"turtledove" poems
Life: Noun: Uncountable: Plural: Lives
The ability to have: Abilities
Period of time filled with: Adjectives
With many opportunities to seize
Life as punishment: Contract/prison/love
Life as enjoyment: Contact/comfort/love
Love: Meaning: Affection. Also used above
Love: For idiom see also: Turtledove
Life: Antonym: Death: What comes after life
The leading cause of death on Earth: Neglect
Example: None cared the child had a knife
The leading cause of life on Earth: V-necks
Cheat: Suicide: Lessons on life not learned
Antidote: No cure has yet been confirmed
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 11:43 AM UTC
Working her hands
As she cleans the tables
With magnificent strength
But soft as a turtledove
I notice her joyful smile
My words a few
As my tongue began to tighten
No action shall come between us
To a monument of speculations
As my heart bleeds
For her sponge of hope
I exit
How can a delicate woman clean a lustful soul?
Watching from afar
While leaving her alone
Jan 29, 2010
Jan 29, 2010 at 8:46 AM UTC
I watched two turtle doves perched high among the mango leaves,
It was the end of a summer's day and start of summer's eves,
I watched them there the turtle pair ,
the female here and the male just there,
He prepared with his display of woo
This is the way that turtledoves do,
White feathered tail ,fanned up and flail in hopes that she would see.
That he was the lover she was looking for and they were meant to be
enamoured with her feathers brown
He longed to nestle in her feathery down
Mr turtledove professed his love, still high among the trees
She did see him there and all his flair
and she flew off into the breeze
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC
I wish you could forget, put your heart in a glove
there is no such thing as to heal, no one from above
no butterfly, no turtledove
do not start mistreating, you need a little shove
begin reheating, forget all cheating and just love
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 6:45 AM UTC
a turtledove being
attacked by wild
beasts doesn't wait
to cry
out for help
or for You
nor do I
all I ask
for is You
to fight for
me since I
seem to be
too weak; You
and I have
been here before;
I have not
forgotten
Your
kindnesses
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 2:48 PM UTC
Verse:
No, you can't hide from from me,
the tears about to fall.
The animated eyes that ease me,
I can see no more.
To you I'm just buffoon,
tryin' hard to be a beau.
Let me be the piece
missin' to fill your life.
Refrain:
There's a tough and daunting road
we have to walk, ahead.
You're a Sunday rainbow
in the distant sky.
Chorus:
Lean on this stuttering chest
and you will feel,
the blithe that you are longing
to embrace.
Give me a chance
to show you,
how much you're loved
and you are cared.
How far you walk away,
doesn't matter.
I'll chase you and mend
your broken heart.
You can share with me
that pain because
I love you,
most in the world.
Verse:
Oh, I can hear the voice
of singing turtledove.
That's the sound of love
echoing inside my ears.
Refrain:
There's a tough and daunting road
we have to walk, ahead.
You're a Sunday rainbow
in the distant sky.
Chorus:
Lean on this stuttering chest
and you will feel,
the blithe that you are longing
to embrace.
Give me a chance
to show you,
how much you're loved
and you are cared.
How far you walk away,
doesn't matter.
I'll chase you and mend
your broken heart.
You can share with me
that pain because
I love you,
most in the world.
Bridge:
Come on and hold my hand
once again.
Come on let's shake these fears
out our heads.
Bring back the sparkling smile
in your face.
Never give up,
'cause I won't give
for both of us.
Chorus:
Lean on this stuttering chest
and you will feel,
the blithe that you are longing
to embrace.
Give me a chance
to show you,
how much you're loved
and you are cared.
How far you walk away,
doesn't matter.
I'll chase you and mend
your broken heart.
You can share with me
that pain because
I love you...
most in the world.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 11:23 AM UTC
To my Turtledove in residense.(1)
The Almond Tree of my garden.
Hiding gently behind my hanging baskets,curious ,well aware
On this very fresh,pure and lucid morning,I guess you unaware
Was scouting around the blue sky,well perched quite proudly upon
The branches of my rich “Almond Tree”,loaded with fruits anon.
