Best Moist Poems

The pensiveness of the sky
is broken by the cry of a crow,
by trees distilling intimacy
and moist, vibrant expectancy.
Violets, ferns, and birches
share life-giving vapors.
The chalk-bleak horizon
and pungent, poignant odors
whisper sonorous secrets.
The visitor is enveloped
in this pithy, soulful world,
all cells saturated
with a suggestive sustenance....

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moist yet flaky white
butter melting spreads just right….
my taste buds excite...

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long-stemmed river glides
                     soaking on threads of nectar...
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Fog again this day
Air very heavy moist
One lone bird chirping...

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                    Flickering light of 
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There's a place where men love to go
To explore dark moist caves
The deepest, moistest caves known to man
A most favourite spot they crave

If you're not in shape it can make ya sweat
But how amazing to succumb
Deep in the heart of these dark moist caves 
You...

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silver damp moist fog
coats golden rods, green ragweed ...
oleander blooms...

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"Another Fine Moist"

Underground with the worms?
It's another fine moist
You've gotten me in, Stanley.
N'est-ce pas?
"The night was moist," wrote Billy Crystal,
As the writers-blocked scrivener  in
"Throw Mama from the Train."
You run into many old friends, here.
Here in the slime is where I'm at.
Let me show you...

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This morning the dew crept into my bed
Soaked, I smile uncontrollably
The smell of femininity struck my senses so,
Sunrise, woke up the sleeping giant...

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This parched expanse
of forlorn loss
begs my soul to
venture across
the cracked terrain
of cold disguise
to imbue dew
within those eyes:
a miracle
of splendid vim
that wets all threats
within our swim....

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Rich roaring rain
Plough pretty plain


Mind morning mimes
Reap rapture’s rhymes


Feel festive flair
Art ample air


Join jazzy jet
Sign simple set


Bright balloons boom
Zap zesty zoom


Grand gracious grooves
Meet misty moves


Dance dewy dreams
Such sensuous streams


Lift laughter loud
Prize precious proud


Cheer cloisters choice
Ply poignant poise


Taste telling times
Meet moving mimes


Set sight seeing
Meet moist morning




Leon...

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A moist berry was all I could think about.
That burst to wet my tongue.
A quenching I could drain away
for comfort that would numb.

That soul surrounding other berries
who's bowl would make them one.
Where every spoon dividing them
would make a bath undone.

And dampen all my spirits bound
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Imagine a beginning of a warm moist feeling...
That builds and builds until your mind is reeling…
Inside a euphoric pleasure when losing control…
On top of a satisfaction that does not slow…...

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In the warm moist dew of the morning…
Comfort and good feelings do arise…
To keep your thoughts from churning…
Embrace the pleasure when you rise…...

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It's not every morning where the juice's flow
from every where.
Where even green leaves
shouldn't be freed from the tree.

Here where the white sticky sap
ran the length of the tree.
A thickness to the air
moist air, being sucked in and out by
laboring lungs once stout.

These are the morning...

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