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Poetry
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Bed of Roses
A bed of roses, of yellow and red,
Silken pillows
to rest your head.
Shapely legs that wrap and hold,
Close around you and will not let go.
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A bed of roses,
of yellow and red,
Taste the words so sweetly said.
Loving arms that entwine and hold,
Pull you close and will
not let go.
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A bed of roses, of yellow and red,
Follow whispered sounds, from a heart that’s bled.
Tender
eyes that gaze and hold,
Lock to yours, and will not let go.
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A bed of roses, of yellow and red,
Kiss the lips
so sweetly fed.
Reaching hands that grasp and hold,
Take hold of yours and will not let go.
~*~
© Tonya Greenlee
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Tears
Sapphire
eyes shine with a thousand tears,
Bathed in love, awash in desire,
Pools that reflect the fire of the soul,
Burning
bright, believing dreams
They’ve captured are within sight.
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Sapphire eyes shine with a thousand
tears
Bright burning pools
Bathed in your love
Awash in your desire
Loves you
~*~
Night holds thousands
Of
captured tears,
They shine like
Blue sapphire dreams
In bright fire pools.
© Tonya Greenlee
Not Just in Dreams
I watch you sleep
in easy slumber,
Your mind is still
and yet I wonder.
In the afterwards
of our sweet embrace,
There lingers
a radiance upon your face.
A look so subtle,
of pleasant peace,
Wondrous feelings
that I hope wont cease.
Within your arms
I hope to stay,
The music, in
our world starts to play,
You reach for
me and our bodies begin once more to sway.
© Tonya Greenlee
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Colors of Sunset
...beautiful sunsets
To the West, just after sunset,
As dark creeps from the East,
An
amazing wonder shows itself,
To the eyes, an authentic feast.
View splendid turquoise sky,
Purple clouds, outlined
with orangey mist,
Who could have known these colors,
In such beauty, could co-exist?
For a few tranquil moments,
An
exact unequaled thrill,
That causes the breath to catch,
And pounding heart to fill.
A brief glance of heaven's
grandeur,
Then the moments start to pass,
Paradise here on Earth,
Is not supposed to last.
Brilliant shades slightly wane,
To
softer, muted hues,
Dimming to magenta,
Then to faded blues.
Eventually, light grey descends,
And darkness
moves on in,
But blessed with this repeating gift,
I’ll wait to cherish it, once again.
© Tonya Greenlee
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His Own Angel
A quiet angel sat and mused,
Of one soul she deeply loved,
She lived his life, of fear, soul bruised,
He’d
heard her voice, his need; beloved.
A sea of essence she had collected,
From the one she’d held in dreams
for years,
Within her snowy wings protected,
Gathering single drops of painful tears.
Into the heavens’
celestial light,
She lets fly the briny jewels,
They blossomed across the velvet night,
Igniting dark with sparkling
pools.
With freedom of his unleashed fright,
A new life for him was set in motion,
He felt glowing warmth with
his love in sight,
He felt filled, from her devoted emotion.
Such radiance lit her angelic face,
She’d
waited for him so long,
Now knowing, she took her rightful place,
Beside her love, where she belonged.
© Tonya
Greenlee
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