Short Stroked Poems

Crimson pools reflect
Blood stroked anaemic ideas
Shy canvas blushes...

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As her fingers stroked his keys. . .

 
The music sang from his heart....

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Ocean thrusted at my feet 
The wind stroked my hair with gust
Fire sky; earth shake....

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Lovingly, my cat came to me.

Lovingly, I stroked her.
 
Annoyed, my cat bit me,
 
I bled....

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Life's canvas holds many tints
softly stroked by all passion
ranging from deep to high.
We are the masters....

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There was a foreign-looking chap
Who held a pussy on his lap
He stroked her fur
And heard her purr
But she had to draw him a map...

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Uri had a little spoon
He stroked it with intent
And everywhere that Uri went
The spoons were proper bent

© Gail Foster 23rd March 2019...

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summer's lavish brush
canvas stroked in billowed swirls…
    daydreams framed in blue 

           -16 Jun 2014-
             David Mohn...

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It answered to my thirst from the top

When I watered a coconut palm root

My hands stroked his head's top

He kicked me in force with his foot!...

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The cat's warm body spread across her hips
the tips of her fingers stroked so soft fur
purr
How long could she stay like this before she had to rush?...

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I stroked his little ego 'til his head literally exploded.

Inspired by the Seeker's Little Blue Pill

for Silent's funny one liner contest 
10/9/16...

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She no longer speaks to me 
Since I went and stroked her knee
Being carried away
During afternoon tea
When she went and stole my heart
With beef and two veg
And treacle tart...

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Padraig was a talented man

stroked the harp in sack-cloth kaftan

blew tin whistles sweetly

sang harmony completely

now immortalised on a Guinness can


24th February 2021...

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Her lips kissed my breast
I did not contest
My hand stroked her hair
So soft and so fair.

I cradled her in
It felt like a sin
And she was the first
That stopped my long thirst....

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Your sad eyes made their piercing plea
in a forlorn moment of humble reverie
I stroked your matted fur so willingly
and cradled you as you licked my face gratefully.



Written on 4/17/2017...

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somehow they forgot
to include one procedure
they asked if I could help them
move you to a bed
I gladly helped lift you up
and stroked your hair one last time...

***Edited version of a previous post...

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He stroked my hair
I yielded my heart
Into Him

His eyes opened doors
Inside me
I thought were closed

My longing is filled
With His divine love
I am set free

©? Brenda V northeast   6th January  2012...

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Mike's bike had broken down on the street
grassy ground supplied him slipping greet
songs and bonnie girl
smile stroked cutie pearl
crippling waist ran with torn cloths to creek


-July 31, 2018 Chattogram...

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A first internet date with a stranger, 
Proved to be a flirtation with danger, 
Said the girl to her shrink, 
As her hand stroked her mink, 
‘I guess I wasn't born in a manger!' 

Brian Johnston
August 24, 2014...

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   I beckoned over the local scoundrel
     did he charm me or did I charm him?
   locked eye to eye, he seemed hungry
     entranced, unaware of traffic
      lured to the safety of my arms
   I stroked his rough ginger fur and he fled

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  he stroked my cheek 
       and wound my hair 
in his fingers
  kissing my throat  
       I sighed
closing my eyes
   as his lips brushed mine 
we stayed together 
         all the night long
and still and still
      we have not stirred
...

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Saša Milivojev - THE RAT



We met at the staircase

It looked at me

I looked at it

It was thinking

I was thinking

It smiled

I smiled

Then I took it in my hands

And stroked it

 

 

Saša Milivojev

www.sasamilivojev.com...

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her love was bound to his sleeves
his his heart was hardened
by
times leaves
delicate strokes
she began to brush
slowly this hard stone
was crushed
gently she stroked again
heart woes begin to mend
like nothing i have ever felt
of
her love
?...

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Citron yellow-
                  prussian blue
brings day and night 
                 into view.
Two sides of a coin
      - a shadowless wheat field
      - a brush-stroked sky
Eye-impressions do not lie

WHEATFIELDS with Cypresses /STARRY night- Van Gogh...

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is part of the DNA
of East Cleveland, Ohio
ash and soil
on the boil
of my childhood
The climb before 
the dive.
When soft hands,
stroked milky cheeks.
Fresh snow sparkle
in sunlight. 
Tears flow
like fresh streams.
Until I tightened
and the string broke....

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