Soft Poems - Poems about Soft

... Fair are my dream souvenirs of flowery fields. Fairer still are my thoughts of you when I awake. The magic of your memory over me wields A secret sorcery that only you can make. I am completely......Read the rest...

...Grounded by severe anxiety disorder while the middle east desperately wants you to expose the yellow wires connected to your unborn child that wire is being monitored by the federal bureau of investi......Read the rest...

...Just a bit of black pepper As your breath brushes against my neck, Dangerously close. Don’t forget the heavy cream You whisper gently in my ear. My knees slightly shaking as I stir You passi......Read the rest...

... Written: June 02, 2024 For Regina McIntoch Contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Discovering God doesn't bear broad browsing He's all over on Earth's orbit or ......Read the rest...

...It has been a while since we last met, The snow and rain gave way to roses blooming yet. Hope and anticipation fill the evening air, Would you dance with me tonight, and end our long despair? ......Read the rest...

...Just woven wooly natural woman silky hair My eyes are open yet I do not stare There's no lust but there's a prominent site God adorned Beauty it's magnificent So as she stands bef......Read the rest...

...Everything one has forgotten cries for help in the dream. In the depths of the night, where darkness spreads its wings like a velvet mantle, I float through the restless ocean of my thoughts, where......Read the rest...

...His mean bulging eyes stare at me from behind the screen, and from the look on his face you could see that he has been meddling with my midnight dreams, for twelve long hours he penetrates the screen......Read the rest...

...For poems are not but words we thrown together Tormented thoughts confined to metaphor Nor picket fence alliteration Dancing on the edge of passing thought Beware, the creaking gate that bids y......Read the rest...

... “But the kind of love that God created and demonstrated is a costly one because it involves sacrifice and presence. It's a love that operates more like a sign language than being spok......Read the rest...

...It's the weekend (Friday night). Lisa and I are hangin’, music’s playing, and we’re rummaging through my suitcase, for an outfit option, for me, tonight. Call it cliché, but we like going out - and g......Read the rest...

...I sit up in my bed. The tiny reading lamp sends out searchlight rays in my dim-lit bedroom on this stormy night. Duggie the dachshund searches tenaciously behind my back, into my embroidered pi......Read the rest...

...(a collaboration with Dilly Dally, great fun, thank you) Lost as the night wraps its ebony shades round red lips like the petals on roses unfurled; in the mist, the soft crimson of beckoning smi......Read the rest...

... Just Clouds They seem just ordinary fill for a background, a fuzzy white or gray that doesn't grab the eye and distract from the more deserving stuff like trees, sweeping ocean views and mo......Read the rest...

... Take me to the water once again where seashells are cradled by the soft lull of shore's end sitting contented and ladled At the seaside two discarded oars traded in for a summer jaun......Read the rest...