Short Moistens Poems
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empathy
moistens eyes
whilst compassion
wingless flies
wisdom bereft
heart can only feel
whist divine entwined
our touch can heal
The tree stands stately
A thousand rings betray age
The birds sing like sages
Gnarled trunk suffers all weathers
Light dew moistens bird feathers
Fervent flow of amour in bubbling blood
washing two hearts on passionate flood.
Absolute no age bar
for His or Her .
Not to discuss, nor to arise questions :
Two souls unite as emotion moistens.
The boy goes to the pool, full to the brim,
only moistens head, though wishes to swim.
But being too fearful
can't get into the pool.
What to do ? New swimmer ! Encourage him.
Encapsulated in the eyes
of those whom mount the witching hours.
Luring my spirit depths abyssmal
i succumb to their enchanting malevolence.
Eternity moistens the hungered lips
that kiss my death forevermore.
Condemned to cast my days to slumber
til night becomes my canvas.
Form:
When a warm breeze rustles the leaves
You can thank the sunny weather
When a clouded sky passes by
A soft rain moistens the heather
When a bird sings on feathered wings
And the grass sheds the morning dew
When I think how far away you are
All my thoughts rush back to you
Now, while the fragrance of youth
still moistens the passion of life,
and ripples from a midnight kiss
still surround us,
let us gather into the scarf of love
every perfect fruit from this fertile meadow~
against the time when reminiscences
become but a swirl in the curve of the river.
Sowing Seeds For Success
Miracle Man
November 15, 2023
Perspiration moistens the ground,
that will produce our life’s crop.
But the ground must be ready,
to receive seeds that we drop.
Hard work without patience,
is being one ingredient shy.
Being as good as some other,
means we’re just getting by.
"Canvas of Demure Dusk"
Amber canopy descends
Twilight fades to dusk
Celestial heavens dream
In posh perfumed musk
Violet veil weaves
Mysterious essence glows
Moistens golden leaves.
*For Nette Onclaud's Wonder of Dusk Seguidilla Contest.
*Written by: Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S.
*Sept. 26, 2012.
The prairie says grace,
Before receiving the rain.
In a time of drought.
·
The parched land laments,
Requesting in desperate pleas:
For the clouds to cry.
·
Then a drop of hope,
Moistens dry, cracked, lips of dirt:
Quenching thirstiness.
·
The land in prayer,
Resembling God’s praying hands:
Praising the heavens.
Last nights' rain swiftly drained away
Fog is today's remnant
Thick as pea soup and silver shrouded
Oceans now a descendant
The roosters sing in sweet delight
The Doves coo resounding
The fog comes softly closer still
Crickets sing rejoicing
Dampness saturates roof and porch
Moistens the cushions there
All is wet even the cat's fur
And my ole' rocking chair
Contest entry
The Blush of Clover
Your earthy scent urges me
Upward in rapture beneath my sea
Quivering passion explode from desire
Kindling our fires into an eternal flame
Our skin moistens as we press
Pounding hearts flutter with each caress
Utopian winds begin to rustle passions tree
Embracing his flower, like a honey bee
The storm has passed, all is still
Into your arms I sink at will
Carole Cookie Arnold
Contest entry Romance
David Williams