Serenade Poems - Poems about Serenade

Foppish fringe flutters..pianist tendrils tinkling.. Flitter finessing leathery fruits.. Caressing..stitched dreams tickled & tailored.. Swing..swerve in clandestine cahoots… Curve…voluptuous velvety verve.. Wobble seam serendipity tempts..teases.. Sliding across creases..angle architect gliding.. Heaven sent tyro riding blazing trails.. Hellbent brio…Waggers & Trent..Timmy trio.. Touted trinity…selector trifecta..febrile fan affinity.. Tim’s timber hoicks topple Toblerones.. Schadenfreude stats sips.. Oiks suggest Timmy.. Ersatz Test imitator of Jimmy… Naysayers…tut tutters spew from trolling...

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My love for you is Interstate 93: not beautiful, but there for all to see. How summarise your worth in my affection? Isabella Stewart Gardner’s louche collection. Though dowdy, your hair to me is dear, as is the rainworn house of Paul Revere. I long to take you for my wedded spouse, like wanting chowder (Union Oyster House). To win you, I’d cross...

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Cleopatra, I investigate your eyes through Nile mist that weaves, jade butterflies that never fly sable tresses hanging over leopards bole skin on the border of Venusian dreamcatchers Gilded diadems dance as burned suns radiate from golden flakes of your crown lightning demarcating the border between genius — and ambition wars are fought easier than your heart is won; Cupid grieves your connections Great men fear being made...

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I tell a story with each graceful step you weave Creating a masterpiece of rythmn as you dance upon the stage A symphony of motion as you fill my empty page A celebration of art transcending time and space Where colors of a rainbow leave prisms delicately traced I lose myself in you alone in this theatrical dream like place [] Twirling whispers...

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An early spring morning is greeted with a robin’s song A delightful chorus inviting other songbirds to sing along In his chorus of “cheery, cherry, tut, tut” sounds From a robin happily singing and dancing on the ground A chickadee perches at the feeders to watch the show And stops to eat some seeds before letting his music flow He sings...

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Written: April 09, 2025, for contest sponsored by Brian Strand ********************* sometimes there's soft sludge a harsh grip that creeps in secretly and veiled — at times, it feels as a tight jab— warm, holistic, and candid but it may sting...

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Under the dark high flying clouds resides the forgotten home of loneliness. Its gnarly whispers of welcome, cold colder than the sea. Yes on this faint moonlit beach the icy sea laps and sings gently, so gently as if your fingers are running through my hair and the wind is your voice. The wind wails sorrowfully of broken promises and the sea, it breaks and...

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Written: March 21, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France Quote": The bliss derived from the splendor of nature, adorned with a stunning variety of flowers is a delight for all the creatures that occupy this earth. By Poet **************** A crimson tulip basks in...

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In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. - John Keats As the deep darkness starts to spread over the verdant vale, The nightingale ruffles its female feathers, attracting the male. Preparing her stupendous serenade that enchants all divine. ...

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Come, ancient angel, come hither to me; Moon that’s at sunset, rise out of the sea; All that’s enchanted, in harmony be; Serenade softly, my love is for thee. ...

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Written: March 3rd, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann Quote" There is a moon inside every human being. Learn to be companions with it". By Rumi ************************ If I could I would fetch you the moon on a spoon, A silver ladle cradling that...

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The awning of Ovis, a shade from the sun, Cast patterns of light, where her story begun. Not rain-streaked glass, but a warm, open space, Where her curly brown hair framed a captivating face. She moved through the tables, a sun-dappled dream, Her presence a current, a vibrant sunbeam. "A light, if you have one?" her soft voice inquired, Her eyes, like...

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Oh, summer, sweet symphony of golden days, Where sunlight dances in warm, endless rays. The sky blushes pink as dusk softly nears, While love blooms eternal beneath the stars' tears. The breeze whispers secrets through fields of green, And echoes our laughter where we’ve both been. Your touch is the heat of a sun-soaked noon, Your smile like the glow of a...

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