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Ramblers Poems

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PMPoem TitlePoetFormFormCategories  
Premium Member Poem Name on a grave stone stephen pennell Free verse Free verse ramblers, death, , memorial,
SPAMMER SMACKDOWN Warner Baxter I do not know? I do not know? ramblers, bullying, computer, internet, rude,
Premium Member Poem Naked Ramblers Association Limerick JAN ALLISON Limerick Limerick ramblers, humorous,
The naked ramblers society DARREN WATSON Verse Verse ramblers, funny,
CAN I COMPLAIN AND YOU EXPLAIN Kim van Breda Rhyme Rhyme ramblers, introspection, world,
My favorite anecdote from Urdu S.zaynab Kamoonpuri Narrative Narrative ramblers, urdu, wisdom,
Saint George and the Dragon Charles Clive Verse Verse ramblers, england,
Premium Member Poem Ramblers Terry O'Leary Quatrain Quatrain ramblers, fantasy, love,
RAMBLING Paul Curtis I do not know? I do not know? ramblers, funny

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Ramblers Poem Example

Ramblers

’Tween hither and thither we wended our way skipping, dancing through sand dunes, in seascape croquet. While woven in waves watching dolphins at play I first tasted her lips in the ocean’s wild spray. Mystic moonbeams, suffusing clouds’ shimmering sails, unleashed us and whisked us down sensuous trails, soon evoking the trills of untamed nightingales as our passions pervaded green valleys and dales. Being spectres of splendour in wanton sashay we mastered our meaning in love’s matinee – the breezes, in passing, slowed down to survey blazing bodies embraced in youth’s blooming bouquet. With the wind as our wings, till the Never we flew, two gypsies, on junkets through dusk’s residue gently floating like pollen to everywhere new, so eluding pearled teardrops that paint the past blue. Yes, we gamboled and gambled, two waifs led astray, with our shackles afire and anchors aweigh – rising higher and higher, the sun lured our sleigh, teasing time was our temptress, night’n day after day. Having stars in our eyes and all time as our view, we’ve drifted, like dreamers where sprites rendezvous and feasted on laughter and sipped morning dew while rambling forever as one made of two.

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