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Nectar of purity
Synthetic romance
And drunk love
Magnificent equipment
Delicate kiss
Delicate tongue
Wild and flawless
Hurt and broken
Blossomed star
With an ancient glow
poem by Dustin Orin Talley
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Song be Delicate
Let your song be delicate.
The skies declare
No war — the eyes of lovers
Wake everywhere.
Let your voice be delicate.
How faint a thing
Is Love, little Love crying
Under the Spring.
Let your song be delicate.
The flowers can hear:
Too well they know the tremble,
Of the hollow year.
Let your voice be delicate.
The bees are home:
All their day's love is sunken
Safe in the comb.
Let your song be delicate.
Sing no loud hymn:
Death is abroad . . . Oh, the black season!
The deep — the dim!
poem by John Shaw Neilson
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Romance Bore Seduction
Hand blessed hand, caressed.
A blushing rose, her face;
Her breast alive;
The elfin nose, a diamond set -
A kiss upon perfection
Bore a rise of pulse
To coach a sultry moan
Across a mellow breath of wine.
He knew; he sensed,
And easing loose a clasp of lace,
Another sign of her relenting:
Wild the play of eyes,
A fuller glide of skin;
He felt the now begin -
Her swell, intention in the sigh.
And so to hedge his move upon the cue -
The cry of deep anticipation,
Waxing all he saw -
Tho' not for us to view -
Arrived, emotion raw.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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My Delicate Flower
I love you
I love you so much
You're the reason for me being so happy
You're the reason I feel so blessed
My love
You're my delicate flower
Just let me love you
Just let me take care of you
You and I can count the stars
Or we can frolic in the grass hills
My love
My delicate flower
Let's enjoy our time together
Rolling down the hill in each others arms
Like birds of a feather
I'm not sure how things the way they are can get any better
Let's lay down beside each other in the flower garden
Just let things settle in where they are
Happiness won't be much too far
I love you
I love you so much
My delicate flower
poem by Justin Gildow
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Flawless
Your beauty is flawless,
Denying me is merciless,
Leaving me lifeless,
Never a trace of happiness
Your neck is so flawless,
Can i make you wear the necklace?
My love for you is timeless,
Please never leave me in loneliness
Our building so flawless,
Building love so strongest,
Knowing your man is the mightest,
Defending being fearless
I thought you were tasteless,
Your saliva is so flawless,
Can never kiss you less,
Its you i love the most,
Prepared to face the rest,
And of course the cost,
And of course because,
Behold you are flawless
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Glow Stars
Kiss me, kiss me, under a glow-star sky;
If theyre stuck on the ceiling I dont mind.
Its a brittle world but its soft inside
Ill make the milky way for you, only you
For you, only you.
And I will always ride far into the night with you,
And I will take my chances, far into the night with you.
Only you, with you, only you
Love me, love me, under a glow-star sky,
Its a galaxy when we get high
And sleep to the junkies lullabies,
I close my eyes for you, only you
You, only you.
And I will always ride far into the night with you,
And I will take my chances, far into the night with you.
I touch your face, Im flying over fields,
I touch this moment - its mine.
Im an angel, Im a parasite,
Im a vessel - I shine.
Kiss me, kiss me, under a glow-star sky,
Well be pushing up soil someday, sometime,
So hold me now, hold me tight,
Ill make the milky way for you, only you,
For you, only you.
And I will always ride far into the night with you,
And I will take my chances, far into the night with you.
And I will always ride, kiss me kiss me, far into the night with you,
And I will take my chances, kiss me kiss me, far into the night with you.
With you.
song performed by by Heather Nova
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Flowers Of My Heart
Enter my flowers
love becomes an open
door
into my hearts way
color my love red
the passion of this
blossom
brings fire to my
life
pink and delicate
this rose belongs to
my heart
she overwhelms me
in the purity of
this lovely rose bud
white
I always find delight
I melt in the nectar
of this beautiful
flower
dainty and yellow.
I love.!
the essence of my
coral rose
a blend of many
colors
so endearing
a late bloomer
yet so lovely
adding to my bouquet
once again I come
to the flowers of my
heart
lost in their beauty.
poem by Heather Burns
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The Empty Quatrain
A flawless cup: how delicate and fine
The flowing curve of every jewelled line!
Look, turn it up or down, 't is perfect still,--
But holds no drop of life's heart-warming wine.
poem by Henry Van Dyke
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Delicate Flower
Love is a delicate flower
that needs to be treaded
with warmth and care;
nurturing with a loving heart
knowing t will always be there.
Never let love wither
in case it may die,
but keep it warm
because its beauty
is beyond compare.
Love is a delicate flower
that needs nurturing everyday.
