color, love, rainbow, romantic,
by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Sometimes when matters are in the gray,
it ain’t always black and white
There are times when emotions are deep blue,
canary yellow thoughts can make us wanna fly, shy away
Then, bright orange glowing memories
bring gentle, evergreen smiles
As time’s seasonal change sunset down on us
Being lifelong lovers, we got
amethyst purple hearts of courage
that beats with
ruby red rhythms of loving perseverance
Here at this humble, brownstone garden abode,
two pink carnations have budded and bloomed
Now looking at the graying of the skies,
we can see the rainbows in each other’s eyes
Reflecting the soul spectrum of our love
by Raul Moreno |
In a carnal...cage of ribs,
A suffering heart laments.
In the abode of the soul...
...faint echoes of muted pain..
...grace the dark cavity of flesh.
Whispers of failures resonate..
The soul...a pure white dove of dreams.
Captive of freedom...imprisoned from love.
Shackled to an interior dungeon of depression.
Red rivers stream...through the body’s conduits,
Poetic lullaby’s gush...soothing the dove to slumber.
Dreams of love...nestled deep..
...aspire the joy that once was.
by Paul Callus |
With Gift in Hand (Cornish Sonnet)
He went in search of love’s abode;
far off she lived in solitude.
Along the narrow winding road,
in awe partook of nature’s charms
and forged ahead in eager mood
instilled by thought of waiting arms.
With gift in hand, a heartfelt ode,
he hummed the lyrics to a tune,
inhaled the fragrance, as he strode,
of the wild flowers wrapped in hues.
He knew his journey would end soon
beside his loving ardent muse.
He went in search of love’s abode
with gift in hand, a heartfelt ode.
31st December, 2015
Contest: Any Poem (Not for a Contest)
Sponsor: Broken Wings
by Keith O.J. Hunt |
The poet and the lonely road, betwixt his netherworld abode,
in canyons deep, and in seldom trodden creeps,
Always secrets, secrets....
too kept ----
he has made his humble abode, in the dark alone,
he sleeps ----
with vipers and white (sepulchre) tombs
He does not see the meadow, and daisies,
nor words of wisdom on his tongue;
fall away, to dark netherworld abodes....
Poet be he not, 'til fellowship and gratitude
be his home, and grace in word be his love;
of good cheer to all concerned and more ----
should even shadow knocketh,
of this he writes
Written in 2012
by dakarai cobb |
Welcome, little one, to the world!
Everyone had been slating,
Looking at their dates, while waiting,
Constantly, for you, little girl.
Once more, a precious little pearl
Makes her mark with perfect dating,
Exciting us all, by baiting
Every heart to take a twirl.
Zealously, I welcome you here!
Zestfully, I write you this ode!
Ezzelle, your birth will be held dear!
Life will lead you down happy roads!
Love will go with you far or near!
Enjoy your new humble abode!
by Dorian Petersen Potter |
faith, hope, inspirational, love,
T-he most fascinating book ever written, filled of so many
H-istorical facts and wonderful hopes for the future,
E-nvolving mankind at every level with God, our Creator
B-ook filled of so many hopes and promises with
I-ntructions on how to live a better life here,
B-efore departing this earth, which could guide us and
L-ead us to our Heavenly abode, after a very personal,
E-ncounter with Jesus Christ, our Lord and Saviour.
Dorian Petersen Potter
by Neldy Jolo |
inspirational, love, nature, nostalgia, peace, people, philosophy, places
A gem of a nation
An abode of peace
A treasure of empire
A haven of tranquility
A kingdom of treasures
An oasis of modern empire
A space of warmth greeting
A den of hospitable people
A neoclassical form of politics
A gateway to beyond comports
An avenue of understanding
An environment of treasures
An ancient Sultanate kingdom
An indeed pampering Brunei Darussalam
Bandar Seri Begawan
Negara Brunei Darussalam
December 30, 2008
Muharram 2, 1430
by John Gondolf |
love, romantic, sunset,
please meet me as the sun is setting
by the old mill road
we’ll spend an evening not forgetting
sharing heart’s abode
we’ll take a stroll down to the river
by the city park
and cling together as we quiver
feeling chill at dark
then count the stars up in the heavens
lying in the grass
while holding tight as passion leavens
touches that trespass
I long to hear your gentle whisper
softly in my ear
sweet words of love that make heart blister
begging to endear
tonight, my love, let’s meet at sundown
through the park we’ll stroll
together far away from uptown
losing all control
December 13, 2018
by poesy relish |
family, home, nostalgia, patriotic,
The cozy bed, the alarm, a fight to be first in choice
The honk, the rush and late for breakfast, moms voice
An abode brimming with love, happiness, dreams
A place of daily tiffs and of silly screams
home is where love exist, where family gleams
The familiar nature green and blooming
a surrounding, strangers yet loving
it is a prodigous family bound by the oneness
Treading together no matter how streanous
home is where my heart dwell, my country indegenous
© Nadiya (26 Jan '15)
*Placed 6th in the contest 'home sweet home' on 20th May 2015 by Skat A.
