Trailed Poems - Poems about Trailed

...My dear Isabel, The days have become shorter, the chill bites the air and as I'm walking back through the apple trees, I think of that time the curve of your hip leaned against the cinnamon bark a......

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... On the weary wings of winter the northern winds depart, their harsh whisper in the frozen air the frost-fastened mulberry trees hear, “wait, you’ll listen the sweet music soon, don......

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... Within the fragile frame of my fervent heart, tinged with the tinsels of the amorous night, my love gleamed with an enticing shimmer, reflected by the sequins of your subtle grace. ......

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... Within the fragile frame of my fervent heart, tinged with the tinsels of the amorous night, my love gleamed with an enticing glow, reflected in the sequins of your subtle grace. In my psy......

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...Stella Williams was eight years old, living with her widowed mother- Happily, though a bit lonely, like powder blue skies, sans sunset color. The Williams lived in a rural area, with no c......

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...Lirena was a songbird born of yore Who dearly loved her husband everyday; She sings her songs of contentment no more. An adversary’s troops ransacked the shore, A ruthless marauding they did di......

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...Dawn in the cathedral, Hearts at Zion's Gate, They converge to inquire, To seek the light. Darkness has trailed them, The strange lurks around, Nightfall harbingers the eerie, They are unsee......

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...Samuel Woodruff was a very old man, who once drummed for the army; That marched to his rhythmic music, along with all fifers, playing hearty. That was a lifetime ago, in dawn days so pink......

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... Her pregnancy was like an open book quite readable with just a cursory look. She wore a gown that trailed in white and grinned a guiltless smile as bright. And why not, white was only a tradi......

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...I’m thankful for life, It hasn’t been a journey without strife, Navigating the unknown has been an experience, One that has both torn and mended me. I’m thankful for the Divine light, I......

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...Thought streams formed and built up the dream; I was both subject and the theme. I believe things aren’t as they seem; I nearly burst out in a scream. I drifted into a deep stream, Forming the......

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...Two hallowed heads strived for a legal edge, Heard the case—but the horse still trailed the cart, Took time to ponder— head over the heart, Spirit of law bowed still to letters' rage. Sympa......

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...The Midnight Visitor. (A lone voice whispers) I stood over her luscious form Bathed by the cool glare of the Crying moon as The Ancient Mother pretended to sleep but watched as she slept ......

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...I watched your face as you read the words I had written. Your face, delighted at the start, broke forth into a wide, revealing smile That did not end at your lips. You looked at me with recognitio......

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...Lucy Locket lived amidst Lakeland Hills, where jay serenaded morning; Like plum rainbows celebrate sunshine, with never any silent warning. Lucy was merely twenty years old, like a peach ......

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