"devotionally" poems - Hello Poetry

I am an incomparable queen My pristine beauty can only be seen It can never be depicted in words For me many kings draw out their swords My lips are more beautiful than rose petals And my hips are softer than jasmine bouquets One may die looking at my bubbly ******* No wonder the kings want to enter my interior crusts My eyes are lovelier than wild lilies My hair flows on my shoulders like rivers My waist makes a feast to beholders’ eyes The cupid shoots at me the wreaths of flowers But only a brave king enters the kingdom of my beauty For him I devotionally discharge my romantic duty And dedicate my body, heart and soul That should be any woman’s natural goal

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Feb 14, 2011

Feb 14, 2011 at 6:00 AM UTC

jvl-narasimha-rao

I AM AN INCOMPARABLE QUEEN

I am an incomparable queen My pristine beauty can only be seen It can never be depicted in words For me many kings draw out their swords My lips are more beautiful than rose petals And my hips are softer than jasmine bouquets One may die looking at my bubbly ******* No wonder the kings want to enter my interior crusts My eyes are lovelier than wild lilies My hair flows on my shoulders like rivers My waist makes a feast to beholders’ eyes The cupid shoots at me the wreaths of flowers But only a brave king enters the kingdom of my beauty For him I devotionally discharge my romantic duty And dedicate my body, heart and soul That should be any woman’s natural goal

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I feel you, river, help me grow, feeding with your ebb and flow, As gentle tides doth come and go, a quantum of solace I do know, Dutifully nurturing, around River creatures play and sing, Flying o'er water on golden wing, grafting and aspiring The birds are a silhouette on a sunny sea, that sparkles iridescently, I bask in it resplendently, and honour it devotionally, Toes licked by tides caress, the waters gift us, give and bless, Soothing fear and pain and stress, the ocean is nature's silken dress, I hear you, river, murmur and roar, those hallowed sounds that I adore Which one of them that I love more? I love them all, to hear them pour, I love them like a troubadour, enamoured of River's wild old tour, Transcribing her Beauty in to lore, Wisdom older than ancient war, Rivers are the friends of sages, who've known their power through the ages, Wisdom felt, not read from pages, which imprison us in wordy cages, Rivers must be loved and praised, by them we must be amazed Life on Earth they nurture, raise, so listen to what River says

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Mar 28, 2017

Mar 28, 2017 at 11:55 AM UTC

megan-sherman-1

A River Ballad

I feel you, river, help me grow, feeding with your ebb and flow, As gentle tides doth come and go, a quantum of solace I do know, Dutifully nurturing, around River creatures play and sing, Flying o'er water on golden wing, grafting and aspiring The birds are a silhouette on a sunny sea, that sparkles iridescently, I bask in it resplendently, and honour it devotionally, Toes licked by tides caress, the waters gift us, give and bless, Soothing fear and pain and stress, the ocean is nature's silken dress, I hear you, river, murmur and roar, those hallowed sounds that I adore Which one of them that I love more? I love them all, to hear them pour, I love them like a troubadour, enamoured of River's wild old tour, Transcribing her Beauty in to lore, Wisdom older than ancient war, Rivers are the friends of sages, who've known their power through the ages, Wisdom felt, not read from pages, which imprison us in wordy cages, Rivers must be loved and praised, by them we must be amazed Life on Earth they nurture, raise, so listen to what River says

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// I gave my all to your heart devotionally I had you wrapped around my finger too emotionally Guess i shouldn't of let you see that other half of me But i was really in love, you see, i'm so sorry

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Apr 21, 2015

Apr 21, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC

blqdes

unfinished.

// I gave my all to your heart devotionally I had you wrapped around my finger too emotionally Guess i shouldn't of let you see that other half of me But i was really in love, you see, i'm so sorry

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unkempt neck hair dancing in the fan breeze pleased by the sight, I push up my sleeves and seethe while sieving the encrusted cheese cloth elderly resin glands scratch like sand and the blandness of the disease seems to squeeze any meaning from the motion ocean waves graze mutant toes as wind blowing snow globes throws devotionally challenged prose writers into a delightful tizzy thin lizzy in the background sounds like barking dogs at the drown pound and unwound knitted sweaters look better when wetter than investment bankers at the swankiest of parties sour smarties in plastic hats use poorly ventilated ski masks basking rashes in priceless sashes bat eyelashes at lasses during mass and the catholic priest has ceased to crease his pleated trousers mouse traps snap shut in front of the bunk beds her trunk of junk likes crunk juice on Tuesdays and I sit, drunken, trying to debunk 9/11 –

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Oct 7, 2015

Oct 7, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC

s-lyman-temple

straight to the dump

unkempt neck hair dancing in the fan breeze pleased by the sight, I push up my sleeves and seethe while sieving the encrusted cheese cloth elderly resin glands scratch like sand and the blandness of the disease seems to squeeze any meaning from the motion ocean waves graze mutant toes as wind blowing snow globes throws devotionally challenged prose writers into a delightful tizzy thin lizzy in the background sounds like barking dogs at the drown pound and unwound knitted sweaters look better when wetter than investment bankers at the swankiest of parties sour smarties in plastic hats use poorly ventilated ski masks basking rashes in priceless sashes bat eyelashes at lasses during mass and the catholic priest has ceased to crease his pleated trousers mouse traps snap shut in front of the bunk beds her trunk of junk likes crunk juice on Tuesdays and I sit, drunken, trying to debunk 9/11 –

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O Avon, swell meandering home You caress my feet with silken kisses Round your banks I wistful roam Enamoured of thy babbling blisses Awed by beauty of the gloam It envelops me in tender thrills Inspired to transcribe it in to tome In words suffice to inspire chills Sweetest treasures consist in stream O loot of the aquatic That floats like dream upon a beam The river an element of nature's batik Imbued with blisses deep, supreme I wade akimbo to the flow The awe of Earth from you I glean You have me rapt in throe You are the path my heart pursues It's righteous, truest course Quelling fear and pain and blues From thy splendid source Whenever my sullied spirit rues My strategy is this I turn to you to soothe, amuse To get my fill of bliss Beyond horizon, thou spread to sea In unchartered motion A sea that sparkles iridescently In strange colours of the ocean I bask in your waters respendently Loving their commotion And honour them devotionally O Avon, you leave me insatiated.

