The day i first met her
She moved along like a timed slide show
With grace and chaste in her stride
Swinging her hips like a desert Carmel
And stepping on the ground like it hurts.
That’s when i first saw her.
Meeting her was a dream come true,
Speaking to her was like melting the snow.
Her voice like the ocean singing low
With no turbulent waves to alter the flow.
That’s when i first met her.
Touching her was like food to a pauper
Her skin smooth like a silk wall
Her body soft like sheep wool
That’s when i first touched her.
Holding her in my arms,
Being with her all my life
…was never imagined
For it never happened
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Elizabeth by Michael Ondaatje
- Юрий Верховский – Вариации на тему Пушкина
- Reading by William Marr
- Аля Кудряшева – Меня мотает тянет ведет налево
- ON THE SHORTNESS OF LIFE AND UNCERTAINTY OF RICHES by Abraham Cowley
- victor.html
- Fancy poem – John Keats poems
- Dreamer
- Verse By Taj Mahomed
- The Chambermaid’s Second Song by William Butler Yeats
- Song by Seamus Heaney
- Владимир Маяковский – Права кооперации расширены декретом… (Главполитпросвет №154)
- Robert Burns: My Heart’s In The Highlands:
- Under the Greenwood Tree by William Shakespeare
- Robert Burns: The Laddie’s Dear Sel’:
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
