Shielded Poems - Poems about Shielded

Written: November 13, 2023 _________________________________________________ The waning sun brightens the skies. Love carries you home via meadows. She would have time to shield her eyes. The waning sun brightens the skies. While he was humming he stayed wise. Young swoons are playing with shadows. The waning sun brightens the skies. Love...

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Sounds, never before heard, shout deep within my heart and soul, as ears go unneeded, and the arrested atmosphere surrounding me bathes in utter silence. 100422PSCtest, The Power of Silence. JCB Brul. HM...

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I don’t have asbestos fingers and my blisters come from the garden Toiling the soil and growing fine ingredients for such gourmet cuisine Like ‘throw it all in the one pan dishes’ and crystal ball cooking galore Never gave you adequate thank you’s and now you are about to retire Maybe you need to rest on the kitchen shelf...

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I was staring at your picture For some time today and This is what I imagined: I walked up to you and said I need you to take my hand And the other one too. Pull me to you with those Big strong arms of yours, Wrap them around me And never let go. Kiss my forehead and rock me From side to side. Look at me...

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SHIELDED FROM THE TERROR OF THE NIGHT Prism at twilight ...

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As I close my eyes I can visualize Sweetness in the air Love stirring.. between Star-beams of Beautiful lights Sparkling Colors within the Twilights Tis as you take me gently by the hand... As we slow dance our body’s swaying foot prints in the sand Then I realize Wait... This cannot be for I know... Truth I must run... I must go... As I Run Fast as...

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As I close my eyes I can visualize Sweetness in the air Star-beams of light Within the Twilights Tis as you take me gently by the hand... As we dance our body’s swaying foot prints within the sand Then I realize This cannot be I must run... I must go... As I Run as.. Fast as I can As my long hair Blows within the...

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love a sweet buffer hardest work a pleasant chore poverty giggles...

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If materialistic things were the only ones they sought, they would be satisfied with them, and discard those of little worth; and like anxious gold diggers they would trample on rocks and dig very deep: to unearth their glittering treasure and be so exultant and very proud of bragging about it with a vanity only appeased by mirth! And...

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