Mother Romanticism Poems

My receptive wide adoring eyes rested within the ambient light and bathed in The Shadoe and shade of the scene
Where before me a paragon of...

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Once upon a time, love was equivalent to sex,
But in this modern era, this twenty-first century,
What do you, think love is?
I would personally define love...

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Her scars told a story of a time
When life tried to break her but failed 
And she was filled for a while
with tearful wails
Maybe she...

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"Books and boys have enmity my girl”
Generations of women said to me,
Old is gold
But I missed a step, tripped over my books and fell hard...

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The world is full of beautiful nature,
Of wonder and in the pursuit,
In the landscapes, the mountains, 
And the oceans that we view.

The skies: their shine...

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this is the season of change
March is a period of transition
already you are in preparation
for the rains of April
this time of year begins the pastels
the...

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The bridge between our hearts 
as fine as spiderweb threads
Along it soldiers march 
workers trample, children skip
with balls of light
cows graze, horses gallop

 
Between our...

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“Her Ever Changing Moods, the Rapture Reprising”

Lavender seduces symmetry  
in her ever changing moods
slips into something more comfortable

a swollen tangerine sky 
moves its tongue...

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"The forests are my bones"


I was born without a home 
On the forest floor I grew up 
I was named by the wind 
it's soft...

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Mother of Nature
"The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul."Quote written by: Constance La France

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Who is the mystic mother of nature
The one who...

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As Her Love Lives Forever In This Heaving Breast


Wisdom, its great truths, that treasure, my newest quest.
As her love lives forever in this heaving breast.

As...

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i took her riding
this time my venue, not hers
she loves horses, i am no equestrian
i am beyond saddle sore now
trail rides where every bird is...

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I saw the wonders of creation
In the simple straight striation
Of a frangipani flower
But because you were not there,
There was none with whom to share
Its magic...

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"Blue"



I remember the colour blue
before the ocean turned grey
and I swam into you
I chose to 
I chose you

My ocean is warm and inviting
I am the...

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“Inheritance”



Where do I go?

To meet you
outside of 
complicit 
words...

I dream of 
bigger things
than numbers
and sharp talons

bells jangling 
ankles tempted
by better things
running

flight of the fleeing
hooded
tethered
birds

Freedom, 
Words.

Just...

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