Thoughts of gardens serenely lush,
fall soft upon these hands,
which once graced beloved visage,
in fragile moments unshielded.
With time suspended on her nape,
the air did seem more flush,
of carefully gathered beauty,
which I had never felt.
Adrift amongst her lilies soft,
the flow mimicked dreaming,
whilst I gazed subtle truth of hush,
as love's gentle meaning.
A contest entry
- Give Me Your Best...Quickie :) by Heavenly Angel.
475 points, ended November 12, 2007, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Beloved by be a circle.
750 points, ended November 18, 2007, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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mmm, wow. what a great sense of longing and a lingering ... I don't know... a lingering desire. This person is truly beloved of you. Thanks for entering, and best of luck!
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sweetly written, well done with silver! x
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How wonderfully beautiful! Sigh....
This is so awesomely romantic; I LOVE love poetry and this is it in its' finest!
Thank you for sharing and for being a part of the contest! -
Beautiful, so romantic, the last stanza could well describe this lovely piece, with "gentle meaning" and "the flow mimicked dreaming"
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Soft, tender, and sad. Yet so muchh beauty here as well. I can but applaud such wonderful words.
Blessed be,
Billie Jean
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romantic
"Thoughts of gardens serenely lush,
fall soft upon these hands,
which once graced beloved visage,
in fragile moments unshielded."
This poem is very shakespearian(sp?) in its wording, wich is not very common any more. Your poem leaves a picture of disquite beauty in my mind.
I cant tell however if this is a poem about suicide/linching or simply a woman walking in a garden. Who knows maybe its the 3 days of no sleep talking here.
<3 Wolfie
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