Short Pillowed Poems
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Brown-suited Indian
My
Pillowed refuge
To the
Unforgiving eyes
And the
Mynah Bird claws
Of
Earthbound peoples
ECSTASY
to awake
and then to dwell,
pillowed on your breasts,
there to pause awhile..
draped in tenderness..
muffled in love's caress!
ECSTASY
to awake
and then to dwell,
pillowed on your breasts,
there to pause awhile..
draped in tenderness..
muffled in love's caress!
to awake
and then to dwell,
pillowed on your breasts,
there to pause awhile..
draped in tenderness..
muffled in love's caress!
wake/dwell/pillow/pause/draped/muffled
Fable of Tadpole and Lily
lily bed pillowed
wading time on the pond's breath
tucked in pole's warm pool
utopia kiss unwrap
a frog soon took his flower
connie pachecho
6/22/17
He kneels before his beloved Queen,
savoring all her fair majesty,
as she waits upon her
pillowed throne
Lost amidst his deep intentions,
he offers up her praises,
as only one who's
born to pleasing, can
Of its hot charge
Bedazzled mind's
Struck, as intensely a-quiver
With lightning's power.
If roomed; moon-glowed!
Of its full tear
A broken heart's
Soaked, with crystal vase's knock
On the head shock.
If dream-pillowed!
'Neath nocturnal bloom
the essence of self
dwindles in a pillowed horizon
twilight dies a whisper -
your voice in my ear…
the pale goddess rises
mothering angel’s tears
tending till dawn
a moon garden vigil
bearing witness to your visit
ECSTASY
to awake
and then to dwell,
pillowed on your breasts,
there to pause awhile..
draped in tenderness..
muffled in love's caress!
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Stretched across a desert
Of white pillowed night
I cloak myself in blankets
Of shrill quiet.
Each inch of bed pleads for your return
In the hint of the moon's bright light...
I savor only the memory of your touch
As my eyes search the darkness for your smile.
Your scritchy scratchy beard
Scritch scratches against my sensitive neck
You breathed your hot breath against me
Blowing it in and out
while I read the paper in bed
Your head
Pillowed against me
I crained my neck to see
You snored and snorted
While I drank coffee blissfully
Stretched across a desert
Of white pillowed night
I cloak myself in blankets
Of shrill quiet.
Each inch of bed pleads for your return.
In the hint of the moon's bright light
I savor only the memory of your touch
As my eyes search the darkness for
Your smile!
Cynthia
Stretched across a desert
Of white pillowed night
I cloak myself in blankets
Of shrill quiet.
Each inch of bed pleads for your return,
In the hint of the moon's bright light,
Where I savor only the memory of your touch
As my eyes search the darkness for your smile.
Cynthia
Let's take a stroll. Mindful
Each hilly step
But leads, ever closer
To a saint's rest.
Cloud pillowed; above
Herd's grassed request.
You, I. That world-detached.
If yet fleshed round.
In Heaven; whilst short of
Breathing our last.
There to stay. Til hunger
Catches up fast!
Beneath the putter
of December skies
twists the Magus,
who floats on dreams
concocted by
mortal lies
ensnared
in flecks
shed from
fear.
Such
wondrous
bounties
consume
vital tissue,
disbursing all
pure matter squeezed
through ecology
like fees tendering
lost gifts precious.
Topsy-Turvy Love
Love turns the world upside down
slows the axial rotation
draws out passion’s sunset
compresses the hours together
shrinks the horizon to one face
cresting pillowed mountains.
5/2/2016
submitted to – Love Turns The World Around – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Nayda Ivette Negron
If i fall there will be more
With hope and love for all for sure
I pillowed my hardest thoughts so i could
hide in my dreams
I fractured my guilt so sorrow could sing
Never be content with what is missing
Always ferment your anger, permitting
Sure for what they forgot
And try to claim in the dark what they bought
As October skies show fading places
fading traces of yesterday...
I will watch a sky yield a change of hue
turning gray from shades of blue
Let the trees turn crimson red
Let the wind bring seasons new
I'll smile upon the pillowed earth that brings instead....
A golden spread of autumn leaves to lay my head
Morning lays on the water
as if still pillowed in a dream,
then rises slowly into a gray,
overcast day.
You sit near the window
in the gentle light, adrift
on your thoughts taking you
to I know not where.
I sail mine over the rooms
horizon, lost.
Between us, whole oceans,
until love sets the compass
and we sail ourselves
back home again.
Hard raging borean bearing wind,
Lashing down on the cowering town.
Leaves and litter, sky chucked and
Chased in spirals and soars,
Catching on clutching hedges
And fences, as the gale rails, drawing
The hail that beats on a thousand doors.
Snug inside the pillowed child sighs.
Nature's roar, to him no more than
The raging theme to peace filled dreams.
Snow taps my face with frosted fingers.
One flake lands on the end of my nose.
Poised, just for a moment, like a tiny ballerina,
it softens into a drop that drips onto my scarf.
The sky is pillowed and gray.
I tip my head back to watch a million feathered flecks
cascade from heaven—
the breath of angels
who hover close,
keeping watch over my wintery world.
With You.
Lay the whole of your heart
inside
the fibres of my gentle care.
Through the keyhole in my
mind
I will see as you sleep there.
Resting tonight I will be by
your side
And send you warm dreams.
Take care as you turn, you
may find
A curl of my hair lying near.
Pillowed alongside to remind
you, - a promise,
I shall be with you tonight.
Soft pillowed mouth
invites a fall below
hazel brown eyes that seduce
virgin dawn to a zenith crescendo
and the release of primordial seeds.
Sultry afternoons' oppressive heat
moves to a twilight mauve
with disquieting regularity.
Too soon, as the canopy of blackness
enfolds an amorphous tomorrow
under this celestial vault,
an anguished groan erupts
from the soft pillowed mouth.
Ummmm, black and blue;
Delicious!
Blueberry cheesecake on a platter
Of chocolate syrup.
Nip of pillowed cream cheese
and tart blueberry
a semi-sweet wave of
chocolate river flowing through your palate;
how they glide across tongue and over
teeth-stones…
Miraculous ecstasy!
To succumb to such a powerful beast
Is like the victim sailor to the siren’s song.
Some sins are worth it all.
Dawn's new light
bursts forth from pillowed dreams
in bubbling chatter of birds and bees
breezing by morning glories in praise of first sky.
As paling stars fall silent in sleep beyond a darkened moon,
I admire the miraculous birth of new day perfected by God's hands.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 12/17/14
for Nette Onclaud's Enchantment Through a Prism Contest,
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