the-master-quibbler - Hello Poetry

He grasps stardust in his Hands Sand they turn truly lovely In one hand The edges glint golden rusty and Brown they turn The color of lovely shriveled late Autumn leaves They sink soundly to the ground Smell of raw; Earthy taste moist like rich bread and wine So red his lips have not The look of innocence Stripped naked like bark chiseled wood How I would love them forever My vain endeavour Still he lays partially Amongst the blotchy patch of shade as The Tree Lovingly sways To the sound of his Coos Darling he sleeps as the Sheep watch over him My little Sheppard boy Dreamingly sound May rippling waters of your subconscious mind settle to shore Tides emerge in deepest Blue Violently crash into the Crimson colored rocky edge of the Stone face cliff Now faced with thick Cumulonimbus clouds that Cloud the dawn's last fiery Light Streaks of lightening Silhouette whip upon his Face and like thunder the Lions Roar not in pain But in vigorous anger as The ringmaster bows at the Choking applaud of the Painted audience The wind unweaves grassy tangles in your hair Tormenting suitors Tease; You messily please Imperfectly perfect that you are able to Appeal as effortlessly Dressed in natures blend Like a jar of Roasted nuts Of assorted trail mix Still You lay there Decorated in earth's blankets of roots Grass Twigs leaves Oh How it hurts to leave I'd sit here loving you Instead Twist peering down upon Deepest desires Swept in eternal sleep Longingly I join your slumber Drift into dream where I May wake up finding you Beside me Where sleep steals me upon Your shoulder Warmth of arms lightly Grasped Dawn red as a match in the Distance slowly Smothered Surrendering to nights cold Silence But the stars Whispers of compliments to The moon Each night loved you kindly Each star a kiss upon your Cheek May the stars love you Sweeter than they have Loved me But darling I've loved you Forever

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Jul 18, 2014

Jul 18, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC

The Gentle | The Honest

He grasps stardust in his Hands Sand they turn truly lovely In one hand The edges glint golden rusty and Brown they turn The color of lovely shriveled late Autumn leaves They sink soundly to the ground Smell of raw; Earthy taste moist like rich bread and wine So red his lips have not The look of innocence Stripped naked like bark chiseled wood How I would love them forever My vain endeavour Still he lays partially Amongst the blotchy patch of shade as The Tree Lovingly sways To the sound of his Coos Darling he sleeps as the Sheep watch over him My little Sheppard boy Dreamingly sound May rippling waters of your subconscious mind settle to shore Tides emerge in deepest Blue Violently crash into the Crimson colored rocky edge of the Stone face cliff Now faced with thick Cumulonimbus clouds that Cloud the dawn's last fiery Light Streaks of lightening Silhouette whip upon his Face and like thunder the Lions Roar not in pain But in vigorous anger as The ringmaster bows at the Choking applaud of the Painted audience The wind unweaves grassy tangles in your hair Tormenting suitors Tease; You messily please Imperfectly perfect that you are able to Appeal as effortlessly Dressed in natures blend Like a jar of Roasted nuts Of assorted trail mix Still You lay there Decorated in earth's blankets of roots Grass Twigs leaves Oh How it hurts to leave I'd sit here loving you Instead Twist peering down upon Deepest desires Swept in eternal sleep Longingly I join your slumber Drift into dream where I May wake up finding you Beside me Where sleep steals me upon Your shoulder Warmth of arms lightly Grasped Dawn red as a match in the Distance slowly Smothered Surrendering to nights cold Silence But the stars Whispers of compliments to The moon Each night loved you kindly Each star a kiss upon your Cheek May the stars love you Sweeter than they have Loved me But darling I've loved you Forever

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Dear darling dare I love you so? Most rethorically Shall I keep you near To me You are my favorite place To be How lovely the stars become in your company

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Jul 17, 2014

Jul 17, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC

Dear Darling {Comparing the Stars}

Dear darling dare I love you so? Most rethorically Shall I keep you near To me You are my favorite place To be How lovely the stars become in your company

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