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#sweetness poems

172 poems containing #sweetness

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Your KissI keep licking my lips / trying to re-taste you / remember you.

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Ever BeautifulThis, this garden I made you, the garden of flowers, / I hope you might find strength through them. / On the right, the bees work to find it's honey,

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TasteI've tasted life / I've tasted death / I've tasted hate beyond all control

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sweetness of lovemay *your* love illumine / like the sun / the darkness that lurks

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Shucking PeasShucking peas on the back steps / Maureen and I watch her Mum, / My Aunt Grace,

@bob-sterrywt20

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Tasting SweetnessI tasted sweetness / My mind wandered / you had the key

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Day 2Morning: / The day is looking great, / So start your day with a smile away from hate.

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Gloom Gleams to the Shining Stellar SunbeamsI may have loved you too much, / but; / A part of me still loves you to this day

@ValentineVampires70

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The Real feelingsFeelings are funny things / I used think feelings were the sweet feelings you felt when you were very young / When you were little

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Chew My GumI Chew...Chew...Chew / Keep Focus On My Gum / I Chew...Chew...Chew

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She is Mississippi SunshineThere was sunshine coming off of her / Blues and cream dripping from her lips down the crease of her smile / Pooling in the corners of those cheeks

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PuppyI am a puddle for you to play in, / because you'll never spill my tears. / Your big eyes stare back at mine,

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Vesper: A Dream of Boxed JelliesWicked nether-land. Nether world, white, askance. Capitulating mangroves, verdant trees spliced with hyperbole, onomatopoeia, and manilla envelopes; her world is stuffed with secrets, she listens to gorillas cracking mussels a kilometer away, near a rill. Never she thought. Nothing that could provide....providence. Mangled heliographs sprayed all over the everywhereworld. / "Don't be S.A.F.E.," she whispered. A bouquet of gorse, cistus, and pimpernels squished in her small fingers. She climbed her way through the pedimented stairway, then collapsing on the porch. Legs spent, and spread out upon the desiccate grayed four by four planks of the portico. / And as time elapses, the shuttering shake of the hemlock, which writhes through her skinny nimble dactyls, upwards straining the heart as its toxic bends appendages- crisp cerise lumens bend on the Titanium White walls, where only shadows bend time. The hour, still nine. Every adornment, furnished with red and its hues. Not purple, periwinkle, or any masked enhancement.

@martin-narrod30

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Sweet PotatoYou are true to your roots and delicious to boot, / You’re a sweet potato. / No fear to shed skin, to reveal what’s within,

@casey-hamilton68

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Losing youLosing you / is a bitter taste / on my lips.

@_perihalpuisi9

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SweetnessThere's this girl / Who Climbed her way out of my heart; / Only to appear at my side.

@rijul-chauhan21

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Nectar*Would nectar be as sweet, if bees did not adore it? / From miles away it’s intoxicating smell, alluring them / Waiting to be sucked, as the flower can’t bear the load

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Golden Ram Angel eyesPoet ancient dear / Stay with me ink lover / I take the heart not just a hat"

@mr-and-mrs-andrews24

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crimson rosei believe breathing in an air of love / would be the same as gasping in the / beckoning sweetness of a crimson rose on a

@thunderstorm-74

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O𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔞𝔪𝔟 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔚𝔬𝔩𝔣 / 𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔒, / 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔣𝔱𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔥𝔦𝔪.

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Sweetness to allI see a speck of sugar, / One sparkling crystal / Holding the sky, stars and the earth

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Always to the Lipsalways to the lips / please always back to the lips / the centre point of all the sweetness

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EmptinessLife ain't so funny when you ain't got / that honey feeling deep inside / You had it once when you were very

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Flor de NopalI dream of permutations and of potted cacti sitting on crystal shelves. / I listen for melancholy silence and I pray that hope and peace of mind tiptoe gently around splintered frustrations. / I want to see the hot sun beat down on prickly green skin until it feels whole again and flowers bloom from its head.

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Old men will see visionsI hear the piano playing softly / pulling me from these rutted plains / into a moist green meadow

@glenn-currier15

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