Time is a healer and softens the pain now I’ve lost all your loving charms.

Yet nothing consoles me when I remember, the warmth of your loving arms.             .                  

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Travel through time with me now and remember the hopes and the fantasies
Think on the dreams we had then, in those days when the world was so young.
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Silly poem

Fantastic elastic

holds up our underwear.

Without it, big problems

our bottoms would be bare.

The second is a poem I wrote a while back a triolet called 'Old Friend'

It's not 100% dactylic, but I think at least parts of it are. 

Dark is the/ night when the/ bombs are re/leased from the/ enemies'/planes in the/ sky

Grip of des/pair in the/ hearts of de/feated guards/ growing in/ might as their/ families/ die  

Talking to flowers for even a while,
makes you so happy and draws on a smile,
warms up your day with a very good start and
always fulfills with a sweetness your heart.

I can paint with no brush, nor with colours I'd draw
when the night has to coat and the dark has to fall;
I've my art, I can sing and alive I would show
what the words have to bring, and the magic they call.

Catalectic Dactyl

What is the nature of things, said the man.
Guess, for I’ll not tell a thing of the plan.
Wonder and fuss with the thoughts if you can.
I will not help you a whit with the scan.

With a book / you can cook

All this food / for each mood.

With that a/pron on tight,

Cook with all / of your might.

Walk about so do we go
Stay on the road all dark night
Lie down come break of dawn sir
Before the heat of daylight

Said the snake/ to the rake

Can you wrigg/le like me?

Said the rake/ to the snake 

Can you write/ poetry?

http://vocaroo.com/i/s16dQuqlAHSn

I wasn't as sure about this example.

In my house sits a picture on the white white wall