Supine Poems - Poems about Supine

Awestruck in its grandeur, acquiescing to mystic of refulgence up high, Exalted I feel, lauding designs iridescent, upon sapphire blue sky; As I listen to birdsongs, reverberating missives of sensuous eventide, Reminiscing in titillation of love, wishing you were here, by my side. Rippling currents strum, rhythms of river rushing, burbling nearby, When flocks of birds glide above, swooping and...

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Supine, Looking at the Sky ...

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Supine, looking at the sky I’m on a hill, where daisies with the breeze are dancing. I see birds and wish to fly - to soar with them with joy and great ease. Supine, with my heart in flight, I’m flirting with the clouds surrounding me. My spirit’s wings reach a lofty height. Now higher than the birds, I soar free. Supine, dreamily...

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Melancholy thoughts surround me, as I gaze into the galaxy. Tonight the moon casts deepest shadows over me. The universe encompasses so much of your energy, As I gaze into the galaxy, melancholy thoughts surround me. We were always together you and me, I the clown, you so wise. The twinkling stars remind me of your bright eyes. I...

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I never thought I'd turn into a flower, supine, looking at the sky, sometimes vibrant, but so fragile - with an innocent vulnerable rainbow heart. My eyes gaze at timeless horizons, resembling fragrant pages of my poetry. My verses are like a bouquet of emotions, an abundance of fresh pastels, which sometimes bleed dark and deep. I'm well versed in the beauty and ugliness...

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In the stillness of a new moon night, I lie supine, gazing at the celestial light, Millions of stars, galaxies, and planets afar, I ponder the mysteries of life, both near and far. I wonder what becomes of souls when they depart, Folklore whispers they ascend to the stars in the chart, Do they...

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Three times it happened, all connected, Transcending time and space, Ignited by the key ingredients - A tree and sky above my face. Looking up through skeletal winter branches, The leaves had dropped off of each bone, The third time I was with a cherished friend, The others, I was alone. Rock 'n roll poets played the stinging soundtrack, Very clear, yet very low. The...

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silvered spires stand tall over alabaster floor silence whispers awe...

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Her unassailed Highness sleeps belly upturned in fretful repose Garnished green, by a faerie ring bare and barren laid out for a spell Majestic head in verdant bed Impromptu eyeful a cameo gaze black and white, by degree Covert, supine pussyfoot queen...

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