Laying under the stars Until the sun broke the dawn Tears gently brushed away by soft lips Promises made without pause Lovemaking with kisses to remember Character never in question A night to remember Dreams to preserve Memories to recall And then, you were gone Forever Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing Sue Vincent’s Weekly Write Photo Word Prompts Brush - Stream of Conciousness Pause - RDP Character - FOWC
Haiku Twinkling light of stars Draped across the dark night sky Diamond canopy Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Senryu
I reach for the stars
In the hope I might find you
Somewhere in the night
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Haiku
Stairway of diamonds
Streaking across the night sky
Where dreams can come true
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The moon has risen
Lighting up the night time sky
And the way of stars
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Dark blue velvet sky
Stars pricking holes in fabric
Shining light on earth
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A moon punctured sky
And stars sparkling through pinholes
Give us a light show
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing
In a moon punctured velvety sky
The stars shone like bright lights
Glinting through pinholes reminiscent of
A thousand and one Arabian nights
A backdrop dramatic in its splendor
Showcasing the beauty of nature’s jewels
She reclined on a blanket of leaves
Her eyes drawing him into her limpid pools
The young and petulant girl had matured
She was now beautiful and seductive
Contrarily he remained socially awkward
Heuristic in his approach and still selective
Her infinite beauty was breathtaking
He felt rooted in the earth
A feeling of inadequacy consumed him
As he suffered in his dearth
She enthralled him on the forest floor
Devouring his manhood as she wished
Helpless in his efforts to dissuade her
Laying still until completely ravished
They lay holding each other tight
As if the other might disappear
Clinging to the sweet memory of love
Staring up at the celestial sphere
She was everything he had dreamed of
Although his superstition had given him fear
She elegantly propped herself on one elbow
And said, “Did you bring any beer?”
Christine Bolton
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The brightest of stars
Can’t light the way to your heart
If the door is closed
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