Linda Poems - Poems about Linda

Her voice, a river, smooth and clear, A melody that faded every fear. In music, we found a bond so deep, That bloomed in time, as love did seep. In shadows we danced, where nobody could see. A step behind, yet you noticed me. The years between us, a quiet doubt, Would they understand, what love’s about? The silent moments, where hearts ignite, The...

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Her skirts lands against her springy step in a pretty way Swirling around her luscious legs with an extra sway She’s an old- fashioned woman, our Linda Lucy May Kay Wearing silky nylon hose nearly every single day Sailors all along the channel and down the bay Will testify to what I have observed and now say Her swishy skirts often...

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lovely poetess sweet Linda Alice Flower pleasant neat odor ...

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Lighthearted Linda had an effervescent buoyancy Spirited, gay, and lively, she totally lifted up me Having a good friend like this seemed like a thrilling luxury Much better than a yacht or a five-hundred-dollar shopping spree...

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Fall flourishes with flighty flair, a lilting song upon the air. Symphony of fading cinder all in spirit, rhythm, and timbre. In Her heart a mild melody flirting with a sweet revelry. She has not sung this song before, an unearthly, uplifting score. Morendo a niente, fades out, catching Her breath in subtle shout. Crescendo of color escapes in multidimensional shapes. Catching currents, Her breath has blown, paves...

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there’s a halo hanging from her head everyone agrees~je t'adore sublime sneaky snake come slither by~who directs traffic in the grass pal owl perched on glove~wise bird see more less spoken hears her muse recite...

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She looks snobby, judgemental Linda said. I observed the newcomer who looked a bit stand-offish. But perhaps it is because I had not met her yet. I ran up to tell her that I liked her costume. She was pure steampunk all the way. She was a lovely woman, ready to converse with a stranger, me. We hit it off and...

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In the turmoil of troubling thoughts I hear your voice calling to Me. Listen! Your sick heart is screaming as it seeks out comforting spots. Listen! You must feel contrition in the turmoil of troubling thoughts. Turn eyes to Me for forgiveness and ask for Divine redemption. Listen! Your soul churns within you and you need My kind, healing touch, In the turmoil of...

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Heaven-sent on dove’s whitest wings, unique beauty of nature sings with cottony clouds and harp strings gushing out crystal sparkling springs. Its magic an enchanting tease as music floats down with the breeze. Subtle nostalgic melodies whisper God’s clear cathartic pleas. Life bursts forth with a childlike glee in earth, in sky, and on the sea. My heart and soul cavorting free, playful caresses cover me. Divine...

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When Spring’s first touch is gently set with Winter now scarcely a threat, implore the ocean breezes spray all cares and troubles far away. With sweet caress of warmer days and softness in the sunny haze, carry me to pastoral thoughts of my favorite nature spots. Where flowers kiss the breeze that blows and young ones run, too spry to pose, transport me to...

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Way out in the desert Off Highway...

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Her name was Linda, and she was born in Rosario, Argentina. His name was Luther, and he was born in Xinghua, China. Both Linda and Luther were children of Americans. They both were born while their parents served in the military. * They could not have been born in places farther apart. Rosario and Xinghua are separated by 12,425 miles**....

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A poetess named Linda Alice Fowler Chose the spirit animal owl for her avatar and muse, and who doesn’t worry ‘bout bird flu with all her power, no not this prowler True to herself and has keen intuition If she appears in your dreams, pay her attention It’s well-known symbolism Embrace change with optimism Owls can appear as protector’s or an omen A night owl...

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Linda-Marie wrote her last poem January 30, 2013. She knew she was dying when she wrote it and her poem begins . . . "Floating through a corridor between two different Worlds" ________________________ Rest in peace Linda-Marie, the sweetheart of Poetry Soup, When I think of you I weep and then I must smile; You were...

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