Nature Romance Poems

Let us steal away to meet beneath the pines
Among the moss and lichen we will find
Two bodies set aflame with souls entwined
Coals smolder in your...

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A child, I, when you touched my heart and mind, 
so meaningful, but also undefined.
Like faerie dust, you left me behind.
    ...

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We sat at the only empty table. 
I'd never seen her before, 
that elegant, thirty-something lady, 
when I visited that shore. 

I was twenty-two years...

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Rainbows from a storm set up,
Left dazzling colors of hues
Clouds in the backdrop start to fade away
I think of sugar plums dancing in play.

The sun...

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She was one good looking chick
Straight out of Vogue, or a Spiderman flick
Her back was straight, she had that glow
Blonde hair, green eyes, healthy head...

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Once again the night came
 Once again your memory
 Once again my heart felt,
 a little cold and misery.

 The sky went dark
 The clouds...

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Muse appreciation
Romantic moon shines so bright
Reflection fallback....

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“a mute tongue is a slave to silence” - 
Silent One

let the happy heart sing out loud and clear,
let air vibrate, reach angels in heaven,
golden...

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Always I passed beside the bows
But never I personally taste its pain
Successfully once I entered its realm
Getting the hope of blissful  heaven .
Ah !...

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Dinner made lovely
For momentous sandy beach
Epic love journey....

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Clouds of grey hues,
Swim across the air above. 
A dove is flying high,
Racing to reach his nest below. 

You can feel the rain, 
Drizzling droplets...

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The emotions of Romeo & Juliet,
always bold from the start;
Blessed to feel so deeply, 
no matter the distress;

Make no mistake the heart does suffer;

Simply breathing...

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When I woke up this morning,
With the Sun's glowing rays
I leaned forward to feel 
The warmth of it on my face.

I, sitting on the porch,
Watching...

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Fall flourishes with flighty flair,
a silent song upon the air.
Melody of fading ember,
all in spirit, rhythm, and timbre.
In Her heart, a tenuous tune
flirting with a...

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My initials are M F, of course, given by my parents. I don't use nicknames in any of my writings.

Maiden’s flimsy faking made mystique meaningless...

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