Pursed Poems - Poems about Pursed

..."The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire". After many cold winters, they met again, Under the poplar tree on a starry moonlit night. Though they had planned it over many a time, ......

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... she had only asked him to come in for a cup of hot strong coffee an innocent gesture in her mind maybe an interesting exchange of thoughts on philosophical matters like love death and existence ......

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..."The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire," drawing an ambience for dreamers to dream with watercolor whispers and acrylic zen ~ amorous, magnetic, and achingly allurin......

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... "The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire," opening to a dazzling glow of molten fire, as rays reflect to cover rippling waves below, and like a fairyland, the colors blend their......

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... Seeds of desires were sown as our glances met. Emotive urge started to flow though hidden yet. Wobbled heart got confused to manifest. No way ! Shy silent love to hesitate. ......

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..."The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire". Rains then poured out like held-back tears of anger, shedding emotions from the sky like a recently heartbroken damsel. The raindr......

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...the sky holding back its secrets suddenly, the clouds part someone’s lips part; they’re caught in moment of yearning Tight restraint release like clouds opening to reveal the stars, waiting to whi......

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... "The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire" With God's presence in dusk and dawn — Do whispered moans damn this mortal bower? For in each stroke, dark is nigher Though God's forgivi......

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...Within the twilight of the witching hour, where dreams mingled with reality, your tongue, a sacred blade, flicks me open— each unspoken word unfurling from your lips presses against the ache ......

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... The morning exhales a soft, damp breath. Below, the city stretches, a sleeping giant under a dim haze. High above, the first touch of sun begins to tease the edge of night. A shift. A subt......

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...Occasionally the weather forecast can be of help: by poet Does the sky and the sea have a mind of their own? It was a tranquil day. I started the motor Of my boat and headed out in the b......

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...A queen was spinning flax one day. She gave her loom a jerk. (Don’t ask what “flax” or “looms” might be, or why a queen must work). She pricked her finger (careful, now!) yet Sigmund Freud wou......

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...How fortunate that I, correctly versed, knew hand-grenades are passive. At their worst, they maim and kill. But this is interspersed with usefulness: defenders have no thirst for carnage. Since t......

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...I see myself in lines of poetry I've written flying and crawling, laughing and bawling, winning and losing, breathing and dying ~ as a river current meandering where I choose to go moo......

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... (A lone elderly man holds his wife's hand, for maybe the last time, and whispers. As she sleeps) Although your beauty may fade with age My only love Don't you dare leave me alone Althoug......

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