"swee" poems
Lovely dainty Spanish needle
With your yellow flower and white,
Dew bedecked and softly sleeping,
Do you think of me to-night?
Shadowed by the spreading mango,
Nodding o'er the rippling stream,
Tell me, dear plant of my childhood,
Do you of the exile dream?
Do you see me by the brook's side
Catching crayfish 'neath the stone,
As you did the day you whispered:
Leave the harmless dears alone?
Do you see me in the meadow
Coming from the woodland spring
With a bamboo on my shoulder
And a pail slung from a string?
Do you see me all expectant
Lying in an orange grove,
While the swee-swees sing above me,
Waiting for my elf-eyed love?
Lovely dainty Spanish needle,
Source to me of sweet delight,
In your far-off sunny southland
Do you dream of me to-night?
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Thought of all those stones hitting my window
The crush lover is like a austere sword
Marble frames
Blue veins
Ducheess ice skies
Pure white sheets
Padded look
Wavy gold hair
Lighthouse freckles reflections
The spellcaster in her room
Gentle sender
Captivating eyes
Creator of edens
She prepares her cotton spell
Si tele swee
lk pa ts
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Mi dia du
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Thought of all those instants gemstones pictures
- Codelandandmore //23:50 PM ©
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 5:52 PM UTC
*Autumn robins hop spritely in Sycamore trees
With gingerly voices , with musical tributes
just for me
Choruses of carry on , carry softly , carry me back , carry
me home heard in the breeze
Sing blue for love lost , yellow for childhood
summer , crimson for the coming dusk , violet
for the wildflowers that edge hill country thick pine forest
Chre , chree , cha -chreet
Swee , swee , cha -roo
Perform colors of the bounty of spring , of afternoon sunbeams , of boysenberries and roadside streams
Sing polyphonies of winter , snowcapped hedgerows and holiday dreams*
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 6:28 PM UTC
Tiny feathers.
Of black, white,
and softest brown.
Tiny wings fluttering.
With quiet sound.
Loud voice.
Of sweetest song.
Which can be heard.
From miles around.
"Swee, swee,"
calls the chickadee.
Handcrafted by God above,
the little chickadee
is a tiny miracle.
Of His love.
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 5:29 PM UTC
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She gazed upon †he grea† expanse,
sof† sand hid small †oes on her fee†.
A deser† daisy gen†ly caressed her hands,
†he sunshine made her day comple†e.
She walked alone on this beautiful day.
This li††le angel had jus† †urned seven.
†o ga†her her momma a fresh bouque†,
for some reason has lef† her for Heaven.
Each flower was burdened with a clump of dir†,
I wi†nessed the swee†es† †hing †oday.
I had cried and wiped †ears on my shir†,
when my mind said †o jus† walk away.
"Daddy, can Jesus le† her come ou† †o play?
How do you answer a young girl of seven?
"Jus† like we did †he o†her day."
"We can, when we ge† †o Heaven."
.
Feb 14, 2010
Feb 14, 2010 at 10:35 PM UTC
Well then, Jyuss swee Charlie, I suppose.
I hope your French is better than mine, dearest reader.
And I hope you can draw better than me,
so Scribble on dearest reader.
If all the world were paper, there would be no grip stronger than that of thumb and forefingers.
If the world be paper, say with me, reader,
'Come the three corners of the word in arms,
and we shall shock them.'
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC
i think I love him
oh god, not again
why? hes nice and so swee..
because, you idiot, hes to far out of bounds
no hes not, im sure hed be willing
he shouldn't be, don't you understand anything!?
but im sure he...
no, if you loved him, youd not touch him
but hes just so lov..
*don't even say the word, I cant believe you sometimes
cant you settle for that one stolen half kiss?*
why should I? I don't see why we cant have
what we need
you don't need him, its lust, just like before
don't you see, hes broken just like we..
that doesn't mean he can fix us!
but two halves make a whole
cant you see? hed be good for us
he cares already, I know he..
*don't be pretentious,
how long have know him?*
well, times not really important,
our feelings...
*if ive told you once
ive told you a million times
your job is to pump blood
and that is
it!!*
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
Roses are red
Your eyes are blue
Therefore your eyes are not roses
Its true
And if you disagree
Then you are ********
But I think you're beautiful
Please marry me
I'll give you money
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 5:40 AM UTC
Her
Look at her brows furrow as she focus
Never too close, never too far.
O, i dream to put my lips between them pair
Feel the creases soften beneath.
Caught myself in these absurd ideas,
When an idea about this she has none.
As I go deeper into this,
I see the imminent shatter of my life.
Distance will have been better?
Than to be close yet so far from how near I wanna be?
This alien current under my skin
Are sour and painstakingly swee
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 3:58 AM UTC
Long back,
I was working in a tea shop.
Every morning, She visit our shop
She likes our tea
I always prepare special for her lips
Though, she was a Manager of an institution
she treats me as her friend
Whenever she was absent,
I think of her, the way she sip the tea,
the way she hold the cup and
as she sip, of the faint half-smile of her lips.
And I know her exact combination of Milk & Sugar
When she drinks, I can see her soul in her eyes.
I thanked the women harvest the slopes
for the sweetest leaves on Nilgiri's mountains.
She got transferred,
But the cup remains my treasure,
It bring her memories,
back to me…
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 9:10 PM UTC