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by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: love, marriage,

Comfortable Love

Some painters challenge us with art abstract
We study them and speculate intent
My love, he takes the short route; it’s a fact
He speaks three words, no question what he meant

The intellectuals look for new ways
To speak of love in words no one has heard
Or verse for songs that no one ever plays
For love is truly greater than a word

His aqua eyes convey a heart that’s true
On chilly nights, his warm arms hold me close
No words he speaks, but do not misconstrue
When love is true, who needs the grandiose

We’ve learned to find peace in the quiet time
Together any steep path we can climb





February 5, 2020


by Laura Leiser |
Categories: baby, life, mystery,

Lexi's Preconceived Womb

Life giving womb, silent and sacred
Mystical, blood red, embryo connected
Cords from umbilicus, abstract limbo
Unborn life, undiscovered, now growing.

Within the confines of limited space
As yet unknown, haven from the world
Unborn life, feeding moment by moment
Pressing lines, altered shapes, now reliant.

Cover the little child, unborn, in love
Keep it protected, now undisturbed
Freedom in birth, to live and to breathe
Hope for the future, this new life, to live.





Written on 5/20/2015



by Paul Callus |
Categories: art,

Lexi

She mixes coffee with her art.
With love she wields her trusty brush.
Her youthful vigour plays a part.
She mixes coffee with her art.
Abstract and complex rule her heart.
Meticulous and in no rush
She mixes coffee with her art.
With love she wields her trusty brush.

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Contest: Lexi’s Art/Life Story
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Placed 2nd

by Emile Pinet |
Categories: emotions, feelings, hurt, love, sad,

Scripted Tears

Life’s like a poorly penned poem
punctuated by emotions.
And lacking in substance and weight
dreams are abstract and mystical.

Influencing your heart and soul
love touts its own philosophy.
And acknowledges its existence
as the pinnacle of feelings.

Sometimes life’s profoundly painful
while at others it’s filled with joy.
Yet there are similarities
found within its overall theme.

Hope's the predominant rhythm
encouraging feats of magic.
And escaping reality
hides within thoughts of fantasy.

Curiosity turns life’s page
always leaving you wanting more.
And life becomes an illusion
conjured to appease scripted tears.

by Randall Smith |
Categories: on writing and words

Poetry by any other name

Poetry is poetry....
It's anyones point of view
From classical to the abstract
It's just a point of view....

Love lost and found..
Beauty so everlasting...
The soul lives forever...
In sonnets so perfect....

Is that what you want to hear?

Or maybe something dark
Her death was my life ended...
Like a candle put out...
Half burned....

Or maybe just for fun....

We laughed and sang silly songs
Together...on the beach
In the moon light...
I gave myself to you....

In reality....I am who I am...
A man...just trying
To express a feeling or two
That I know you might like....

It's just as simple as that....

by Lewis Raynes |
Categories: art, beauty, growth, peace, strength, symbolism,

Glass art

Frozen to perfect, stiff, fixed and fast, 
Forever replicating exact,
Transparent colours of love and beauty, 
Forever being abstract,

She’s a water kingfisher, with a purple song box, 
Or ocean wave smashing to shore,
Forever being a shimmering dog, 
Or a magnificently powerful horse,

She can be hard and solid, reliably strong, 
Unflinching to hurt, rage or pain,
Or she can be a delicate fragile of perilously weak, 
Carrying your toast of champagne,

She’s our beautiful glass, our goblet of glaze, 
Our sculptured trichromatic quartzite,
She’s everything beautiful wrapped into one, 
Illuminating a rainbow of light.

by Vermillion Scythe |
Categories: analogy, deep, kiss, love, metaphor,

Ruby

A ruby
is a precious abstract value
spiritually creating endless joy to the one
holding her tenderly
not a single tear
not a single scar
in all the decades to come
after the first kiss

by Line Gauthier |
Categories: devotion, faith, integrity, marriage, together, true love, trust,

LOVE IS



Love is the commitment based on respect
To forge an alliance in ways abstract
When two hearts unite as life's architect
Their souls intertwine by a karmic pact

Knitting the fabric of their daily life
Blissful togetherness its foundation
Nurturing exchanges devoid of strife
Each other the object of affection

Unblemished trust is the almighty glue
The strength to surmount any obstacle
Promise to be loyal faithful and true
Protecting fiercely our inner circle

