"sundrop" poems - Hello Poetry

Come rhyme with me In a bit of Harmony But suppose We juxtapose: Lemon drop Bitter Tear drop Bawl Sundrop Flitter Raindrop Fall Duck Duck Goose A little heaven on earth Before all hell breaks Loose ~

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May 28, 2021

May 28, 2021 at 8:07 AM UTC

Carlo-C-Gomez

Suppose We Juxtapose

Come rhyme with me In a bit of Harmony But suppose We juxtapose: Lemon drop Bitter Tear drop Bawl Sundrop Flitter Raindrop Fall Duck Duck Goose A little heaven on earth Before all hell breaks Loose ~

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You asked me why I love you And here’s a couple of reasons why: You hold me like you can feel the World, twirling on its axis And if you let go we will both start spinning in an unending dance And as we drift and glide among the stars we will slip and slid in the affections of the heart. So instead you hold me And I hold you, as if I never want to let you go, because while the stars are breathtaking, they lack the warmth of home. And while the dance is dizzying it’s hard to breathe without you. Your eyes. I could go on for days about your eyes. They entice me in their depths. The way the sunlight hits them in a wave of golden sparkles and then, you smile and I feel like i have a sunset for blood and a stardust heart. The way they light up as you behold the world. The way your pupils dialate when they behold me. As if I am a star bright enough to burn away the world until it is just a breath, and a blur of color between our heart beats. Your voice. The way it rises and falls with the crisendo of your emotions. The way your breathing breaks up the beat of a steady sentence. The way it caresses my name like the breeze caresses a lilac blossom on a spring morn. The way it lulls me into a dreamy trance from which I have no desire to escape. Your heart. The way it’s song shifts, and tempo picks up, just a bit as I run my fingers over the smooth surface of your skin. The comforting rhythm beneath my ear as we match breathing before falling into dreams grasp. The way your heart strings tug and tangle when you fall in front of someone in need. How it pangs for those who have more misfortune then you. The way it’s song floats around me like wishes on the wind and tangled with my own until my own beat seems infinitely more beautiful and alien at the same time. I have this irrational fear That you will leave me To chase after a brighter star. And I don’t know how to react But I do know, that if you did.. I would let you. And every night I would look up at the moon and we would agree that you and the sun are alike. Both so pretty and both just out of reach. And I would find solace amoung the moonbeams as I watch you spin dazzlingly amoung the sun as you dance between the stars.

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Sep 27, 2018

Sep 27, 2018 at 6:37 PM UTC

iska

SunDrop

You asked me why I love you And here’s a couple of reasons why: You hold me like you can feel the World, twirling on its axis And if you let go we will both start spinning in an unending dance And as we drift and glide among the stars we will slip and slid in the affections of the heart. So instead you hold me And I hold you, as if I never want to let you go, because while the stars are breathtaking, they lack the warmth of home. And while the dance is dizzying it’s hard to breathe without you. Your eyes. I could go on for days about your eyes. They entice me in their depths. The way the sunlight hits them in a wave of golden sparkles and then, you smile and I feel like i have a sunset for blood and a stardust heart. The way they light up as you behold the world. The way your pupils dialate when they behold me. As if I am a star bright enough to burn away the world until it is just a breath, and a blur of color between our heart beats. Your voice. The way it rises and falls with the crisendo of your emotions. The way your breathing breaks up the beat of a steady sentence. The way it caresses my name like the breeze caresses a lilac blossom on a spring morn. The way it lulls me into a dreamy trance from which I have no desire to escape. Your heart. The way it’s song shifts, and tempo picks up, just a bit as I run my fingers over the smooth surface of your skin. The comforting rhythm beneath my ear as we match breathing before falling into dreams grasp. The way your heart strings tug and tangle when you fall in front of someone in need. How it pangs for those who have more misfortune then you. The way it’s song floats around me like wishes on the wind and tangled with my own until my own beat seems infinitely more beautiful and alien at the same time. I have this irrational fear That you will leave me To chase after a brighter star. And I don’t know how to react But I do know, that if you did.. I would let you. And every night I would look up at the moon and we would agree that you and the sun are alike. Both so pretty and both just out of reach. And I would find solace amoung the moonbeams as I watch you spin dazzlingly amoung the sun as you dance between the stars.

