Memory Warmth Poems

To soothe the cornered inferno
Consuming a sanctuary abandoned
Spider's silk like snow kissed ground
Walls caressed by a nurturing moss,
A mausoleum of birth
The detached ruins we carry
A...

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Where dreams sit, in the moments just before a smile – in the hesitance just before a word – in the memory who holds so...

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In the obsidian abyss, I melt, feeling the warmth that embraces me,
Awaiting the flight deep within me, a dream without any hope to measure.
Beside my...

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One cosy winter afternoon,
I sat near the window,
The warmth of the sun,
The chilly winter wind;
Nice warm blanket near me,
Socks covering my feet.
I sat near the...

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behind the logs on this crackling fire
the dulcet sound of a distant choir

wakes up the child and times in me 
like lights around a Christmas...

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A glossy warmth is forming 

On the meadow.

Shallow morning air 

Transfixed  thru every eye.
 
From the memory of the sun’s blood, 

Life is transfused.

Bird...

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Devotion Poem.  Dancing Dream

(Dedicated to my husband Jim, with love)

Like a story’s narrator, I cannot see myself 
In life nor in dreams, nor in...

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I need to feel warmth again
To feel the protection of the Divine
The memory of eternal beauty
The dark sapphire nights surrounded by star light

The laughter of...

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I lie, the warm air gently soothes me. 
An azure sky of fading blues against a midnight black. 
Mars and venus pop out like shimmering...

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Our breath falling short
I look up to the cloudless, starry sky
The tiles are lit
Glowing white
The city never sleeps
The lights glittering like stars
Our heads were held...

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POEM " SHOE BOX " by martin gedge

The soul is for safe keeping in the light that holds yourself

with the secrets that your hiding in...

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Her Softest Kiss, Gentle Warmth It Sent Me

Am I dreaming, I was once bold and young
life was a new joy, great was romance sung,
morn's birthed...

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As I sat propped in bed 
with a cup in hand enjoying 
the warmth of my coffee
When I closed my eyes my 
thoughts turned to...

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After a quick rain washing away the dust from the stone laden path
Walking down the criss cross ways of the park - we used to...

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Rain pour down so little.

Watching the fireplace burning logs.

I sip a cup of coffee in my hand.

Thinking the last day I saw your eyes.

Mesmerizing by...

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