Short Blush Poems
Short Blush Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Blush by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Blush by length and keyword.
touched with blush of rose
her unopened bud brushed cheeks -
a buck's eyes linger
7/25/2017
whistling cowboy
mothers pink cheeks
apology
forthcoming now
Written 8-31-2019
Contest: Charlie Quadku
Sponsor: Charlie Messina
a rose softly blooms
petals blush with sweet whispers
hearts in union beat
beneath the moon’s tender glow
love’s promise lingers ever
our heart
murmurs
listen
to it
soul speaks
softly
gentle
each touch
heighten
focus
that love
agape
sparkles
within
Life is a dream, rest in playful jest,
befriend silence, give soul some room,
to be by God’s grace blest, lest
mind-womb becomes our tomb.
pink tipped
yellow roses
in full bloom--
the blush of first love
becomes you
5/8/15
Entered in PD's 100 in a Row #2 contest
He blessed me with a silent blush
and threw the stars my way.
As darkness fled through the mist,
He became the light of day.
Her laughter is music
Smile contagious
Beautiful blush
Please don't hide
Carnal desires
Adventurous spirt
Experimental mind
Show me everything
TRAGEDY WITH BLUSH
christmas killed himself
after the girls went gaga
blitz of emotion
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Senryu Form
hush the blush
gentle touch
hum love songs
quiet roar
void listens
be mindful
know by touch
deep wisdom
love and light
05-April-2023
Tricube
slow down thought
gentle touch
the void throbs
inhale bliss
exhale joy
our heart feels
love and light
we are that
our soul knows
06-February-2023
Tricube
slow, slower and slower yet still we be
a butterfly floating in the air carefree
the ripples that arise
we behold in surprise
embracing and releasing on a bended knee
To state the truth stark,
heart’s insentient to love,
so my soul lives in the dark.
No matter my love,
relinquishing thought flow crutch,
feel God’s grace within by touch.
shy crimson blossoms tickled by morning's cool breath ~ puff their rosy cheeks
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Monoku 4: Colours" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Sponsor.
A Humorous limerick takes the stage,
reading a limerick at any age.
Your fun words made me blush,
now I have a huge crush.
Take a bow for your words and go backstage.
Listen to poem:
At dawn sky glows fiery red;
at dusk embers re-ignite.
Red in morning is a warning;
red at sunset a curtain call.
Does the sky blush to reveal
what we have done to our Planet?
Limericks Don’t Blush
A limerick is meant to be bawdy
not cater to those a bit haughty
ruffling feathers
exposing pleasures
cuz limericks are out and out naughty
John G. Lawless
©6/13/2017
Watch fancy feel
A touch that heals
Here in this place
A certain grace
Joy mellows well
That vivid tell
In a swift rush
That vital blush
Leon Enriquez
02 March 2018
Singapore
First Blush
hot blush warms stunned petals
torrid sweetness of dews kiss
cooled in daybreaks orange heat
patient lips - too soon denied
John G. Lawless
The Passion of Jue Ju
7/25/2014
a divine sight once beheld
was by memory recalled
by our ego thus seeking
the influx of grace was stalled
why wallow in the shallows
when the ocean calls to soul
be still oh worthy hermit
that God’s touch may make us whole
Damn it, it's here again, hoping it would miss us
Dream on little fellow this is Canada, why the fuss
Same damn thing year after year
Snow accumulates up to our rears
Aside from that, Canada's charm makes me blush
Watch out for the lady in the blush pink rose hat I was warned.
But had no idea why, for the lady was lovely and sweet.
It is a truly authentic hat, so giant bumblebees swarmed.
I was flat out running for my life now; there was a lot of heat!
Blush check
you can see it on my face
embarrassed, red-necked,
displaced;
take it back and trim
the love you erased,
my open disgrace in,
the kiss you placed.
No adjectives, Jack Webster's workshop,
just blushing fact.
6/22/21
Butterflies of every hue
Each and every flower too
All the birds flying by
Every diamond in the sky
When the weary sun doth sigh
With amber blush it paints the sky
To set the stage for luna's rise
All are beautiful to the eyes
meditating with a purpose
in as seeking an outcome
signals we are in delusion
best we pause the cause
and simply sit in silence
allowing the universe
to be the transmitter
while we simply receive
the offerings as may be
as is wont of a receptor