Almedia Knight Oliver
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Almedia Knight Oliver Poems
A Victim Of Love
Not knowing where it began or will end... Times filled with tears Times in your arms Times I climb walls, even
A Rush of Wild Wind
Love is like a wild wind Am I just a howling wildness? or maybe a howling triumph!
In evening's solitude sipping a glass of wine, or maybe two, and listening to Roberta's love songs and being spirited away dizzily to dream land
A Loving Partner
We found each other under the evening's orange horizon Hearts pulled by moon and Swept up in the waves of time
Four Stages Of Life
She with child waged a fight But baby won outright Then she struggled with self
The Power Of Love
Early on The radiance morning sun infused space exposing unbound self.
A SPECIAL FRIEND
Your friendship likens the sun- it lights up the world Your friendship likens a fruit-
A Mother's Collection: Tissues, Bones, a...
Her First born that seems so long ago: Peering into my mind Look at what I see!
Beautiful Morning...Witnessed by whom?
There they lay watching the rising sun. No more can night see daylight than the darkness hide her anymore. Desiring a new beginning, as the old world
A Mother's Jewel
Red and white garlands draped the treasure chest. They marched in tandem in the quietness of The cathedral, offering up sorrowful Tears to her crimson dressed body
A Mother's Choice
My dear, every journey Begins with one single step, then another, they alternate with each other, and the body
Man And His Dog
Here, here, here, Princess My little puffball My baby girl wants a Christmas tree, yet
We found each other, hungry, thirsty, and singed by love. I'm charred by love again, then you left this rapacious lioness
A Mother's Collection: Tissues, Bones, A...
Her second born "Mother You have A Baby Boy', laying
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A Victim Of Love
Not knowing where it began or will end...
Times filled with tears
Times in your arms
Times I climb walls, even
fell in love with your
truths and lies.
I hurt, kisses
lessen not pains
Is love a pleasant indulgence, or
A natural unlearned emotion?
Ovid why see love an art
these years, we know it’s not.
No teacher of love for women
Just victims of your art
Romantic to the core thy art.
frustration are our lot
Wounded by cupid’s dart
Drip, drop, drop...
blood -tear-filled nights, I shiver.
Low burns fire in...