Gentle Turtledove, you and I are blessed to be sharing,in our bosoms
With pride and joy,this holy instant perfumed by the almond blossoms,
That feeling of bonding made me suddenly aware that we could all
Enjoy these moments of closeness with each of those around us all.
You would agree gentle Turtledove,that warmth is a skill,alike love,
For sure,and should be spread around and shared around with love.
Capacities for magic powers of tolerance,acceptance,understanding,
Are there,imbedded cautiously within our soul and heart,hearing
The multitude of suffrance,despair,and injustice,upon then we could
Move mountains,all obstacles against all odds.Lending a hand would
Aliviate pains and incertitutes,stretching our magic powers we could.
Thank you my Turtledove
Geneviève
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
The voice of my beloved!
Look , he comes.
leaping upon the mountains,
bounding over the hills.
My beloved is like a gazelle
or a young stag.
Look,them he stands
behind our wall
gazing in at the windows,
looking through the lattice.
My beloved speaks and says
to me;
"Arise, my love, my fair one.
and come away;
for now the winter is past,
the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of singing has
come,
and the voice of the
turtledove is heard in our land.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 6:17 AM UTC
To my drenched Turtledove.
Sorry to see you in such a state,through my bedroom window,
Drenched and rather confused by the sudden flush of rain,below.
Surprised by this painful view,tears came promptly down in a row.
There I stood,like so many in this world,witnessing,facing tragedies,
Becoming nummed by what I saw,speechless by the realities,
Of wars,aggressions,deaths,hunger,homelessness,and all lossess.
As I stood glaring at the outside world,I retreaved my reasoning,
Within a short while,our glorious sun,imposed his presence,loving
As usual his smart amazing surprises:now the rain:now the sun.
Us two,little Turtledove,have regained warmth,safety,and conforting
Conditions,thanks to our faithful sun.Sadly the wars are still acting
Destroying our fellow people's dreams before our own eyes,with fun.
Kindred spirit like yourself is difficult to find,Turtledove.
Geneviève.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC
Sweet coma canopy,
brain bath in solemn loops,
a gentle washing away
of handprints,
Makes the bed,
blanketed by dreams,
rest upon reimagined partitions,
instead of the jagged edge,
But there are holes
in the architecture,
pliable infrastructural tunnels
to navigate through,
Lucky termite splinters
the mind, this delicious library,
and feasts upon before all acquired
souvenirs settle into books,
It's then a young turtledove lifts
off toward October next,
searching for the dry twigs
with which to build closure.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 7:38 AM UTC
I know your heart's buried
From your cavalcade of exes,
But there has to be a girl
Who will pick up your ashes.
Let's not pretend
You'll be made for each other
(Destiny is ********
But you'll be happy together.
She'll be different
(She won't cheat).
She'll be mostly what you want
A dream girl to be.
I say mostly because
You're not made for fantasy.
You're made for a girl
With equal idiosyncrasy.
You're not made for dreams,
As you're emotionally ******
You're only human and deserve
Another human to love.
And that's great because
Humans have the deepest loves.
You're no hopeless romantic
Looking for a turtledove.
You're... irregularly spectacular,
Like she will be too,
But know that she
Isn't waiting for you.
She's in your situation
(Or one worse than mine).
She could only hope for
An irregular boy in time.
But by chance or
By ******** destiny,
Your decidedly imperfect love
Will come to be.
So after you have the heart
To mend your own scratches,
Go looking for that girl
And raise each other's ashes.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
Once upon a time ago,
A phoenix dared kiss a dove;
Together, wings beat with love,
With ador true, passion slow.
Phoenix of autumnal light,
Hearts collide and lit aglow.
Together, they could both grow,
Through open skies they took flight.
Once they moved in tandem, now
Still as a set sun they lay.
Easy love they did portray;
Though turtle promised no vows.
Here the anthem doth commence:
Love and constancy is dead;
Died it did when Phoenix fled,
Dove still feels a loss, immense.
