou......

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... The pale yellow sky, reminds me of a smile that never fades From a greeting etched in memory, immune to words like cutting blades The tall emerald trees are drawn toward the layers of light A ......

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...When soft colors of the amethyst twilight, dance amongst shadows~ swirling through forlorn forests, I count sparkling syllables of pirouetting peridots, looking for metered refrai......

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...My receptive wide adoring eyes rested within the ambient light and bathed in The Shadoe and shade of the scene Where before me a paragon of sublime refined beauty So sensually seductively and aro......

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...Morning lays on the water as if still pillowed in a dream, then rises slowly into a gray, overcast day. You sit near the window in the gentle light, adrift on your thoughts taking you to I k......

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...I got friggin heebie jeebies Cuz buzzards circle o'er me eyeing these lovely bones prithee id est Roy L. T. Canard, Si hence impossible mission to be lovey dove vee. Vague remembrances of ......

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...When days were young, my love and I would search the clouds for faces. On pillowed grass, we two would lie. The clouds today may hold traces of a love that was paused in time, then vanished to......

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...ECSTASY to awake and then to dwell, pillowed on your breasts, there to pause awhile.. draped in tenderness.. muffled in love's caress!......

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...The wind roars like a lion As a sheet of snow, blows on by Dusting of white sticks to windows The weighed down bushes tip over Outside, there is a brewing war I walk, bting wind on my face, By ......

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...As night descends, the heavens celebrate, The birth of stars Through the tossing trees, They send down their toothless smiles The Moon too smiles with glee, Like a pleased mother. ......

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...Let's take a stroll. Mindful Each hilly step But leads, ever closer To a saint's rest. Cloud pillowed; above Herd's grassed request. You, I. That world-detached. If yet fleshed round. In He......

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