Sportive Poems - Poems about Sportive

...Bacchus confronts us in a shady place, A tangled grove, and he, astride a cask. Gross limbs and belly, small besotted face, And lips pursed to the uptilted flask. A buxom dryad, white against his......

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...Independence gave me everything- Green forest, crystal rivers, silent Mountain, refreshment nature Independence gave me enthrallment Touch of the flying birds, sportive Cattle, dreamy moonlit ......

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...I have a pet, a smart little dachshund Whenever I go out, he follows me always Watching him wag his tail is fun Mischievous he is, his antics amaze Raven black is his shining skin, ......

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...If a beauty speaks in poetic word Then my language is look like The west sky rainbow If a beauty floats in poetic stream Then my note book is look like The horizon of Emerald Ocean If a bea......

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...Auto-da-fé at Plaza Major Sixteen-Eighty was brutal on saints and their hissing cats. A turgid June, thickened as it was by an immature sanguinary wine that failed to quench the civil mob. ......

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...Lofty lush green trees bearing bright berries Enthrall energy balls monkeys that traverse through the air to reveal ripened fruits matter to thrushes, which then flutter and sing songs to sh......

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...I am too small than this universe But the thinking is biggest than anything I am not the poem or poetic utterance I am not the art or the artistic canvas I am too small I’m walking on the lane......

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...The stages of life is seven, Enjoy much as being in heaven; Take things sportive, And be a great motive! Life in the womb of darkness, Is the first success of sparkness; Every dark night.. T......

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...Now is the summer of our troppo paradise Made sullen winter by this pretty virus; And all the sun that shone upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with fun......

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...Sixteen-Eighty was brutal on saints and their hissing cats. A turgid June, thickened as it was by an immature sanguinary wine failed to quench the civil mob. Above the birthday cake façade,the p......

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...In the sportive abode of emotion- The heaven- an alluring fairytale garden, by hearing this word happiest pleasure comes in the belief of every breath! The hell- a terrible fictional place,......

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...My gentle sphere, fitted more, still.... I spared Spattered words of heart, yet! Not purloin Bit by bit are words of him, slowly cared His circumspect steps I look, always in cocoon Be like a ......

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...I am not stunning silent as mountain stone Not standing I am as the latent source of salty tears "You’re going away"- knowing this in this adieu moment I’m reminiscing in the grove of sportive mi......

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...Opened door and window My dissected chest on the top floor of the building I philandered with moonlit just once The Dim light was over there for a while Vague all around the sleeping town I la......

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...After a short run The road takes a diversion : A curvilinear path. Throwing a long lush green shadow, The woods devoid of sorrows Invites the heavy down power. I peep into my heart Behold ......

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