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When days to wilds became
Bright song of spring so real,
We gifted selves shameless,
Blooms laden in sunny fields.

Kisses grew whisperings airy,
Whizzing round us like bees,
O when we loved true dearly,
Gusts blew breathy thru trees.

Our touch devoting like rings,
Golden in grasses rung green
And eyes glazed over singing,
Wet and sleepy as ***** dream.

O how inmost times passed,
Winsome wee flowers in grass.
Kate MacDonald Sep 2015
today i took a walk in the clouds

it was a blissful abyss

lingering

oops, don't fall

it is always sunny above the clouds

want to share this moment?

then take that jump and don't feel the fall.
Tyler Casey Jun 2015
Summer air
           Brisk cool on your face
                  I kiss your cheek
forehead centers your chi
                                      Dew on our feet
                     I look at you
                           While you look at a tree
You are my galaxy
               A blissful feeling
You ask "our we at peace"?
in the middle of a two week long acid binge I fell in love...
Poetria Jun 2015
She had waves of hair           
cascading down her back
And waves of thought
running through her brain
Waves of sweet melody     
dripping from her tongue
The waves were strong         
and couldn't be tamed
The aqueous flame                 
in her heart was the same
                      Her waves were of                             a fiery essence
And left them in need          
of her shallow and deep

For when they, the people, were in her presence
She was the only source of life they could see

Human beings are constantly in need of water
And she was water of the best purity

So how could they deny themselves
A taste of the natural salty sea?

A sea that was blissful, wild and free.
Snigdha Banerjee Apr 2015
The blaze of sunshine touches my face
As I woke up with thoughts I can't erase
And then outside the window,
The view I start to gaze
Trying to solve the mystery in all utter amaze
I don't know what I feel
The birth that blessed us on that day
Meant far beyond what words could say
What once was two now is three
Our long awaited family  is all that i can see
Finally the silence speaks
Reality that slowly creeps
Exiting things one can't ignore
Surrendering to what's in store
Tears through laughter
Smiles through fear
No more wonder
At last she's here !
Daughter's are Precious !
Once a Father shared his lovely experience about how he felt when he had a girl child ...............................................................................................
I thought of expressing his wonderful unforgettable experience in form of this poem.
Courtney Lyn Feb 2015
I try to put my thoughts of you, this, us, whatever this is or isn't and how it makes me feel..I try to put all of it into words. I don't even care if they're beautiful or not at this point, I just want them to be in word from so I can clear the mental space.
But I'm starting to realize that the reason it won't happen, the reason I have no free mental space is because you have driven me to the point of a depressing, thrilling, painful, madness.
And I'm addicted to the slivers of blissful hope found buried within the shards of confusing misery you leave behind in my bed.
Phoenix Rising Dec 2014
My heart is slipping up my throat and my eyes are half open
my stomach is ecstatically quivering
I'm high off a smile and my toes are tipped
Blissed-out
Rhapsodic moments
Sublimely rising
Singing
Blissfully blending
Piano notes
Exquisite, sweet
Rapturously surging
Precise and pure
Tumultuous as the rain
Overflowing
Rippling, rolling
Thunderous drums
Effulgent, ecstatic
Crashing crescendos
Rising and falling
Passionate sounds
Exultant, blissful
Harmonious melodies
Serene and sensuous
Tender as a kiss.
Broken teacups,

Melted candles,

Wild daisies.

Since you left I see traces of you everywhere,
Surreptitious I love you's.

I finally stumbled upon you in isle three of a restoration store yesterday.

Bali Bliss.

Funny, I had always pictured you more as a turbulent grey or sinful crimson, but it is just like you to hide in shades of blissful blues.
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