Poems by Dorotea©

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  • This poem is called a Nonet. It has nine lines...
    Do breathe on me through thy parted lips...

  • A forlorn figure in the mist, obscured by heavy...
    Forsaken, might she be? Or desolate within...

  • I remember, she was pale and fragile
    But her feet, her feet were agile...

  • Searching and craving for somewhere to abide
    My fate; at the doorstep to reside...

  • Lips gently brush mine
    Essence of eternal kiss...

  • A gentle breeze caresses my cheek
    As I stand there on that shore...

  • Smooth white pearls decorating her locks of hair
    She looks over the sea, Lady Isadora so fair...

  • As I look at the land I’ve always called...
    Realization hits, this is where my beginning was...

  • Don’t leave your touch
    Lingering upon my skin...

  • Thy soul lingers on
    Behind the veil of nature...

  • Seeping through my own hourglass
    These are the last sands falling through...

  • The persistent silence overwhelmed
    One heart among many others...