Soft Poems - Poems about Soft

Some keep a blanket or an item of sentiment Which holds deeper purpose than what was meant. On the surface you are a soft brown dog With a gentle face and floppy ears. But you are much more to her than a soft toy. You were a friend in her earlier years. To her you were living, listening and real As she...

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Limerence pools, at the lip of skin. Bleeding like I love ; slow, hard, full of regret....

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Pain holds its insistence pressed against me I dream of a misty selfless new morn soft as maternal skin easing me free with a true smile to greet a sweet day born!...

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I longed for it, the release I wouldn't mind if it rained all day At least one of us gets to empty ourselves I can never stop overflowing I need to step outside and pour out the pain I'll scream with the sky, and pray the water cleanses me I'll stretch out my arms, and pound my bare feet into...

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When you call me in your dreams, I will come Find my way through the valleys in your mind To reach you breathless, before I succumb With every kiss you offer to remind Where softest sighs will echo through the night Filter through our lover's wish of misty dreams So our souls can find passion free in flight And soar on dreamers'...

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Alright have to admit that whole drole Bazball or Baz Bat cool cat vibe…rabbit out of hat tribe.. is taking its toll..sunk in a hole..losing it’s goal and soul..not being a vitriol troll..maybe need to mull over a cull of this rigmarole.. Can’t pretend..is the end of this spangly jangly new fangled trend…nothing off the shelf…just...

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When the night is soft and shadows sigh, I gather pieces of who I've been, Underneath a silver-breathing sky— The broken heart, the fractured skin. I’ve worn the weight of wordless ache, A cloak of silence stitched by stars, Still I rise, though pathways break, Barefoot tracing memory’s scars. The moon bends low with lantern light, A silent guide for those who roam, It whispers...

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morning light through window a song heard in my dream lingers living beyond time birds outside my window sing I hear the voice of angels a conversation with a friend I showed her a poem she read between the lines silence said more the words a beginning perhaps silence said more than words she read between the lines I showed her a poem a conversation with a friend I...

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Pitter patter rain soft sweet chirrups fill the sky a lone bird flies high...

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Roots in unseen air, Dreams rise where no soil is bare— Freedom lights the heart, Growth chooses its own true way, Dreams weave threads in silent play. ...

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Cherries stain her fingers bright, Deep and dark as midnight wine. She pops them slow between her lips, Her smile lazy, soft, divine. The window's cracked to summer air, The city sighing, fast asleep. She smokes and laughs, her lashes low, Her secrets folded warm and deep. The cigarette burns slow and thin, Forgotten in her careless hand; I lean to kiss the cherry taste And...

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Clouds drift white and soft New ones form, then fade Feathery edges sweep across Silver light glints Grey shadows drift...

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Tea Time ...

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