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Feb 10, 2017

Feb 10, 2017 at 1:25 AM UTC

megan-sherman-1

O Avon

O Avon, swell meandering home You caress my feet with silken kisses Round your banks I wistful roam Enamoured of thy babbling blisses Awed by beauty of the gloam It envelops me in tender thrills Inspired to transcribe it in to tome In words suffice to inspire chills Sweetest treasures consist in stream O loot of the aquatic That floats like dream upon a beam The river an element of nature's batik Imbued with blisses deep, supreme I wade akimbo to the flow The awe of Earth from you I glean You have me rapt in throe You are the path my heart pursues It's righteous, truest course Quelling fear and pain and blues From thy splendid source Whenever my sullied spirit rues My strategy is this I turn to you to soothe, amuse To get my fill of bliss Beyond horizon, thou spread to sea In unchartered motion A sea that sparkles iridescently In strange colours of the ocean I bask in your waters respendently Loving their commotion And honour them devotionally O Avon, you leave me insatiated.

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*I wonder Does LOVE bud blossom -because of Sunshine -because of Moonlight -because of Star-spark Or is it the gentle breeze The first rain drops The sight of butterfly sitting on a flower Or the ocean waves sound piercing our soul I sit mesmerized In the beauty of NATURE I sit mesmerized Seeing the beauty of YOU Underneath a tree Below a waterfall Perspiring under red-hot sun I remain without Utterance of a single word The bliss That emanated after seeing you Even though it was for a single moment Has enchanted me, I know... For the next thousand years And I stayed awake for nights together To find the answer... -Of seeing your beauty -Of worshiping you devotionally All my knowledge learned All my education forbid All my mathematics, science Logic, Rational mind All the intelligent discourse The philosophy, psychology All fall flat without Giving a single convincing answer Exhausted, my eyes closed Sleep never came I let the struggle of mind go I let the struggle of thought leave me And let your hypnotism overpower me And that is the time I saw the golden LOVE bud blossom In my heart YOU and LOVE Are mysteries that nobody else Can see except me Not even my senses of knowledge Something I try to put on paper But always feel incomplete to write about My LOVE for you*

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Jul 4, 2015

Jul 4, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC

melan-of-innocent

Always Feel Incomplete

*I wonder Does LOVE bud blossom -because of Sunshine -because of Moonlight -because of Star-spark Or is it the gentle breeze The first rain drops The sight of butterfly sitting on a flower Or the ocean waves sound piercing our soul I sit mesmerized In the beauty of NATURE I sit mesmerized Seeing the beauty of YOU Underneath a tree Below a waterfall Perspiring under red-hot sun I remain without Utterance of a single word The bliss That emanated after seeing you Even though it was for a single moment Has enchanted me, I know... For the next thousand years And I stayed awake for nights together To find the answer... -Of seeing your beauty -Of worshiping you devotionally All my knowledge learned All my education forbid All my mathematics, science Logic, Rational mind All the intelligent discourse The philosophy, psychology All fall flat without Giving a single convincing answer Exhausted, my eyes closed Sleep never came I let the struggle of mind go I let the struggle of thought leave me And let your hypnotism overpower me And that is the time I saw the golden LOVE bud blossom In my heart YOU and LOVE Are mysteries that nobody else Can see except me Not even my senses of knowledge Something I try to put on paper But always feel incomplete to write about My LOVE for you*

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Farewell Leonard Cohen whose every lyric was a poem, Whose life, the wand'ring minstrel's song, The Buddhist monk's meditative gong, Courtly and earthy kneeling on stage to his lovers, our servant, In his dashing 70s, still the rage, more fervent, At the last, asking if we wanted "it darker," * Life still coursing, but starker, Of his salad days, at the Chelsea hotel, ** A place he met Janis, perhaps not yet in hell and knew her devotionally and well, Contemplative star with amorous groupies, Passionate, ephemerally loopy, His irony, sans derision or slight Helping me me through many a night. For you now, Leonard C, we "Ring the bells that still can ring," ** And silently sing, Staying in motion, Letting go of the "perfect offering" notion, *** Rememb'ring withal and despite, Those fissures in all which let in the light,** Your house is in order, a graceful good night.

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Nov 13, 2016

Nov 13, 2016 at 7:56 PM UTC

Steler1

Farewell Leonard Cohen, by S Telcher,

Farewell Leonard Cohen whose every lyric was a poem, Whose life, the wand'ring minstrel's song, The Buddhist monk's meditative gong, Courtly and earthy kneeling on stage to his lovers, our servant, In his dashing 70s, still the rage, more fervent, At the last, asking if we wanted "it darker," * Life still coursing, but starker, Of his salad days, at the Chelsea hotel, ** A place he met Janis, perhaps not yet in hell and knew her devotionally and well, Contemplative star with amorous groupies, Passionate, ephemerally loopy, His irony, sans derision or slight Helping me me through many a night. For you now, Leonard C, we "Ring the bells that still can ring," ** And silently sing, Staying in motion, Letting go of the "perfect offering" notion, *** Rememb'ring withal and despite, Those fissures in all which let in the light,** Your house is in order, a graceful good night.

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