by Michael Mitchell |
baby, dedication, mom, mothers day, success, thank you, tribute, mothers day,
As life is created from her womb
Bountiful preparation is needed
Charisma, duty, and love
Develop the best care offered
Ecstatic for recording memorabilia
For such experiences occur only once
Given the opportunity to successfully grow
Home redefines as “elsewhere besides the abode”
Ill from separation
Joy still remains in the love connection
Kept in touch through messages of endearment
Life becomes more heartwarming
Mothers nurture endless dreams
*Since Mother's day is nearby, this poem is for all of the caring and devoted mothers out there!:)
by Mohammad Yamin |
dedication, life, love, sad,
Valley of flowers
And rainbows isn’t my abode
Share if you may
The thorns of my anguish
And be the balm of my wounds
by Gary Fields |
death, dedication, devotion, father, inspirational, peace,
I prefer to live in the
Ordinance of the Lord
Where truth and love
Can be found
I long to Reverence
In his Elegance
Where solutions' abode
In my Sorrowful Moment's
I-crave to see the light
I pray to the Lord
To keep me threw the night
by millard lowe |
analogy, child, death, faith, grief, joy, onomatopoeia,
Father To Son: Part II
(Apropos The Visit—Part II)
When you left
the lingering void sought
to shackle me
in the silent dungeon
of stoic grief.
Faith melted away remorse
and the psalms of reality
in living dreams spread a table
laden with a plethora of left joys
the God’s shared creation
that you past this way in your going;
ancestors cheered your chosen coming.
Where tears once watered
the flowers of your resting abode,
now laughter peels away the leaves
releasing petals of budding love;
and we’re now at peace
with your spirit forever here.
God is not mocked.
Take care we judge not.
Rest well, my sweet Prince.
by ITSOGHOLE O SOLOMON |
betrayal, character, desire, feelings, heartbreak, how i feel, love,
How looks thou love
That i see not, but desire
And never can hear or
Reach to touch and taste
As does Helen eludes me?
Why feign thy presence
As though the cool air
We can see and we do
Care to know of what
Substance it's composed
Or the waters of what
Contents made it so?
Where is thy abode
Then? Within the heart
Or strayed outside of it?
Who drives whose wits
And disguise itself?
Who is to be responsible
If thou hath Helen
And Helen is thee?
Show thyself now
If thou hath genuine that
I may know thee for real
But not without Helen
As with the wind and
Water we bother less
Of what they are but our
Breath and nourishment!
by Tahera Mannan |
devotion, , sweet love,
My blood with glitter shines
Sings with pure glee
For in my heart the light has began
Reaching for my soul
The right path is found
Strewn with rich colour
The soul is ready now
To uncover the glitter
His sweet love shines
Closer with every word
Making my life a glittery abode
The angels above the horizon
Bow their heads in reverence
To see the true light
Of this oracle so pure
So shine, oh glitter of mine
Shine for the time has come
To follow this right path
Up till the holy one.
For Nette’s Glow of Glitter contest.
by Joyeeta Neogi |
change, emo, emotions, farewell, first love, for him, grave, grief, heartbreak, heartbroken, imagery,
I buried you with love in the coffin of my heart,
When I realised that it was just a graveyard
Where people were born and they came for a short ride
And then decide to switch to a new life.
They leave the roads of my heart beyond repair
And now only meant to be an abode of farewell.
So, I hope you face a lot of love as I watch you embark,
And live an immortal in someone else's heart.
For love is not a luxury I can receive,
Because I was never a perfect fit.
by Awsaaf Ali |
death, love, rain, sad love, suicide,
For months, I waited to embrace her,
And then she came,
I cuddled her with no shame,
Standing naked under her presence,
Like the broken door of heavens,
She hugged me with impeccable love,
Smiled and presented a shove,
I was lost in her million eyes,
And then I begun making love with her...
Sucking her lips under her,
I opened my eyes and realized,
That every word she said, she lied,
I dint lie the only person who kissed, cuddled and made love to her...
