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
- When the Walls Were White by Noele Martin
- A Boy by Sara Teasdale
- Николай Огарев – Хандра
- Insensibility by Wilfred Owen
- Юрий Верховский – Как раненый олень кидается в поток
- Eve by Rainer Maria Rilke
- The Mob
- Иван Варавва – На окраине села
- The Choice of Trees by P.J.Reed
- Ode To A Nightingale poem – John Keats poems
- Song—O Tibbie, I hae seen the day by Robert Burns
- AN ODE FOR BEN JONSON by Robert Herrick
- Алексей Жемчужников – В Европе
- Because I’ve Learned by William Ellery Leonard
- Apollo And The Graces poem – John Keats poems
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).
