Short Rapturously Poems

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Holy

The sky is on fire tonight, clouds  feather rapturously around the horizon
It seems even the longest arms cannot reach heaven
I'd rather lie here with what I know to be holy
In this place I am crimson
The blood under my skin is singing a song that only we know


Premium Member Ravished

RAVISHED

Ravished with joy, delight,
refreshes my being.
Releases my tensions,
relaxes my senses,
resulting in pure bliss.
Rapturously feeling
radiant and glowing. 


4/14/21   Pleiades R Poetry
               Kim Merryman

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Form: Verse

Echoes On the Mist

Listen intently to echoes 
   wafting off the mist of
   exalted mountains whispering, 
as designed poetry 'neath ether
   rapturously incites secrets 
      of versed journeys' resolve
 while quintessence reawakens
  'tween passages of stardust
     and eclipsed lunar moons,
knowledge of a lofty universe 
   lavishing abundant resources,
      whorling sumptuous seascapes
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Premium Member Words

Far more words than 
open ears --
a world of chatter;

words everywhere -- 
difficult to avoid such
precipitous splatter…

poets use them, vociferously!

Politicians use them, surreptitiously!
Ministers use them rapturously

Words live
when they are infused
with passion; strengthened
by conviction -- 

my cat says it all
with a well aimed look

twitch of her tail

occasional meow

and luxurious purr

A Return Journey By An Auto Rickshaw

An auto rickshaw, a carriage
Like a tortoise
Returns
Along my obsolete graveled
Road.

The auto rickshaw rolls on:
My bucolic 
Rocks
Mirth of a birth,
Rapturously.

The auto rickshaw passes by a
Nuptial hall :a
Bride
Stands in the splendor
Borrowed.

The auto rickshaw pauses before a
Rural maze :
My
Career  knocks get
Mocked.

The auto rickshaw, the three
Wheeled, creeps through the 
Nostalgia
Scenting textbooks 
New.

The auto rickshaw halts now
On a lap, 
For 
The road is lost in 
Fog.


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