Sometimes we're needing to work through baggage
To heal within a small child with damage



Submitted on March 2, 2019, for contest WHAT IS LOVE sponsored by SILENT ONE  -  RANKED 2ND

by Albert Ahearn |
Categories: death, lost love, love, wife

A Haunting Love

It’s surrealistic in what I see
In the most unlikely places, in fact.
Especially when unexpectedly
They appear before wearily eyes, abstract.
Was eating my usual cereal: 
Shredded wheat with sliced ripen banana.
Staring back from my empty spoon revealed
A face, the ghost of my Marianna.
Startled, yet saddened, my head turned around
Expecting to see my wife’s lovely face.
Instead I had found a man with a frown
Mirroring back from a glass-door bookcase.
Her haunting visits, this angel of death
Will continue I guess till my last breath.

by James Swartz |
Categories: lost love,

Forward in fifteen minutes


Looking forward to see behind me 
is the anthem I fly through the night 
showing the glisten in fifteen minutes

Waiting in line to doubt the find 
that led me to you above the abstract 
out of my mind and into your arms

Under sought and over abundance 
in advance of the over rated I listen 
in earphones to carry away your voice

Such is the anthem of lovers logging 
hours beneath the covers that hide 
the tight end of the world in your eyes

Looking behind me to see the forward 
feeling the guilt of losing you all over 
the pain lasts longer than fifteen minutes

by Howard Bull |
Categories: happiness, holiday,

Sunbathing - a summer poem

The warmth of the sun holds you in an embrace
Like a lover, gently kissing your neck and your face
Your body relaxed, almost slipping away
Your thoughts, abstract notions, hold reality at bay 

Strange drifting shapes inside your closed eyes
The laughter of children, the buzzing of flies
Boy chats up girl, so beautifully tanned
Your love, lies beside you, reaching out for your hand

Breezes send sand grains to sensitive places
Sticky kids run amok with their ice-creamed faces 
The splash of the water, the fragrant tan lotion
Your cares, just like flotsam… float off on the ocean

by Jared Pickett |
Categories: imagination

Mushroom Red Mark*** Triple Acrostic***

Marks from the shroom exposed as you
Undress, I caress your
Silky thigh-way, blessed by the mess you
Have made. lay down boo and
Rest the night has reached it's crest.
Overtime I'll relieve your stress, I'm 
Obsessed... your life with 
Me is inevitable, give up on your protests..

Requests will be satisfied,
Embraced, we can pass any test
Discover this love, I'm undefeated in my conquest...

Mellifluous sounds impress, harmonious melody 
Abstract through cyber chats.. Your 
Requests assist the prince to show you bliss, come 
Kiss this man, rub your hands upon his chest.
Sample his skin and leave a hickey on his breast...

Jared Pickett
5/29/2010
Asavvy1

by Aaron McIntosh |
Categories: absence, deep, first love, grief, heartbroken, missing you, poetry,

I Miss

I miss the remedies of our past selves,
I miss the extract of blight from the tip of your lips.
I miss your abstract sunrise tumbling down your shoulders,
I miss the offset emeralds looking outward.
I miss our blaze that once caught the world on fire,
I miss the passionate extremities of our youth.
I miss the quite afterthoughts of the nights spent together,
I miss the way you removed me from my paradox.
I miss our alikeness, our kindled spirit,
I missed your final words.
I miss,
I missed.

by Shaz Cheesman |
Categories: imagination, life, visionary,

Colours of Life

The colours of life, love of my abstract mind
Bright and vivid, my thoughts intertwined
Tastes so crisp and sweet, what a delight
Fresh and new like pulled straight from the vine
Life is such a path with lots of twists and turns
You just never know, what you will learn
Flourishing us with beauty til the day is done
Or revealing us adversity, a challenge begun 
Life is such an interwoven tapestry of colours
But worthy of value no matter how dark
Whatever the colours of your journey
They are what they are, your diversity of life!

by Tonytocaa Camacho |
Categories: internet, love, poems, word play,

Internet quill




Not 
Quite 
Day
Not yet
Night
Luminous 
vibes
Abstract minds
Cruise to fuse
Words of
wonder
Cruise to fuse
Song to send her
Express a verse
Dancing lyrical
Up and down
In and out
Soul Reflections
In love 
From me 
to you..