16 February 2011
poem by David Harris
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It’s hurt to kiss you
It’s too hurt to kiss you
Fall in love with you
It’s not true
In this moon I croon
Horrible pains are full
It’s too hurt I can’t to kiss you
I love you, too
But you didn’t to do
It’s too hurt to kiss your heart
So I felt love is in the earth
Everyday to days
I painted you in the paints
Love is on the airs
It’s to hurt to kiss your lips
It’s to hurt I can to feels
To kiss the lips, I can’t believes
The hearts must be clean
To believe love between you and me
poem by Aidin Azarkerdar
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A Mood
A blight, a gloom, I know not what, has crept upon my gladness--
Some vague, remote ancestral touch of sorrow, or of madness;
A fear that is not fear, a pain that has not pain's insistence;
A sense of longing, or of loss, in some foregone exsistence;
A subtle hurt that never pen has writ nor tongue has spoken--
Such hurt perchance as Nature feels wen a blossomed bough is broken.
poem by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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An Indian Love Song
He
Lift up the veils that darken the delicate moon
of thy glory and grace,
Withhold not, O love, from the night
of my longing the joy of thy luminous face,
Give me a spear of the scented keora
guarding thy pinioned curls,
Or a silken thread from the fringes
that trouble the dream of thy glimmering pearls;
Faint grows my soul with thy tresses' perfume
and the song of thy anklets' caprice,
Revive me, I pray, with the magical nectar
that dwells in the flower of thy kiss.
She
How shall I yield to the voice of thy pleading,
how shall I grant thy prayer,
Or give thee a rose-red silken tassel,
a scented leaf from my hair?
Or fling in the flame of thy heart's desire the veils that cover my face,
Profane the law of my father's creed for a foe
of my father's race?
Thy kinsmen have broken our sacred altars and slaughtered our sacred kine,
The feud of old faiths and the blood of old battles sever thy people and mine.
He
What are the sins of my race, Beloved,
what are my people to thee?
And what are thy shrines, and kine and kindred,
what are thy gods to me?
Love recks not of feuds and bitter follies,
of stranger, comrade or kin,
Alike in his ear sound the temple bells
and the cry of the muezzin.
For Love shall cancel the ancient wrong
and conquer the ancient rage,
Redeem with his tears the memoried sorrow
that sullied a bygone age.
poem by Sarojini Naidu
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Proud
Leaning against
A love-filled landscape
Delicate as a flower
My feelings escape
Resting, I fall into place
Against the mountainside.
I allow myself to breathe
Purity pulls
Pushes away the wilds
Proud
That I was good enough
Without trying too hard to be.
poem by Kamini Arichandran
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Innocence of a Rose
Love is delicate,
As like the petals of a rose
Love is innocent,
like the purity of a rose
Love is delightful,
like the smell of a rose
Love hurts,
like the thorns of a rose.
Love begins,
like a seed.
and like a rose,
If you water it;
It grows.
poem by Candice Renae Williams
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Humming, buzzing, bumble bee
to which new pottered flow'r you see?
Delicate hibicus scented spread.
Upon these wings I polished my red.
You steal my nectar - now away you flee.
quote by by Godfrey Morris
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Catching Your Flying Kiss
what i catch today is a
flying kiss
like a white butterfly
departing from your
rose lips
now hovering to mine
i am tasting its feet
i am lipping its proboscis
i am embraced by its wings
so fragile
so pure is your love
so frail in the purity of its intentions
so sweet as nectar
so sweet is your kiss
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Two Songs of Advent
I
On the desert, between pale mountains, out cries --
Far whispers creeping through an ancient shell.
II
Coyote, on delicate mocking feet,
Hovers down the canyon, among the mountains,
His voice running wild in the wind's valleys.
Listen! Listen! for I enter now your thought.
poem by Yvor Winters
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Addison (Addy)
The face of a doll
flawless
dainty, so delicate
eyes of deepest blue
hair black as jet
curling on a tiny
head.
Sweetly smiling
lighting up the
night skies.
An angel sent from
God
a precious flower
adding to my hearts
bouquet.
poem by Heather Burns
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A Vampires Kiss
A Vampires Kiss, so sweet and wordless,
A Vampires Kiss, should last forever,
A Vampires Kiss, together with your own,
A Vampires Kiss, so lovely and delicate,
A Vampires Kiss, that has last for centuries,
A Vampires Kiss, so cold but warm,
A Vampires Kiss, has lasted forever in my heart.
poem by Sarah Bishop
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A Delicate Flower
once you tear a flower up,
they can never come back.
leave the precious flower alone,
let it bloom into a beautiful art.
there are so many different flower,
red one, blue one, pink ones.
there are even multicolors,
look around your garden.
notice that you're not alone,
the whole world is around you.
dont pretend to be something you're not,
because you only have one chance.
a delicate flower needs love,
in order to live with the world.
most of all, you need someone,
so help a delicate flower.
you'll never regret it,
they need to be cared for.
just like you,
you're not alone.
poem by Heather Cropper
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A Mother Is...
a mother is loving,
she stays up all night with
your sicknesses coughing and howling
patting you back, comforting
a mother is loving
a mother is caring
she holds you when your
heart feels like breaking
crying with you when you are aching
a mother is caring
a mother is interested
she asks about your days
and what boys did what and the flirting
“25 cents in the jar please? ! ”
a mother is interested
a mother wants what’s best
curfew broken, I’m so sorry you can’t
late for church family prayers, scripture study
have to get A’s be home before time
a mother knows what’s best
a mother is delicate
“Please don’t do that, come back
you know better choose the right
I love you! ”
a mother is delicate
a mother is you
we’ll get through this together
think of the memories only memories
I am here for you be happy he would want that
a mother is YOU!
poem by S.M. Riggin
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