Relishing Poems - Poems about Relishing

mystical faerie queen arising from depths of fathomless waters out of the darkness exuding self creating blood red roses in her wake exposing her innocence relishing in her womanliness all powerful vulnerable to no one exposing her essence shining her soul blue and black tresses rising from the deep plotting the completion of the war mongers raising her army followed by elementals who fear other cosmic forces mystical faerie queen ready to play provoke, and...

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To be fully present in each moment... and dance with my breath's rhythm! 12/30/2018 For Silent One: New Year Resolution In One Line Contest 17 syls...

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REAPING AND RELISHING SAPODILLA PLUMS Reaching out towards freshness all ripened, Holding onto huge branches hovering high, Not bothered about tan getting deepened, I hand pluck lush naseberries straight from the sky; Savouring sweetness with a satisfied sigh. 2nd August, 2017 ...

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Jerry was a naughty church mouse who lived in a pretty little church up the green hill, He walked up and down the aisles looking for a new adventure Up and down the pews, But one Saturday morning he found a new wonder A picture card moment frozen in time At the edge of the table where fresh lilies...

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Have you ever been told that you want your cake and to eat it to. Well of course, I do. A Tres Leche cake…you would too. A moister cake…there is none. This cake is creamy, dreamy, and fun. This cake almost melts on your tongue. Three kinds of milk are soaked in this sponge. Fruit and, whipped icing, blankets the top… If my...

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My baker’s commissioned to bake A huge cow shaped iced wedding cake The groom is a farmer He sure is a charmer Its design could lead to heartbreak When the bride saw the cake how she cried Her traditional cake was denied She screamed at the groom Get out of this room Then she plunged the knife in the cow’s side Inspired by but...

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Life is not to be devoured without savoring it but should be nibbled, relishing its every moment! (c) Demetrios Trifiatis 29 June 2016...

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We see them in old movies, aged sitcoms – black and white or fading color. We hear ancient languages— dead voices on sound tracks, buried giggles, awkward squawks of unexpected laughter. We relish corpses— old friends, remembered relatives stiff in brown photographs. Reels creak, VHS tapes moan, DVDs hum silently with sprocket holes, white scratches in sky, burnt nitrate edges of night. We relish corpses. They are us....

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