Short Oftly Poems

P hantom caresses and tiny little bites
A ll down his spine. Kissing him
S oftly beckoning his arousal tonight. 
S ubmitting myself to this rendezvous.
I gniting desires, we now form 69;
O bedient to our pleasures until subdued.
N aturally passion keeps us entwined....

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Purpose of love,  to hold and to cherish 
Love is the only emotion that lasts 
Even onto death 
A heart never leaves you,  it only changes places  
Softly the soul engraves the memory , into 
Eternity it goes;

Don't go......

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M	eandering through a maze of feelings
Y	ou wash,cleansing as you sweep them afar


T 	raveling through the ducts you come cascading
E	ach crystalline drop glistening and warm
A	llowing release to ragged nerves and emotions	
R	eleasing pain or irrepressible joy and 
S	oftly and silently you flood your gates and appease

~*~
By Annalise
For: H.G. Harvey "A Tear Personification", Contest....

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R-ain and chill are gone
O-n March twenty-seven; 
S-hadows have disappeared, 
A-s the morning sun has risen.
R-ampaging storm has turned
I-nto a very good weather; 
O-ne new dawn has broken after the twilight is over.

G-leams above have prevailed
O-ver the deepest darkness; 
N-o more mist in the air, 
Z-ero haze, without mess.
A-nother day is shining, 
L-ight in the sky is bright; 
E-arly wind blows gently, 
S-oftly leaving the night....

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Wind talks softly to me and the bees,
Hearing your words through the breeze.
I hear you in the pretty wind chimes,
Singing as you whisper many times.
Peace you bring in,
Each song you sing with a grin.
Rain or wind in the trees,                                                                        
Softly you sing me to sleep with great ease.

 

Date Written: 7/13/2021

Note: Acrostic Rhyme...

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R-ain has stopped falling
O-n a chilling, cold dark night; 
S-tars start to twinkle
A-t the wide space of moonlight.
N-ight shadows slowly die, 
N-ew morn is now breaking; 
A-nother special day dawns, beginning to come shining.

M-ake this moment memorable, 
U-sing my song so adamant; 
N-o more rain but beacon this time, 
D-ay nineteen of the ninth month.
A-lone as I write this rhyme, the rainbow suddenly appears; 
S-oftly the wind touches your face, drying away your tears....

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