Meeting Annie

Peter Gates

Met her in a shaded wood,

Raven hair, flaxen, waxen,

Over almond eyes, dark and bright.

Above unsmiling lips of red.

I pondered whether I could or would

Approach her, or even should.


Unsmiling, she

Stood alone there,

With almond eyes, raven hair

Head turned to me,

Red lips parted, still unsmiling,

Yet so beguiling.


And I there, smiling.

  • Author: Pete (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 23rd, 2023 03:07
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 3
  • User favorite of this poem: Eugene S..


  • Eugene S.

    Great situational poem that made me smile!

    • Peter Gates

      Thank you, Eugene. Love is born in the strangest places, say a shaded wood, and, with the proper care and feeding, never dies. With luck this poem will never have an ending.

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