Softest Poems - Poems about Softest

The gift of friendship A most precious gift of all True friends are always there for you Come running when you call Whatever the time Be it day Be it night Whatever the wherewithal You may not see them for a while But when you talk upon the phone It feels like only yesterday As if no time has passed at all A...

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(1.) Beauty There, Sweeter Than Morn's Softest Calls Lad, Heaven's bounty is treasure weighted Its only entrance, gold and pearl gated Angels guarding all that paradise gifts Light, Love, Truth, Faith that so deeply uplifts. Yes lad, all there is dearest and divine Love so pure, gifted from Trinity's vine Music that heart and soul forever hears Voices singing that brings forth happy tears. Believe...

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Sonnet Doubles... ( Forty year span ) ( 1.) May I, Each New Dawn Give That Softest Morning Kiss May I, look at you with a lover's caring eyes as you on this sandy beach, match the rising waves beautiful hair, sexy body none can deny and those red luscious lips this lover so craves! May I, swim with you, in ocean...

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Her Softest Kiss, Gentle Warmth It Sent Me Am I dreaming, I was once bold and young life was a new joy, great was romance sung, morn's birthed hot memory of night before rubies, gold cast upon every shore. Her bright smile, this soul rejuvenated her sexy charms had invigorated. I fallen warrior from love's battlefield just barely alive, refusing to yield, felt red...

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It’s the softest kiss… My hand on her a** Withheld she opens Where will this night end? After all I just live up the bend...

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Beg Again Morn's Softest Release Crashing words, haunt my woeful head raining down, in splattering display. I beg for, morn's sweet silence instead but find tattered echoes this day. Flooding thoughts, soak my heart and soul purple colors racing in my veins. I fear worse, emptiness its great toll dead silence and its deeper pains. Beg, again morn's softest release whispers delivered in rhythmic hues. I...

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You Are My Sky, And I, Your Softest Blue I hold this, thy sweet image close and fast In memory seas, sailing to me at full mast Soon shall come this soul to thy heavenly rest Are my prayers for our Love in each request My life lived, only to one day be with you You are my sky, and I,...

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For My Sweet Grannie, Alice Ernest Clay, 1900 - 1997 My sweet, Grannie, tonight I embrace space seeking your dear, fresh powder presence gentle words of love’s selfless attention turned to silence way too soon ... in my heart we still share love Grannie, you were the softest light in my youth Could you but rock me secure once more this...

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Dawn's, Softest Breaking Hours Dusty, worn road where tall trees are made, further ahead, within emerald forest crown, Nature in its great wisdom creates a palisade and softer beauty that rivals earth's starry gown! Shaded woods, my soul would dare to reach, beneath a rocky mountain reaching blue skies, If only this majestic scene could forever teach that Nature's truths conquers mankind's deep...

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Follow the footsteps in the snow. Down that path: Dare you go? Sprint around the twists and turns; Find the cove that sunlight spurns. There you'll find your love alone. "Why?" Are the words she shall moan. Then Death will lift her from the ground: Dying words are the softest sound. ...

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Among all the ordinary ladies on that dance floor: you resembled the softest rose in full bloom with glowing charm... you ignored every tall, handsome guy who winked: you chose me!...

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The softest whisper crept, Along the creases of his lips, The softest words so tender, Those of love and bliss. Careful woven scripture, Not intended to impress, So delicate and slender, As a swan's feathered dress. No words crossed their way, Between his mind and mine, But that moment was such magic, A story so divine. I'm sure my heart's now taken, Down into his abyss, Where warm love...

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The softest part of a woman Is not where you may think Behind the ears in the mouth or lips of petal pink inside the knee inner thigh you still have not to find the tender place… it’s not her face or curve against the spine her finger tips bloom of hips the nipple, or the eyes beneath the breast just a test to know you...

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