Quiver Poems - Poems about Quiver

Irish accents quake my female southland. Males 'neath Newsboy Caps stimulate dreamland. Irish yearns may want touch, Did not seek to feel such. Ireland trips could stimulate mate's backhand....

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Who dreams of inspiration ~ his flesh quivers with trepidation ...

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How much time will you be in room? Please come, play with us and bloom Behind the bars, there's a chirping bird, Sleeping still, have you not heard? The gentle air through the breeze, Occuring from moving of trees Forests looking beautiful by its blow "Hey You, focus it's showing its glow". Everybody likes the rain, And...

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poetry goes beyond a mere rhythmic flow of words like a poultice, it draws out feelings and emotions hidden between the lines, on a personal level poetry is to be felt more so than read when the reader identifies with the poet's words poetry is a way of sharing an experience by linking the words with the reader's feelings joy, sadness, love, fear, anger, and...

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You were there, an outline of a quiver in the light rain falling unabashedly, Ignoring the tapestry of silver in the sky that wept speechlessly. Beneath the somber crests of clouds that caressed your face with heavy gazes, Your shimmering splendor called forth feelings in playful waltzes. My heart was a field of gemstones beneath your unlearned dance, Emeralds and...

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Beneath the forest's canopy, the bluebells glimmer in quiver, Dancing on a carpet of blue, flowers that lead in the ether. A bass clef fluttering of nectar's verse, they open secret trails, And quietly, tiny creatures carve their path in the azure. Their scent, a hidden murmur, is a whispered echo from the sky, They envelop in dustings of blue,...

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A dusty quiver lay on my back Its arrows clean and sharp I wade with purpose through itchy reeds My boots dragging in the muck I hear you before I see you Your laugh collapsing the virgin marsh between us A fistful of whites and yellows My dear whites and yellows Ready, steady It’s no use! For if I lose an arrow My quiver will lighten...

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A thought Of dreed A primal fear Sends a shiver A quiver Down the spine And through The soul That makes The body shake And quake A quick glance around To see If anyone noticed The impromptu Involuntary dance Of the soul In your body That held It down That thought That dreed Those tortures Of your Soul...

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"Teach me your mood, O patient stars. Who climb each night, the ancient sky. leaving on space no shade, no scars, no trace of age, no fear to die." – Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~~ Like a summer song, inspiring twilight When silent hopes, thoughts so sentimental Thirsty winds stir the promise to unite Winter’s breathe, a caress soft and gentle When...

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Now that you walk the earth, we await your story dear child Were you sometimes seated in there in a floating dream curving a path like our favorite flower, baby's breath, glistening in morning rain that makes every drizzle even more beautiful? With fire in each milestone, like so much a stamen under sun You carry the promise of...

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“Quiver”--how soft it glides ‘tween lips and teeth, It almost feels like breathing in a wreath; I can’t find words that can sound as tender Except, possibly, “flower” and “whisper.” “Quiver”--how opposite the image it brings: Both unpleasant and delightful feelings; Like a sore bee sting that gives the shudder, Or a lover’s touch that makes one shiver. A pretty thing makes...

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you touch my skin, and I quiver, not from the cold wind outdoors. ...

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Lift my soul to the farthest height and let it fall into your eyes so you may protect my love like a precious jewel, that glitters and glows on the landscape of your heart let it be a guiding light in your darkest needs feel my heart quiver from your kiss of warmest rapture feel its scented petals drifting on the wind of...

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“Have ye not yet by Holy Spirit been grazed ~ Caress divine sublime; may the Lord be praised” ~ quote by poet Recognising God alone as the giver, from time to time, sounds of silence we embrace, whereupon our spine soon begins to quiver, enlivened by magnetism, bestowed by grace, bliss drenched in flow of soma nectar river, that bursts forth from within,...

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Ashen dove fades in vines ripple zephyr~mist met by sun sequoia. Checked by: howmanysyllables.com: 17 syllables Written: February 15, 2023 A Ripple To Me Poetry Contest Sponsored by: JCB Brul...

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