Love Rondeau Poems

In these mountains, where I’m from, peace amazes,
With nostalgic beauty, its gentle praises.
Silence whispers to souls, believers know love,
Breathless inklings linger, a calm from above.
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Your eyes do say a thousand things
Take souls to glide on angel wings
Drag me alive in timeless space
Like string that broke to end the race
Like...

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In languish sleep, so went her fate
through loveless marriage, mired in hate.
Soft-spoken words that now chastise
his world, of stranger’s scents and spies;
gold, traded for some...

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At Wounded Knee, we haunt the hill
Where many moons ago we were killed
As herds of buffalo wax and wane
And big sky and silence don't profane
But...

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(Inspired by the painting The Letter by Edward Antoon Portielje)

In candle's gentle, flick'ring light so grand,
Where secrets whispered 'cross the paper's strand,
Two lovers' hearts in...

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The evanescent canvas, colors slowly fade
but fading in the sun, the moon is not afraid.
transient are the footprints etched in sand
with time and tide, meets...

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Blushing smiles erase shadowed pasts
Filling hearts with music that lasts
Someday, somewhere, breathless prayers
Comfort hearts and souls He prepares ~
Rousing heaven’s enthusiasts

Dewlike tears, gentle love forecasts
Recalling...

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Follow love’s scent, in close embrace,
celebrating upward ascent,
ensured on granting joy consent,
renouncing life’s mundane rat race
and thus with no earth goals to chase,
fears exhumed, our...

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Speaking of love that’s free, always hears
Sometimes seems even the walls have ears
But it’s Jesus who understands me
Love invites me to fall to my knee...

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When doves cry, Nature's tears will flow
and flood the world that we love so.
Eagles will abandon the sky,
only planes will be free to fly.
Super cyclonic...

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He sleepwalked through our wedded years.
We pledged, despite my mother's fears
of differences, I couldn't see.
He swore undying love to me;
but all is not what it...

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The past is dead, future unborn
and whilst we’ve suffered and have bled,
our presence has been by love led,
though between fears and desires torn,
until feral ego...

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Bones ache, yet heart sings our Lord's praise, 
He accepts us just as we are, 
Unmerited grace does amaze, 
For He has led us safe...

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The thoughts we think, what is their source 
Emotes rise and fall in a blink
It’s clear that love employs no force
Time is now head and...

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There are two kinds of light - the glow that illuminates, and the glare that obscures.
James Thurber

I hid my light, feared my own glare
I'd just...

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