Short Rove Poems

love rove
hove move
lore door...

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rose robin reaches
royal rippling rush rivers 
returning rove rain

March 12th 2024
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do sweet daffodils
in the Ukraine still blossom
to spite destruction


Image: Ukraine: Valley of Daffodils
via rove.me...

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How does it feel to love
A gentle one, a dove
It feels like hands inside glove
To find one its rough
And you have to rove
On horseback, hove
I love u boo...

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Panic   At   Nothing  Drove   Every  Man Of  Normal   Instinct   Unduly   Mad. 

~28 Jul 2016~...

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Panic   
At   
Nothing  
Drove   
Every  
Man 
Of  
Normal   
Instinct   
Unduly   
Mad. 

~28 Jul 2016~...

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yeah, right
there where the flower blossoms
and flags
where mustangs rove the prairie
and two nebulas lose their
virginity in a cheap motel
room where you are an
unsaddled bellhop
flogging a dead
idea....

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Vagabond drifters
meander on zephyr winds
   never questioning 'ere they rove

Kindred gypsy souls, 
undaunted by life's harried challenges
   xenophobia and judgement free
    ignoring yesterday's philosophies...

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False love ,and hast thou played me this 
In the summer among the flowers? 
I will repay this back again 
in winter among the showers. 
Unless again again ,my love 
unless you turn again; 
as with others maidens rove, 
i'll smile on other men....

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False love 
False love,and thou played me this 
In the summer among the flower?
I will repay thee back again 
In winter among the showers.
Unless again, again, my love.
Unless you turn again: 
As you with other maidens rove,
I'll smile on other men.

sir walter scott ,...

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Water wives live sheltered lives
Amongst the coves where pirates rove

Daily catch is makers match
Where red hot stoves hide fresh baked loaves

Water men are thick and thin
So often strove where shipmates hove

Water child is often wild
The treasure trove where pirates roved

19Mar14...

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Fare thee ill my lovely
Fair though thou art and lively
Far from home dost thou now live
For my love not a toss dost thou give
Fired with desire  abroad to rove
First thought in thy  heart a rich treasure trove
Thirst for a passion fitting like a glove
Fond art thou so of mean lucre love
...

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My saviour


With the coming of the wind
I loosen my eyes 
For them to take a feast
And with wings to my thoughts
They began to soar and rove
I begin to shudder 
When i think of ebony
Squatter in distress
squatter without hope
All tears and tear
Seeing sighing alas whimpering 
As her saviour walks past...

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I have engraved you on my soul
Intact and sole
To make me whole

Happiness is when I steal your glance
When I win your dance
When I see you by chance

You never know that I am in love
To be in your cove
In this life of rove

And
I see you in me
Forever and beyond..

-PUVI-
(8/1/2016)...

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Frenetic ponderings of a poet!
Some savor the quick and easy,
Sayings and lovely straight lines.

Mine rove serpentine, a wild ride
Through deep dark caves, rich
With pirate’s buried plunder.

This poet’s mind strays to days
Past, present, future - not always
Mine. Follow the treasure map.

Kim Rodrigues © 2017...

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This is where I am.
Who I am.
Not a little less
and more? Nevermore.

How is it that
 it has
come to this?
Unfathomable congruities
don't turn to
excruciating frenzies!

How is that I rove my eyes
and I don't move 
anymore?
It's evanescent... it will be no more
But 
until then
Lets just sit back 
and sip our casualities_______...

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To see a Lotus visit a near lake,
Or to watch Jasmine wait till cold midnight.
Stand nearby a tree in some gay spring-light;
If you like to know how orchid look like.

You are not given a Rose to count thorn.
Nor for dark night, the lake or the spring-morn.
If you are looking for cloud look above
Or rove the wide world for the clearest lough....

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Inspired by you the count has started
The day you respond is the one I by hearted
Your very touch leaves me tingling in anticipation
Your burning eyes rove my senses to a commotion
Your lips burn petals into my thundering heart
Your volatile touch renders me slightly apart
My parched throat craves all of you
Your insatiable desire is now due . . ....

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I send you flowers by the drove 
and all my fantasies 
My heart beat in a steady rove  
and all my love;
You opted to postpone me love ,   
your sweet affection 
was denied, and so I cried; 
While all the flowers in my grove
dried up and died,  
I gathered up my words 
and all my fantasies 
and took them  home. 



May 19, 2018 

not for contest...

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Men grunting 
Mothers sighing 
All wailing 
for the willing soul
With a lamenting pitch 
As he renders 
a resounding call 
With a rising Crescendo 
Prising into every heart
Wriggling while thrusting away
 from this wanton emptiness 
Seeking relief amidst his mortal folks
Hailing his willingness to abide 
As they rove around 
Daring fate to his face....

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Should I allow my mind to rove
I may be taken aback somehow
remembering forbidden love
induced by guilt I so feel now

reflecting back on cotton threads    
tossing neath the weight of skin
sweat pouring from the brow
absorbed in heaven we in sin

remembering the night of you
cherished no strings that bind
we belonged to us alone 
a secluded world left behind...

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My eyes search under the table

And rove behind the chair

They flick over the cot

And into the cupboard peer.

 

They climb up the stairs

Leading to attic dark

Are you there some where?

In the corner crouching, they ask

 

Do not stay away from my sight

For too long O little one

For your absence frightens me

And my peace of mind is undone...

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About a castle crowned with gleaming towers,
Young grass and budding trees announce the Maytime;
Above the mountain streams or blooming flowers,
The thrushes and the larks sing all the daytime.

There through the woods rove pairs of lad and maiden,
Each damsels' hair with flowers overladen:
One plays a harp beside a crystal grotto;
To live each day 'neath beauty's locks their motto....

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Love is something we cannot do without...
     to rove and never give or take, no doubt
creates within, a dark and empty cove...
      in sharing love, the joys of life get wove.

Hate, in contrast, must not reside within.
     To sate is poisonous and rife with sin...
a virtue that will bring us a sad fate
     when meeting God outside that pearly gate.


Sandra M. Haight...

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Come away with me tonight
Honey, with your spirit light and bright
And your arms brave and broad for the flight 
Of love to the lofty nest of love
Like doves pecking on a lone cove
Wing to wing we rove
Hand in hand like newly- wed termites we stray
To find a palace where only we shall hold sway
You my queen and I your queen on love-bed we lay


Me and you tonight at the coast of doves....

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