Warmness Poems

She is lying hidden
Inside a pear-shaped shell
A rough, rock-hard outside
So porcelain white inside
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There's an empty cottage
at the end of this lane
Jane said
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Looking upon this tree with its quaint pretension
Of holding the earth, a leveret, in its claws,
Or marking the texture of its living bark,
A grey sea wrinkled by the winds of years,
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God is truth; soul is truth you feel dear,
Rest of the things we see here in this world,
These are matters, these change their forms,
We see illusion captures mind very easily.
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I don’t deserve your stunning smile
Or your twinkling eyes
So guess I’ll wait a while
The one thing I despise
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Little, little cold is arriving
With wings of coldness and snow
This will cover our minds sure
Pure heart will need warmness
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When I look into your eyes
I feel like I dove
Into the deepest point on Earth
Where I found the greatest treasures
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There are many roads we face in this thing called life,
some take us to heights unparalleled,
Some are filled with precious stones, pebbles, that leave a bright glimmer like the sun,
Others lead us back around to our favorite places we've passed,
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Getting greatest bless is fortune,
Nature has got this as mercy of God,
Both womanhood and motherhood unite,
A scene of perfect nourishment we feel,
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Wading rivers
reflecting mountaintops

night songs
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Lovely grand daughter

I called my daughter by good name
She was with round face to claim
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Under this shed of tree in this winter,
Grey soil dreams more in beauty veil,
Big mountains dream under this shed,
Shed of this tree is dreamy in weather.
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This is truly a precious hour,
By his touch blooms flower.
Tower touches peak rays sing,
Stars shine with forming a ring.
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In this seasonal cycle of life and love,
Seasons flow with interesting cycle,
Spring proves existence, summer smiles,
Replacing spring summer is coming.
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Oh Star! Where are you?
Sun is glazing
I am waiting below sky
I have opened my palm
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Starting wisdom since eternity,
Soul travels up to Earth in light,
With hope and vision he comes,
Soon he incarnates in a body.
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Light is power, light is might,
God is most powerful light,
His mighty arm is also light,
His grace we feel and adore,
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She lay sleeping
like Beauty
awaiting a kiss.
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I feel the warmness of your smile
I hear the music of your voice
I love your oh so witty style
Your presence makes my heart rejoice.
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Light has a hope to gain
Shyness but in tenderness,
Light has a hope to give
Wisdom but under God's arm,
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What desires are falling like snows on wainscot
Not completely shrugging off from the whole?
Some whiteness subsist like clays from muddy field
Well entrenched amid the visual range in lighter vein.
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Walking upon the insufficient built river bank
In brief hours of eventide hand in hand
Closet the remain of warmness how much had
Lead us not towards the logical end before the stupid bowers.
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Ducks are on swiming spree in afternoon
With downing heads intermittent upon the watery surface
And survey the flapping wings with fortitude..
They will count soon the feathers saved for the day
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Feels like I'm a flower
When I was blossoming
You plucked me
Kept me with all your warmness
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People are guarding their bodies
with eyes open underlying their anxieties
For the sufferings preconceived in silence.
Faiths concrete while in cradles moving
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Hey yall, I have a new Comforter. I'm so excited. My new Comforter is soft, warms my soul and adds brightness to my life. And this new Comforter is different than what I'm used to, because I'm filled with such a warmth I've never felt before, much better than any sherpa, plush or down, any pillow or teddy bear. I am so blessed, grateful and thankful to have this Comforter. I find such a calmness and a sense of peace with my Comforter, and when I am under my Comforter, I know I am loved and protected just by the warmness felt.

Well actually, my Comforter isn't new, my vision of my Comforter is new, because truth be told, my Comforter has been here all the while.
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By Anna Polibina-Polansky. Springtime *** Another spring season is on. No matter how many humans are counted away. Quibbles by Beckett are about, but common sense reigns. I watch unfamiliar faces outside, but old ties appear and rule your Universe. Verbal motives are implorable. Meters are impeccable. Stanzas gently, mildly occur. What is yet on, out of prior plots? Warmness trades dandelions and first camomiles. Tulips disappear in haze of early May. Emotions are rippened and still, forgotten. The juicy grass keeps me bewaring new subjects. Fresh lines of events aren't too welcomed. The wintry strokes fade, the seashore appeals to most secret sensations. Planes, trains, grains of new emotions or, rather, impressions. I prefer new locations, but reminding the survived ones. I am a hidden mariner within my own ego. I am demanded where I don't prefer to be. It is this way all along. Reposing, oblivion and memories are the best. I share my recollections with few of folks, as the alternating reality is habitual here. Changes come up each day, and they are substantial, numerous, multiplying. Details are even more astonishing, frightening, appearing in intricate hipes. Sharp remembrances rule the world; only faces gradually come out of their contours, thaw away in imperious haze. Haughty riddles, arrogant labirynths. My emotions are peers for the springtime. They pretend to be kids. It's high time I had kids.
2022.
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Every word you confide in me, every wonderful and terrible moment you share with me, melts me inside.
You let yourself be vulnerable with me and trust me beyond my comprehension.
I never imagined I would truly find a woman who I would want to spend so much time with, who could truly touch my life the way you have, even without trying. I look forward to many more special moments together. When I see you, I see our future. I never knew how joyous life could be until I saw your face. My heart leaps like a hummingbird in flight every time I see you. And it is you that inspires it. When I think about you and our rich conversations, I feel a warmness inside.
I cannot hide my smiles, even when we are apart.
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Inside Melton who has made,
These overcoats and jackets,
As winter has come after autumn,
To make life smooth,
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