Every person under her, she loved,
I crawled back into my abode,
Slashed my vein, and showed,
The love for her, as my blood mixed in her tears,
She wept, and there, forever, I slept.
by jai Garg |
lost lovelight, light,
A dry thirsty day quenched by the approaching night,
Those leaves shed under the gale of a light wind,
Nervous squirrels peeping through their green abode;
Nature playing havoc on a depressed soul.
That creeping thought of an unforgettable past;
An over powering urge for the same mutual love.
The brown crystalled eyes and a vague gentle form;
Alas! all lost in the midst of a lashing tide.
The pale sky and a deep red horizon,
Slow encroaching darkness over the drowning sun,
A shimmer of light from that stagnant pool;
The last remains of a sunset view.
by poesy relish |
boyfriend, passion, romantic,
The sun RETREATS to its abode as darkness overrun
Our eyes lock and his deep INTELLIGENCE reap sighs
KING of my heart bound by eternal love thereof
He then approach with a STRENGTH that will smitten
'My PRINCESS' his soothing whisper, 'my heart's only heiress'
Sheer pleasure send tremors sighting the GEM i treasure
BLESSED was the night on the spread of grass
We embrace as a SCHOOL of fish play chase
The riverside in the LIGHT was our secret hide
© Nadiya (1 Feb '15)
by Yolanda Jones |
art, i love you,
you entered my foundation
silence abode the quaint structures
of a meaningful gothic erosion
between a quiet reasoning
as I opened above the perfect
foundery beckoning precision
of a sensitive naught that quivered
and quaked throughout a bias time
tinged with morality that craved
an infamous pout where you collected
shells of sadness and compassion
well crafted amid the calm sea
forming a gentle finish abraisive
an yet shattered feelings abroad
that read I love you back
by Anoucheka Gangabissoon |
beauty, death, life, lost love, love, memory, love,
O Marvelous Mahal
Abode of love with no equal
Though I never saw you for real
I can sense your power so surreal
O Marvelous Mumtaz
Your story life would never erase
Your knight has you in eternal memory
Such is willed as your glory
O great edifice of love
Seeing you I wish to be a dove
Flying all over your structure
As the one to admire each of your feature
O life, shall you give me such an epic
Shall my story be such a relic
I pray to be as eternal as the Taj Mahal
Glorified by my knight so in love with my boreal!
by Jack Ellison |
life, love, spring, daffodils,
Nothing is more exhilarating
Than the first warm day of spring
As we shoo away old man winter
Listening to the birdies sing
Crocuses, daffodils, and tulips
Popping up to greet the day
Laughter reigns in nature's abode
Through the merry month of May
It feels like a whole brand new start
The world is young once more
Filled with joy and great expectations
As we knock on summer's door
Gayly sailing into the season ahead
Let's first enjoy the moment
A moment each year of true renewal
The joyful season of content
© Jack Ellison 2013
A bit premature perhaps?
by Amor Otong |
july, love, marriage,
A heart of gold
Love is to be told
A tiffany glass like made of
Thy color broke at best abode
Teary eyes, hiatus night
Lofty sentiments it might
Leaving the pastiche art of July
Reflection bygone she has to find!
Meres't whisper of thine precious diamond
Hail! Lenity in my world!
Don't let me fall Jody
It has the heart of gold
Now I am very telling and cold
Luxury it might seems for me
But it has beauty like Aphrodite
Depict no warranty
Indulgence all I can see
Will you marry me?
by Dorian Petersen Potter |
faith, hope, inspirational, love,
The most beautiful and fascinating book ever written,filled of so many
Historical facts and wonderful hopes for the future,
Envolving mankind at every level with God, our Creator
Book filled of hopes and promises with
Intructions on how to live a better life here,
Before departing this Earth, which could guide us and
Lead us to our Heavenly abode, after a very personal,
Encounter with Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior.
Dorian Petersen Potter
by Cona Adams |
change, lost love, son,
(A Blank Verse Sonnet)
The couch, a central theme in room's décor
of hunter green, sky blue and dusty mauve,
served well for years as extra bed for guests,
a restful place for favored pet to nap,
and seat where Grandkids loved to watch cartoons.
Though loath to part with such a gem, we gave
the couch a home in daughter's basement den,
until son's wife gave notice of divorce
and he was forced to find a new abode.
He shopped and found the perfect couch and chair
but finance rate has caused him to desist.
Although the condo's empty rooms brought gloom
he put his dreams on hold, agreed to wait,
then claimed the sturdy couch to serve once more.