Short First Blush Poems
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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
file for reversal
separation of dew
from meadow
nor the progress
of eventide
awaken the sunrise
at first blush
stalk the night hours
and pen kisses
the source of spring
and thaw
nestled, on a bed of roses
dyed-in-the-wool,
my three pointed star
a rain that replenishes the soul
and desire
He loves me, he loves me not
Repeated over and over
Petals plucked and tossed to the wind
A little game played by a hopeful heart
Laughing at herself all the while
In the first blush of romance
Hoping for any small sign
From the garden a daisy picked
After a magical evening spent
Sun shining brightly
A breath is drawn, as morning dawns
the flute, to lips, does rise
mellow notes echo ‘round
as sunlight streaks the skies
Night shadows fade, dim canyon walls
glow purple, red and pink
dulcet tones cascading
for thirsty souls to drink
Daybreaks first blush, a dewy kiss
arouse a sleepy world
harmony meets horizon
the sunrise has unfurled
Fill yourself with energy
Get ready to fight
Don't put yourself in jeopardy
Run from the night
Listen for the moment
You have the power
Find your opponent
Wait for the hour
You can do this
You have the tools
Close your eyes
Show those fools
Seal it with a kiss
Feel the rush
You can't get enough
Don't fall at first blush
Stay tough
It will pull you in
You don't need a knight
You can win
Run from the night
*Written on April 12, 2012*
hungry lips kissing
petrichor of fur soft hand
touches the rain
in me the earth melts
the azure sky looks up to
face vermilion red
and green blades of grass
smells lovers' moonbeams filtered
through a glass window
willow shoot slender
I see her in a kiosk
cheeks red a first blush
makes a pigeon fly
from dark alley of the shop
to lodge on my heart
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Theme: Limerence
Poet: RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
18/07/2016
The world still sleeps at dawn's first blush
when trilling birds tickle my ear.
I welcome the dirge of a thrush
as sunlight's tepid breath draws near.
When trilling birds tickle my ear
and morning skies are pastel pink,
I dip my feathered quill in ink.
I welcome the dirge of a thrush
helping his mate to build a nest.
It's the time of day I like best.
As sunlight's tepid breath draws near,
I've written a verse of Haiku
of rose petals dripping with dew.
A lovely dawning
paints a rose tinted sky.
it will rain later,
the sky will disrobe
and fall as summer tears;
a rain softly sorrowful
yet drenched in a gentle joy.
So young and fair
are the fresh skirts
of this new washed air;
a breeze lifts our eyes
to the hem of heaven.
When the rain comes,
when the gray air trembles,
for it most certainly will,
our sprits will know
both delight and drear,
as we recall,
the lovely artistry,
the fine first blush
of this rosy dawn.