Phoenix from ash is reborn;
And perfect as they hath seemed
(Like nothing could come between)
The dove from ash remains torn.
Feathers of flame and fury,
Fervor, passion, sparks ignite,
And ashes spread like a blight,
Below, dove burned to bury.
Reciprocity a dream,
With singed wings, dove died on dirt,
What remained; a numbing hurt,
Death of love is now the theme.
For True Love does not exist,
Phoenix burned the whole night through,
From turtledove they withdrew,
Love is only reminisced.
So heed this tale as warning:
Wise the owl who stands alone,
Or eagles heart, cut from stone,
Now the crows stay in mourning.
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 1:40 PM UTC
Hello there.
I greet you gently with the fireplace,
warmed by our hearts entwined
as our spirits chase.
I'm leaning against you gently as
the television plays gently something
the both of us would love.
The light soaking both of our bodies
the shadows of us becoming one as they blanket the floor,
my hand held with yours, my sweet turtledove.
My cheek against yours, both our eyes closed
as my eyelash is traced against the side of your face.
In our near slumber, we can only be drunk
on the sheer warmth of our embrace.
A soft rain starts outside, as the pane streaks down
little stars all around us, the TV shutting off.
Silence.
We feel each other's breathing fondly, as slowly,
I whisper into your ear, subconsciously...
"I love you."
You are dead asleep, but you smile regardless.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
The robin sings its golden hymn,
the turtledove its coo.
While 'neath the spring of wet and damp
does life return anew.
The grass turns green, the snow to rain.
The trees bow to the sun.
As leaves sprout from their mighty boughs
where dewdrops drip and run.
Oh, how the old forgotten rot,
the sting of winter's wrath,
all melts away and heals in heat
as deer soon shed their racks.
A world rebirth so fondly sought
lest snows return again.
We seek the flower of new spring,
sweet solace such to send.
Mar 7, 2022
Mar 7, 2022 at 3:32 PM UTC
A note. Just a letter
I wish I could have written it better
Maybe even told you myself
But I'll leave it on your shelf:
Anticipation
Delayed gratification
Impatience
For elation
In all my years and all my desires
Everything I've striven for
Groped, struggled and tried
So excited I couldn't sleep
Could think of naught else
For days, weeks, obsessed
With the fruits of success
The reward nearly grasped
Barely out of reach
Ultimately empty, each one
Mostly disappointments, even when won
Culmination of cultivated fires
Disappointments, liars
But those blissful nine months
And the years before, hopeful
When I could speak of naught
And I concentrated my thought
With momma, bless her light
Before she gave up the fight
For you, my darling
For you, my darling
Couldn't have prepared
Never even compared
With you, my darling
With you, my darling
Of all the realized prizes
In arbitrary sizes
The worthless committals
Then I saw you, so little...
Only you, my tiny girl
My angel, my pride
Have truly changed my world
Without you I've died
Sun moon and stars are a drop in the bucket
Next to the picture of you I keep in a locket
Only you, Ella my love
My precious, most important,
Sweet turtledove
P.S.
Sealed in an envelope
Hide it in her hope chest
And when the time comes
Once she lays me to rest
I've written on the outside
"To Ella, with love forever,
Open once daddy has died."
Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 1:04 AM UTC
Every moment surrendering to the most high guide-dance.
What do you need of me? How may I serve?
Breathing life into this body vessel
every action, every word, every breath
attached to the love of your divinity.
The songs to you ring on into infinity
as trees stretch below and above,
Your love coos as the turtledove.
All of creation sings of your praises.
Wahe! Your grace every amazes.
Guru teach me the way of the devotee.
I bow on my knees
I am here to please
I give thanks to you and every blessing.
Living in eternal bliss
from Your divine kiss.
Your breath is the wind in my hair.
Great Stallion I am your mare.
Create through me the joy of Your life:
allow all beings to be free from strife.
Singing to me as birds in a tree,
You are the One who matters to me.
I align my self with the frequency of Your vibrations.
May Your Love echo forth across all nations.
Sat Nam
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 3:45 PM UTC