Rose-Scented Flamenco Dancer In Red

Rose-scented flamenco dancer in red,
Flamingly entrancing is the beauty
Of your vibrant Andalusian movements.

~ Poetictouch

Nature’s Lush Beauty

By a forest stream she’s calmly sitting,
With Nature’s lush beauty sweetly blending.

~ Poetictouch

Who Is More Happy?

Who is more happy, when, with heart’s content,
Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair
Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair
And gentle tale of love and languishment?

~ John Keats

The Scent Of Fresh Green Grass

The scent of fresh green grass surrounded us
As through the fields of Wynnstay Hall we walked.

~ Poetictouch

Be Near Me When My Light Is Low

Be near me when my light is low,
When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick
And tingle; and the heart is sick,
And all the wheels of Being slow.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Her Red Velvet Rose

With her soft fingers,
She tenderly caresses
Her red velvet rose.

~ Poetictouch

A Red, Red Rose

O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.

~ Robert Burns

Gazing At The Moon

Dark is the night sky:
By the gloomy sea she stands,
Gazing at the moon.

~ Poetictouch

Immersed In A Book Of Verse

Amid the green leaves,
On a branch she sits, immersed
In a book of verse.

~ Poetictouch

What’s In A Name?

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.

~ William Shakespeare

She Sweetly Wraps Her Arms Around The Tree

As the sunlight penetrates the forest
And warmly mingles with the morning mist,
She sweetly wraps her arms around the tree.

~ Poetictouch

Entwined With Nature

Captivatingly,
Amid fresh flowers she stands,
Entwined with Nature.

~ Poetictouch

La Dolce Vita

La Dolce Vita:
A lovely Italian phrase
Which means: The Sweet Life.

~ Poetictouch

She’s Picking Roses

She’s picking roses:
The roses we pick today
Tomorrow will fade.

~ Poetictouch