fate, love, time,
by Sandra Adams |
a broken heart awaits its somber fate
the hands of time have made it beat too weak
to find the pulse of love it used to seek
it fades within a burdened soul abate
then hides the key that frees the chains of weight
within a soul where darkness seems to peak
it cannot beat in harmony nor speak
without the stroke of time to guide its gait
a gallant soul i give this gift to you
break free these chains that weigh this heart of mine
awake from dreams a restless soul to see
a heart that beats an endless pulse anew
and sees again how fate and love entwine
when souls in love through time find ways to be
January 1 2020
Open me first poetry contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
by Andrea Dietrich |
My feline bittersweet awakening
came decked with golden trim of flawless days.
A time it was to frolic and to fling
ourselves in grass, all afternoon to laze.
Together we were fearless, wild and free,
a noble lion and his lioness.
And sadly, neither one of us could see
that passion such as ours would evanesce.
Our error was believing that each kiss
could carry us. . . that love could multiply
or even match July’s exceeding bliss.
By summer’s end, our ardor had run dry.
A lion’s appetite can satiate,
and love - less noble then - will soon abate.
Posted 6/11/11/ Now used for the In the Name of Love Contest of Shadow Hamilton
by May Fenn |
bereavement, death, funeral, loss, obituary, sorrow,
Death is not the end,
For love goes on
And you will find the evidence
Long after I have gone.
The flowers that we planted
Will blossom without end,
You’ll find me in their beauty
As to their needs you tend.
The books we read together,
The laughter in the pages,
Will continue to give pleasure
To you throughout the ages.
So do not mourn my passing
You are not left alone,
You’ll always find me waiting
In the places we have known.
The bond that grew between us
Will not abate with time,
It will go on for always,
I’m yours and you are mine.
by Cona Adams |
(Your chickens always come home to roost.)
My soul cries out each time I see your face.
My hunger for your love does not abate.
Though I'm chagrined at how my pulses race
desire burns and sucker bites the bait.
You dangle me, a puppet on a chain,
in shame, I dance around you like a flame.
As turmoil reigns, my tears stream down like rain;
raw wounds cut deep while you enjoy the game.
But time will bring your chickens home to roost
and future pill will be a bitter brine.
Perhaps someday your heart will be seduced
as you succumb to Casanova's line.
For then will Lucifer raw fate assign,
and my atonement taste like peace divine?
by M. L. Kiser |
dark, emotions, evil, faith, fear, feelings, night,
There are treacherous things that hide in the dark;
Biding time until an innocent walks by.
Things that are evil and so very bored;
Their existence can’t be denied.
Lying in wait to test your faith;
They love playing with human minds.
Playing on fears and your self doubt;
To you they may themselves, be blind.
Stand strong and true; showing no fear;
It’s a battle that you can win.
They’ll surely depart; keep faith in your heart and
Their abuse will certainly end.
Faith and love are things they hate;
use them well and the dark will abate.
by Stacy Stiles |
depression, girlfriend-boyfriend, husband, introspection, life, lost love, love, passion, romance, sad, wife,
A destructive dance indeed,
betwixt the two we bleed.
A bellowing, bloody abate,
this stale, seductive state.
Simple, senseless steeds,
jealous fires feed.
Perjuring petty plights,
demons do delight.
A crimson, cheaters chair,
awful angers air.
No trust, truth or taste,
wallowed wantons waste.
Envious, eager eyes,
rejoicing a wrathful rise.
Coveting, careless couth,
yesteryear's eager youth.
by Pranab Jyoti Rava |
love, song, song-hate, hate, love, i love you,
Love is symbolic
Hate is diabolic
Love always survives
Where hate never thrives
Love shall succeed
But hate shall recede
(Why can't you love me?
Because you hate me!)
Love will always prevail
Your hate will always fail
(Why you hate me so much?
There's no love left in you as such!)
I love you when you hate me
I hate you when you don't love me
(If you can not love me
You should never hate me)
Let's move on with this love and hate
For someday your hate shall retire & abate
(But still I love you so much my dear
Or is it because of my hate, you fear)
And even if you don't love me
You will never hate me
by Paul Callus |
You think you’re the best
Your mind is at rest
You love with trust and zest
Believing that deep down he feels the same.
