Soft Poems - Poems about Soft

From your tender voice into my ears flow sensual whispers that enthrall. Wrapping silk threads around my being, spellbound... I am beginning to fall. Soft words caressing hidden feelings, my heart races, my breathing is deep. Swept away by the waves of real joy, grasping emotions I want to keep. Embracing my heart with warm...

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I'm a soft-lover dude, something I have never tried to hide. I have always respected your mind. thoughts, and soul way before I ever wanted your body on my side. You are so smart, so in funny and so incredibly sentimental. Even with years apart and miles divide, nothing could replace you, there is no...

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When I first saw you, my heartbeat became lower All of my stress started to leave my body as your eyes met mine Your look and smile were a fresh breath of air from a blower Your hair was the color of Raven which made you look fine As you walked each aisle, I noticed your steps were wide...

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Wind chimes synchronize to nature’s morning chorus— Summer symphony...

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Attorney Sara, There are nights when the hush of the world is so deep I can hear the stars murmur to one another, and I think of you. You are all I have—not in some desperate cry, but in a sacred truth. You are grace when I stumble, beauty when I close my eyes, and light...

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Please give it a read This makes the brain grow and thoughts arise They said, people stop thinking When people stop reading They said, rich people has big library While poor people has big TV They said, people reading book is dumbfounded While people using gadget is getting dumber They said, books are hard copy While gadgets are soft copy Well, I see them...

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Nebula, with a frown and a glare, Said, "Sibling squabbles? I simply don't care!" When Gamora tripped, though, She just yelled, "Watch below!" Then pretended she hadn't been there. ©bfa031925 ...

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"Easter is on the way. Cute and soft bunnies are what little kids are dreaming about." Quote By Poet My best friend is my honey bunny, oh how we love to eat a pot of honey. On a bright day that is sunny, we will laugh until we have a full tummy. You are so fun and cute, even when...

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And so she walks ‘cross mossy greens Until her soles rubbed raw She never slows or turns her cheek ‘Way from the rising dawn As leaves do change and fall below She hardly feels the chill For when it’s time for snow to blow She’s passed the hardest hills Her fabric’s torn on passing thorns The Earth’s gone soft again And when the...

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When my heart's bell tolls, it signals for Father time with my soul. I excite while driving to align with sights God made divine. Under a tropic sun glow, I walk to where faithful waves roll. Sitting in morn-soft sand, I give God thanks for His beach design. As waves tease, then leave, I pray God stays my ocean...

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A tear slides down my skin, cold as silence, soft as a whisper, And when it reaches my lips, it curls at the edges, a silent irony of sadness, Was it pain or relief, suffering or peace, a paradox flowing from my eyes, Wearing a mask that even I cannot decipher, an enigmatic story in disguise, The world sees...

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LYRIC Nestled in the roaming woods of a paperback novel a tiny quaint house sits in a grove of lavender flowers The moonlight spills beams of radiant showers as I climb to the surface upon loves tower I wait in silence as moment pass by reciting and rehearsing a song for you and I Forever and endless You lie...

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I was sitting on the dock of the bay listening to a song when Otis Redding happened to come walking along. He said, "You watching the ships roll in?" I said, "Yeah, and then watching ‘em roll away again." He said, "That stuff's really dug by some. I think it’s all pretty much ho-hum." ...

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the sweet scented breeze fills the air with soft fragrance barely a whisper ...

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Soft clouds, like swans gliding on the lake, Like my grandma spinning threads so fine to make. Though you drift back and forth across the sky, Don’t tease us like a mouse with a cat nearby. You swim like a school of fish passing by, Rushing together, soaring up high. Yet with the sun’s burning rays on our backs, You barely shield...

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