Allie Lusha


Allie Lusha Poems

1. My Soul Is Held A Prisoner Of A Melody 8/24/2009
2. Searching For A New Beginning 8/24/2009
3. Mother 8/24/2009
4. Why 8/24/2009
5. Red Shoes 8/25/2009
6. Remember 8/29/2009
7. Love's Lost 8/29/2009
8. Pain 8/29/2009
9. Lost Key 9/6/2009
10. Concrete Jungle 9/6/2009
11. Everything 9/6/2009
12. The Fake 10/8/2009
13. Waiting 10/15/2009
14. Love Knows No Distance 11/24/2009
15. Need You 12/4/2009
16. Sensual Fantasy 1/11/2010
17. It's Not Love 1/18/2010
18. Buried 1/18/2010
19. Misunderstanding 1/18/2010
20. Be My Rock 1/21/2010
21. Over The Coffee Cup 1/21/2010
22. Guilty Pleasure 1/22/2010
23. Summer Song 1/29/2010
24. Touched By You 2/22/2010
25. Velvety Sky 2/23/2010
26. Last Lies Under The Bridge 2/25/2010
27. She's Here 3/17/2010
28. Always My Baby 3/17/2010
29. Sail On 3/17/2010
30. Star Gazer 3/17/2010
31. A Poets Lonely World Of Love. 3/17/2010
32. Close To Heaven 3/17/2010
33. The Beginning 3/21/2010
34. Same Bus, Same Time 4/20/2010
35. Lost Today 4/20/2010
36. What's On The Menu? 3/17/2010
37. Miss You Tonight 1/21/2010
38. Poor Aunt Maude 9/30/2009
39. For Her Muse 3/17/2010
40. Scared 10/19/2009

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Best Poem of Allie Lusha

A World Apart Together

I’ll tell you of a world I’ve seen
Of waterfalls and streams
A land where the water meets the woods
Where the bluebird sings
A place that’s tranquil but never sleeping
When Spring’s around the corner peeping
To sit and watch the eagle soaring high, then sits upon her nest
To walk within the majestic woods and spy a deer at rest
The sweet smell of nature surrounds, awakening our senses
Pink and white buds like popcorn popping
Tadpoles turn into frogs jumping and hopping
The air is crisp and the sky is blue
This world I’ve seen, but yet never been, it’s ...

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Red Shoes

Shiny and Red, heels 5 inches tall
Feeling sexy, strutting by
Straps to tease, she caught his eye
Legs like chiffon, silky and smooth
Takes him back to that winter mood
Cobbled pavements, street cafes, Paris was beautiful
Encountering the mystery of her
As the rain poured her insatiable passion flowed
Her embraces soft and hard, her scent, her touch, her voice, her all

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