But now I’m afraid
His love could abate
It looks like it's too late
Already in his dreams he calls her name.
[I have to point out that this is not the usual tailed rhyme poem,
it's my own personal layout.]
by Tom Larrow |
faith, life, peace,
the unborn life, has thoughts to dream
would not, have yet learned how to scheme
would not have dreams of love nor hate
rainbows, seem to explain their state
as their liquid life, begins to abate
our past will speak to this unborn's fate
Why? How? What happened? Tears.
Maybe only seconds but, their dreams were here.
by Pontus Olin |
Now the world’s breath is drawn
Now sounds mute and colors blush
Now winds abate and darkness flees
Now her eyes
Now my heart
by Courtney Dyer |
girlfriend-boyfriend, husband, lost love,
Teacher, teacher what are you doing there?
You'll never find Mr. Goodbar in that snake pit.
Preoccupation with admiration is making you late.
Stop this insanity, madness abate.
Anticipating a prince but getting a frog
Absence of clarity
Walking into a thick, dense fog.
Trusting and naive
The amphibians deceive
And take your very breath from within you
So much strife, the end of life
And never finding that Mr. Goodbar.
by Dan Keir |
adventure, happy, holiday, home, hope, imagination, inspirational, journey, life, love, memory, peace, people, philosophy, places, recovery from..., stress, teacher, time, travel, urban, visionary,
Arabic labelling on bottles of water,
Room overlooking bricks and mortar,
Men want tips for being your porter,
Getting to food is a pitiless slaughter.
Piles of olives and eggs sit just right,
In bowls coloured an abyss of white,
Odd cuisine makes a peculiar sight,
This is the date I’ll be having tonight.
Cold meat and ham sit on your plate,
Plenty queues; too much time to wait,
Stomach rumbles, hunger won’t abate,
Hurry it’ll all be gone if you arrive late!
by Dan Cwiak |
angel, giving, home, inspiration, love, tribute,
Have you ever noticed the Angels around?
In this world, so many abound.
They influence our lives every day
At home, on the road, at work or play.
They are the people whose spirit is great.
They greet us with smiles, their laughs never abate.
They look like waiters, teachers, or just common folk
But their spirit is contagious and lighten the burden on our yolk.
You can find them in stores, restaurants, shops, and places miles away.
But you'll most likely find them in the place you call home today.
So, look a little closer at that person sitting down
It might just be an angel...one whose always been around.
by Lukasz Walterowicz |
confusion, depression, fear, introspection, loss, lost love, mystery, nostalgia, passion, philosophy, sad, space, time, visionary, words,
How to abate the loathing
When words mean nothing?
There are moments
In human existence
against baleful fate
One is left
with his thoughts
by all gods
by the world vile
gave him birth
in every spot
on the Earth
Where does his heart belong to
Never will he learn
How to console such a man
When all words would burn?
How to abate the loathing
When words mean nothing?
by Deb Wilson |
Closing my eyes and filling my soul
Music plays a major role
It's deeply embedded into me
As I become my reverie
The notes waft in,stress does abate
I'm filled with love and peace,not hate
Notes tumble out,joy enters in
The music reveals the calm within
Written by Deb Wilson
for contest "Music And Meditation"
sponsored by Dr. Ram Mehta
by Jo Bien |
when I ran on empty
you filled my life
what lays behind
days of heartbreak
and an eye that was blind
you touch my heart
and ease my mind
months of cold
and listless days
all of that erased
once again, I pledge my love
letting all the ghosts abate
by Anuj Ghimire |
lost love, love, life, world, life, love,
Cross my heart I will, for that I love you
Leave this world alone I will, if I ought to get you
Persecuted I was by thy words, oh so cruel
To love you was like a word’s duel
Your words showed signs of abate for my heart
Barren has been my life since we were apart
This place will never be a place to live without you
Angels like you to change one’s life are so few
Time I would surely stop if only I could
Regret in life for your love I never should
Once again I’ll tell you the thing you always knew
Whatever happens to the world I’ll always be there for you
by White Wolf |
goodbye, lost, lost love, love, love hurts,
She sits and waits for her love to return,
Does he remember how her heart burns?
She prays their love is the eternal flame,
And that he would never play love games.
