Traipse Poems - Poems about Traipse

...I sit, this morn, on the bed of A dried-up rivulet, Head-bent and full of compunction. It’s clam-quiet except for the impatient Squawks above which prompt my heartbeat. I raise my head, heavy wi......

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...Through an opal window I saw a cloud, changing colors from blue to orange to red, like a burning fire. I was swept off my feet, floating on a bridge between this world and the next. My body no......

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... Sultry ~ the days of sizzling summer heat when wildflowers bloom in meadows and fields. The warm embrace of sunlight never yields and on the horizon— sea and sky meet. I traipse across a......

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...Men in tailored suits and satin waistcoats, gold watches peeking out of their pockets, walked arm in arm with women in wide skirts ~ hooped, crinolined, elegantly sculpted. Their tigh......

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... When I am old and the hour of death is close at hand I shall count the falling grains of sand and traipse in dance a book of dreams to lie along the winding stream I shall confes......

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...I hate it when a girl rolls her eyes, because that means she's on to my lies. And then it's harder to get her to let me under her sweater, and then on to the ultimate prize....

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...When I compare my love to frozen vines, repressed beneath the frost’s relentless grip, while sweetness looms, I nary taste the wines of love that lingers taunting me to sip. My aching skin, aki......

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... Sun-drawn epiphanies A picture-books of you and I Yesterday and all our dreams A prayer of love A gentle sigh And now today We wander on Through fields of violet And emeral......

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... When I Am Old Here stood a tree I remember it well...upon the top of look-out hill it swayed and danced of dreams untold and traced the sky of love behold a place where youthful days b......

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...I traipse my fingers delicately across spiralled letters of each written word and dated times The clumsily transitioned Thoughts are transferred on to pages full of Passion and expressive rhyme. ......

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...I am sitting in this cabin, ’twas built so long ago up here in the wild mountains, has a big bay window, a vast and sprawling forestscape greets my wandering eyes, then comes that familiar urge......

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...Frolic - frolic along with me And be as a spritely fawn Running carelessly through the reeds As best we can imagine. Let's traipse across the rivulet Where a log fell in the right pla......

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...Apples are awesome things available all around. Balloons make us bubbly and bounce from here to there. Cats are cute and cuddly and really hard to catch. Doggies like to do things, like dance arou......

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...Oh you know the type— the orchid woman a cosmopolitan who cosmo sips between snips of gist her charisma a starship —collides with your star-full eyes supernova for Casanova her pouty lips kn......

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... What A Beautiful Human Being you are Like a precious gem you shine for all to wonder It is a pleasure to be in your presence, to be bathed in your magnificent glow You are a gift to al......

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