Caprice Poems - Poems about Caprice

you never have to chop me open my mind/thoughts splay out readily some version of knowing me, gifted then on and off go gloves/mask ...Read the rest...

an oddball aunt and her quirky niece were known for their joyous caprice without saying why they’d soar into the sky traveling happily south with the geese 12/30/21...Read the rest...

Don’t ask me if I want to spend my whole life with you. Sometimes I don’t even know if I want to spend my whole life with me....Read the rest...

The stars are not so far. You may pluck them like berries, and pop them in your mouth and they will twinkle on your tongue, or you can put them in your pockets like candies, or carry them home in...Read the rest...

MY CAPRICE I am dreaming about the infinity's peace Is there anything we can exchange to cease I am watching compassionately the wonderful fleece Don't we expect the caprice, oh my Caprice Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando July 25,...Read the rest...

So wise was God to hide your eyes from my eyes. My delight was cast aside then I asked to him why. He gave me only silence and the stars in the sky. Night shines the absence that aches during the...Read the rest...

Tangy summer , breezes in heat Through minutes you forestall And drench the moonlight so replete Beneath your fiery kohl. The silken air drapes blossoms scent Releasing fragrant balm Then rustles every tree’s lament In fading season’s psalms. Mild...Read the rest...

When limbs of Montmartre tint the glow chemise de nuit falls to the ground, belle de jour, come moan a pale sound through alleys winding lamp light’s flow. Her fine heels toss on follies’ show she, au naturel , caprice...Read the rest...

AUTUMN CAPRICE With what ease he shifts With such carefree abandon Harlequin garb at death’s door Time? Elemental And his whisperings Oh, God, his whisperings! Behemoth strides with iron fists But, oh, at times so gentle He...Read the rest...

CAPRICE The day Starting slowly A faint trill In the woodwinds And the sun Oh the sun! Tints Those rose colored clouds So still Small and Shaped Yawning Still sleep drugged Then A breeze From somewhere On my cheek and In wonder In thought I rub...Read the rest...

As seen, unfed, nourished by atmosphere. It waits, crying, waiting to stake its claim. Silver, tarnished, leave me in your wake. Ashamed, alight, captions flee this scene. So strong, unkind, the promises fade to ash. Blisters, unhealed, will mark the villain's face....Read the rest...

rich folks who complain of boring dinners, champagne ...Read the rest...