She sits and waits for her love to say,
Oh, baby, only you make me feel this way,
The thought of losing her gallant knight,
To another maiden in his sight.
She sits and waits for her love to abate,
She senses it will, but is forced to wait,
So did he love her as she loved him?
Or was she simply his passing whim?
She sits and waits for her love to relay,
Perhaps he shall return in the passing of days.
by Cathi Spooner |
faith, grief, journey, sorrow, trust,
Faith walks with Sorrow and Suffering.
It’s Light buffering
too heavy to abate.
Why journey with these companions so unpleasant?
What purpose to achieve?
What must I leave
Faith walks with Sorrow and Suffering
All that does not conform
Faith allows my choices to be made.
Will I trust?
Will my heart not fade?
Faith beckons my blind eye to see
Far beyond me,
If I will but trust
And hold tight to Love.
It’s magic to behold;
Worth more than gold.
by Goode Guy |
introspection, life, loss,
my son was ten when this time began
and we all started measuring our time
with these odd numbers, nine and eleven
a counter-clockwise reversal of time
back toward when we saw an atomic clock
with a minute hand ten from the stroke
of Armageddon and would never let on
that we might swallow that fear to evoke
distrust and hate and let reason abate
from what mothers and grandmothers taught us
to "love one another" is not personally innate
it's easier to slip backward and obsess
about our certain destruction on this eve
a civilized mankind too hard to believe
© Goode Guy 2012-09-11
by fauxcroft wade |
cry, heart, inspiration, love hurts, pain, strength,
A heart in need is a heart that bleeds
Sad eyes weep as they perceive
A lost love slipping away
Or the plight of our humanity
So many things make our heartache
So many things cause us real pain
We wonder if this suffering will ever abate
Or is a life of suffering so much pain
Is always going to be my fate
Crushing me time and time again
Bearing down on my chest like a heavy weight
This life can be so very tiring
We have to find ways to be inspired
Beyond this suffering hurt and pain
We need to find the strength to rise again.
by Michael Grugan |
death, devotion, faith, family, introspection, lost love, mother, nostalgia,
Worn-torn hands and withered, cold,
So tender grasp a tarnished cross,
Which had long the lonely nights banished-
Safe passage to some brighter song...
For He whose image that metal boasts
Was storied born this day,
And though bent the frame, still's stout
the will that would some tribute give...
No trees or festive lights adorn
This bare and bleak abode-
Nor human touch to temper want
Or abandonment abate...
Then angels came to claim their own
Whom dear had Heaven held.
by Curt Mongold |
I am here and very near to you dear,
my peer who has time to rhyme
in this grime while I peek, and seek
to be meek with my gawking and stalking.
You can't see all of ME, so I free
instantly the hate that won't abate
in my state of delusion and confusion,
this illusion of us together, bird and feather.
How you tease and then please what I freeze
in memories as I dream of a theme
that you seem to not need as I bleed
for this seed you don't care to share.
Don't ignore me! Can't you see that to be
truly free you must sink to the brink
of the stink that is mine to define
as a sign of my love from above?
by Joyce Johnson |
May this, thy day, be a bright miracle,
Replete with well loved family and friends.
Not one cloud darest to the sunlight dim,
Love thou art feeling, that which never ends.
And may the light that shineth upon thee
Senteth from God and angels up above,
Be there to keep thy troubles few and wee.
May years together magnify thy love.
Problems cometh but quickly shall abate,
Divided as they now by two shalt be,
All of thy joys increased to twice as great
When shareth by two lovers such as ye.
May this, thy newly joined and wedded bliss
Be sealed fast by thy first connubial kiss.
lWritten for Kristin's Rennaissance contest.
by Richard Thomas |
abuse, adventure, marriage, murder, princess, wife, word play,
Saw the maid
While on parade,
He determined she
A timid wife would be.
In palace they were wed
And proceeded to royal bed.
There brutality revealed that he
Had neither conscience nor morality.
His depraved abusiveness did not abate,
So twenty years of misery became her fate.
Pretending to obey, she slyly managed to hide
Her inner deep revulsion till the hated despot died
Quite suddenly from cyanide amid her silent laughter.
So the new widow reigned as queen happily forever after.