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I, the one, to the beauty of such exposed, That held the lamps and shades, and windows and woes. From under cracks and above doorways, I see What's left of a thought, an old distant memory. Grown in the field, a love tucked away Ending not far, a sundrop shall sway. There, rocky cliffs and birds flying high beauty enough for flowers, and beauty enough for I. We and the forest, and the forest and we again shall know the lines to be. And be, my love, in the storm we shall dance and shiver, together, in our Mother in nature's hands.

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Dec 3, 2013

Dec 3, 2013 at 4:13 AM UTC

paul-meadows

Beauty Enough For Flowers

I, the one, to the beauty of such exposed, That held the lamps and shades, and windows and woes. From under cracks and above doorways, I see What's left of a thought, an old distant memory. Grown in the field, a love tucked away Ending not far, a sundrop shall sway. There, rocky cliffs and birds flying high beauty enough for flowers, and beauty enough for I. We and the forest, and the forest and we again shall know the lines to be. And be, my love, in the storm we shall dance and shiver, together, in our Mother in nature's hands.

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Fingertips dance through fog, Particles alight in treetops, Waves ripple upon his face, Cities below, nature engulfs us, On the mountain top, winds blow: I turn not from society, yet find essence far from man, He is all that I have been, and will be, I reach out to touch a single sundrop, and feel, Duality in an instant, yet still I am me.

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Dec 3, 2011

Dec 3, 2011 at 3:46 PM UTC

scott-schroeder

Sundrops

Fingertips dance through fog, Particles alight in treetops, Waves ripple upon his face, Cities below, nature engulfs us, On the mountain top, winds blow: I turn not from society, yet find essence far from man, He is all that I have been, and will be, I reach out to touch a single sundrop, and feel, Duality in an instant, yet still I am me.

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Solemn at sundrop, upon the heavy Terrain I mused, My sour heart was bittering; a heady Moon I perused. Peer & whisper Sorrow to you, Moon, Sigh for sigh gave I, as vespers weary into dimmet Soon. Tears upon grass That wail, Aye! sparkl'd by Dim lit ray: but Steeped in my way, I mused on the abject fools Which so do pass O'er bleakness. Alas! One with I claim I! As she clearly befell, Nightfall raised her well!*

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Mar 2, 2017

Mar 2, 2017 at 12:49 AM UTC

jamie-l-cantore

Skywatcher

Solemn at sundrop, upon the heavy Terrain I mused, My sour heart was bittering; a heady Moon I perused. Peer & whisper Sorrow to you, Moon, Sigh for sigh gave I, as vespers weary into dimmet Soon. Tears upon grass That wail, Aye! sparkl'd by Dim lit ray: but Steeped in my way, I mused on the abject fools Which so do pass O'er bleakness. Alas! One with I claim I! As she clearly befell, Nightfall raised her well!*

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on the aged blinds, all dusty filled corners of spiderwebs, the dusky remembrances sat a reign of yesterday's fog filled eyes the bluish hue random splotches which glasses none have a cure for I recall her her in glory like it was yesterday lithe sweet as a sundrop cool as a new wind soft as the mellow song whispering cute as a cub new as the day was then

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Aug 30, 2016

Aug 30, 2016 at 2:45 AM UTC

wordvango

new as the day was then

on the aged blinds, all dusty filled corners of spiderwebs, the dusky remembrances sat a reign of yesterday's fog filled eyes the bluish hue random splotches which glasses none have a cure for I recall her her in glory like it was yesterday lithe sweet as a sundrop cool as a new wind soft as the mellow song whispering cute as a cub new as the day was then

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