Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

By Donovan Baldwin

whorls of the rose

soft folds of orchid petals

dewdrops on the bloom

a tiny bud opening

caress of morning breeze

rising heat of the sun

sensuous nature

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since she was a girl

thought she must be innocent

and then she met him

whirl of confusion

love which had been sought so long

was not pristine pure

seething love and lust

a helping of sacrifice

and hidden desires

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seldom black and white

we are complicated art

rainbows of colors

in classical oils

pastels of watercolor

sharp edged acrylics

naked in our essence

humans and angels alike

pass for each other

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love has many forms

not all nights are orgies of

physical delights

candlelit dinner

a glance across a table

shared appetizer

strolling public ways

holding hands like shy children

smiling at past sins

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feeds me a morsel

covered with a shining sauce

her fingers dripping

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lover learns to read

tones and textures of her skin

secret messages

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fearing who might hear

she stifles the urgent cries

as desires explode

a quiet nova

in her universe within

she soars among stars

ecstasy is born

deep within her inner space

secret love silent

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a look and a word

tearing her garments to rags

she brings him her heat

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somehow miracle

we two drops of love's ocean

form our single sea

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opens for his words

and his penetrating gaze

tacit submission

in quiet repose

awaits tactile sensations

feeling his poems

featherlight touches

aroused anticipation

urgent crescendo

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lips pressed to your cup

its warm fragile edge yielding

pouring forth desires

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her garments hang tattered

revealing then concealing

she sways with her need

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poem or prayer

lips worshipping each other

a timeless temple

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kneeling she told him

i know where I want to go

please lead me astray

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wish i wish for her

with me may she ever be

free to be herself

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my poems as snares

i smile each time you appear

caught for a moment

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i summon demons

who come to me as poets

to light my darkness

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abandoned angel

who became his every wish

in their new eden

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she met the poet

took his words and walked away

couldn't stand the man

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left without his muse

his pouch of words hangs empty

even echoes gone

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be who you must be

you owe a poet nothing

leave him to his words

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treasuring their touch

naked among autumn's leaves

her poet watching

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she chooses the game

then she picks out the toys...

the rule is pleasure

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singing in freedom

dark rose dances in the breeze

before her poet

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poet offers images

praises the sound of her song

how she dances for him

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lovers share the stars

the sunsets and sunrises...

universe of love

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poetry's lonely

just me and a few old words

that once meant something

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what's it like to love

and to feel that love retured

to have someone care

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Copyright Donovan Baldwin November 12, 2023

Labels: donovan baldwin, innocence, love, poem, poetry, rose

By Donovan Baldwin

the nudes of renoir
tangible impressionism
body and senses

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quivering with want
awaiting satisfaction
anticipation

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undulating need
dance to a lusty refrain
only she can hear

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alone in her lust
desiring hot caresses
what's a girl to do

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glistening body
tastes of salt and her desire
as i drink her love

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gliding cross your skin
fingertips arousing me
as they arouse you

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flowing through my veins
the drug which you feed to me
within your kisses

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touch the bloom's middle
it opens in surrender
yields up its honey

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saved one precious rose
placed it on a shelf somewhere
reminds me of you

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let my touches move
through your shy secret garden
of blushing petals

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do you know my world
of flowers and sunrises
and thoughts about you

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carved from pure marble
lightly clad nymph emerges...
seeking a lover

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Art: Nude Seated Bather 1914 by Pierre-Auguste Renoir

Labels: anticipation, blushing, desire, donovan baldwin, impressionism, lust, lusty, nudes, petals, Pierre-Auguste Renoir, poems, poetry, rose, skin

By Donovan Baldwin

in search of a rose
i wandered into your garden
found your soft petals

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my words ecstatic
sadness, gladness, hate, and love
written in fullness

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in cold solitude
i turn my back on the world
your warm hand in mine

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pray petals open
blushing blossom on display
sweet scented nectar

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fingers reach for dreams
neath my hand i think i grasp
the heat of your flesh

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I would not hold back the sun
But, there is that moment
In each arriving dawn,
When I wish the day
Would wait a moment,
Allow me to savor that
Morning glow that appears
Up in the sky and in my breast.

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the glow on your cheeks
deep rise and fall of your breast
says much more than words

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tell me you love me
but say no words make no sound
let your body speak

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peach blossom dances
in heat of burning desire
dripping with nectar

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dewdrops on petals
glistening on blushing bloom
desire's elixir

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breathe her sacred name
shibboleth to open dreams
where we become one

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Upon the air a hint of Spring,
A coming of flowers,
And new leaves upon the trees,
Sporting blossoms and birds,
As their festival attire,
Neath the long blue sky
Which will stretch across
The vault of the heavens,
Touched with gold and
Colors of empire at
Each end of the day.

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Copyright March 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: blossom, breast, donovan baldwin, haiku, poems, poetry, rose, shibboleth, soft petals, solitude

you beckoned to me
coyly dropping clothes and hints
penetrating words

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no corset required
nor concealing lingerie
pleasing not teasing

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your scent of amber
a sensual invasion
awakens desire

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lush and sweet it is
garden of a single rose
i tend and treasure

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loving words unheard
silently said hour by hour
wanting you to know

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Copyright 2019 by Donovan Baldwin

Labels: amber, corsets, donovan baldwin, haiku, lingerie, poems, poetry, rose, treasure

Morning Musings BC (Before Coffee):

I read something written by a friend yesterday that started my brain chugging. It played with the idea through the night, and, without caffeine, here's where I'm at.

I am old.

I don't do much for the Earth, or its people anymore.

However, I breathe.

When I breathe out, I, just like you, produce carbon dioxide. Carbon dioxide is, this layman says, what plants breathe in to stay alive.

So, I help give you grass, trees, flowers, and, especially, my favorite, roses...as well as other plants. These plants make the oxygen WE need to keep breathing. Many of these plants are edible, either by humans, or by other animals...which we eat, or enjoy in some other way.

Trees and bushes provide homes for many animals, and, butterflies and birds.

We NEED oxygen and food to live, but, I also would not like to consider life WITHOUT such things as butterflies, birds, and...of course...roses. Just dreaming out loud, in the morning, before coffee.

You're welcome.

Donovan Baldwin

Labels: animals, breath, breathe, coffee, morning, old, rose, roses

By: Donovan Baldwin

My beloved has a sweet and secret rose.

A flower hidden from the view
Of all

But,

Sometimes she allows me
To see the beauty of its petals
And gently touch the beauteous bud
Within its sweet center.

When I am allowed by my love I press
My lips to that sweet flower,
And,
Like bee, butterfly, or hummingbird,
Sip the honeyed nectar that drips within.

So sweet, so sweet....

Not just the honey that drips,
But,
The love that asks me to taste
And sample the sweetness of her secret rose.

I close my eyes and I can see, taste,
And feel,
The petals of the rose against my cheeks,
And,
The taste of the honey of her love
Upon my tongue.

Labels: cunnilingus, love poem, poem about a rose, poem about cunnilingus, romantic poem, romantic poetry, rose, roses