Stroked Poems - Poems about Stroked

...Last winter I refilled my blackened quill with a dose of your sensual sonnets, allowing your soothing voice to be the maestro~ reawakening a cathartic infatuation, whilst drunk on sy......Read the rest...

... Manifestations of your Gauzy Fantasies Unravelling Bonds of Tangled, Mangled Destinies Sun of Man Set His Right Eye on Me Tenaciously Searing, Calculating To Entrap Me, A Prisoner to His Needs ......Read the rest...

... Line of inquiry: Yes, I affirm, I have seen God But He appeared and then disappeared This knowing that transcends mind, left me awed But until what’s imbibed is assimilated, by fears I’m seared......Read the rest...

...In a foreign lush green sprawling land A patchwork carpet stitched together In shades of tawny browns yellows and green Rugged rock forest and wind-swept moor Is a awe-inspiring spectacle to be s......Read the rest...

..."I'm going to wake up and bury my heart if you're not in it, I could never forget, so I pretend it never happened, I'll live in delusions." _ by poet. My lingering trepidation blooms with t......Read the rest...

... Is not ‘Mother’ the sweetest word in the dictionary? She's one’s closest friend, companion, and guide. How can I restrict her within the frame of a poem, when my entire world circled......Read the rest...

...The master artist stroked with his brush of beneficence The canvas relented. There, hence, blossomed magnificence. Each stroke gave birth to a rainbow of multi-hued images. Each dot gleamed, as th......Read the rest...

...My eyes couldn’t help But wander And smile at every passing inch Aimlessly following the walls And your voice Throughout the house you lay your head at night It was cozy Decorated d......Read the rest...

... Long ago, there came to the garden in which I’d been planted a stranger who admired me in the spring of my life. Tall was he; dark and gorgeous too. He kept visiting my garden spot while singlin......Read the rest...

...Growing out of childish pranks, With the storm and stress of turbulent teens, I locked within my mind’s cupboard, A portrait vaguely sketched, but never finished. Rough it was, though......Read the rest...

... * Content Warning: this poem touches on physical/emotional abuse* ~ “dabble, dabble roiling to rabble toes in the water bow lips babble” smirk......Read the rest...

...Frenetically I rest in her guest room. I think of her quiet hospital room. I’ve laid my head on this pillow before. I toss, turn, and pray, in this cozy room. The lamp that’s lit sees the qui......Read the rest...

...She sits alone Shunned by those that rhyme With sublime Ridiculed by the raucous And bellicose For of all the words It is said She is the only one That doesn’t rhyme With anything. She ha......Read the rest...

...I remember when love spoken plainly conveyed all manner of hidden agendas hands instead of tap dancing keys unlocked a body of work stroked skin melting into sultry deep pink summer sati......Read the rest...

... I once wrote a poem without metaphors, only words to console a lonely soul lost in melancholic moods in thoughts of those gone to soon without a note or goodbye. Pondering how to probe in ......Read the rest...