by Rob Cochran |
Categories: body, fun, funny, hilarious, humor, humorous,

Adventures in Yoga

What sort of abstract performance art
Have I suddenly become a part?
It was not my intent to be bent
Beyond the limits of my body's content.
I'm not accustomed to being nose to nose
With my toes, my knees, or elbows
And I fear that everyone knows
No matter how hard I try
I cannot touch my ear to my thigh!
Just relax and breath deep. That's right; let it go
And act like I love it so people won't know
The agony to which I've resigned
In order to get my chakras aligned.

by Hassoon Hijazi |
Categories: allegory, death, funeral, loss, love, mystery, philosophy, recovery from..., sad, autumn,

Silence

It makes no sense to 
Withdrawals what left with yesterday
Anonymous love...
We await the return of the dead,
Wondering what is it on the other side!!
Yet.. Nobody comes, and nobody speaks to us,
Silence overnight,
Without croaking frogs, without sparkling stars..
Only an abstract panel, 
Where the sky with the earth join in the line of sight
Hunger for beauty,
An explosive eager attached to the shoulders of gods,
While funeral prayers embrace yellow autumn leaves.. 
Then I asked you: do you remember when we infiltrated beneath the scrolls of time?
Ambigous destiny awaits my love
Oh, I got my soul in after life...


by Earl Schumacker |
Categories: appreciation, change, creation, humanity, life, science, visionary,

To Build A Better Human

To build a better human use a robot
Genetics are overrated and outdated
Androids make the perfect man
With nuts and bolts who needs a soul

Love your machines
They come with metallic hands
With instructions to construct
Transgender bathrooms built to last

Humans make great pets
When inoculated they are the best
Venereal diseases are a breeze 
Hmm.... Are they really needed?

Bots speak bot languages
Abstract thoughts are optional
Don't need visas to get about
Robots work non stop for free

No clocks to punch or dirty thoughts
Void of affection and infections
They follow the instructions of God's plan
To build a better man

by Osman Gani |
Categories: adventure, love, passion, space, visionary, together,

TWO HEARTS BEATING AS ONE

Our two hearts are beating in One hemisphere,
Throbbing in same rhythm and in same nerve.
Our souls subsist in bodies so far yet too near
Like two molecules of a single atomic curve.

Our love connects the guild of our blood veins
And we respire through the unseen lung of love,
We share together each joy and all of the pains.
Our hearts are two white wings of a flying dove.

These two hearts will beat together until we die
And mock dying Death with the eternal reunion
As even in abstract body of infinity they will lie
Forever as two blissful hearts beating as One.

by Christopher Remele |
Categories: death,

Abstract Love

My tooth is the answer,but it aches all the same
Visions of my heart pumping, making me insane
I feel the love down in my soul
My only regret is I have no gold
The real thing I wonder, Is my feeling my own?
Or is it an illusion,that I have chosen to behold
The object of my obsession is a visual delight
A circus of curves and actual light
I know I can see but I wonder if I can hear
My truth is knocking sending me waves
Dipping my toe to the mystical purple haze
Bam ! the shot is loud,I feel the bullet penetrate my skin
My lover staring,  acting so serene
I float out of my body and see myself within
I love to love it's my only way in 

by John Rhinem |
Categories: hope, life, love,

Showcase Crowds

Mingling showcase crowds gathering amid the contemporary chambers 

Within this the modern day museum of the poisoned pilloried minds....

Subjugation piercing the thresholds beneath conscious perceptions views!?

Gazing as deeper into the contortions abstract of framework they go

Entranced assimilations aside artful disassociations; brushed with black  

And blues colours and hews, of acrylic paintings hung upon the galleries 

Mesmerizing, paradoxic walls growing collection in....

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....Extramurals multiple personality disorders?!

by Tammy Myers |
Categories: inspirational, love, romantic,

Together We Stand

In this romantic canvas of love
we are standing side by side
gazing into the skyline of heaven

So softly reminiscing over the 
beautiful memories we have 
cultivated over the years

Our eyes are connected with nature's
inspirational trees of life
admiring the leaves of gentleness,
kindness and the roots of true belief

Together we stand; as the abstract of 
God's sunlight beam immensely upon
our radiant and silky caramel color skin

So, gracefully articulating the portrait
of elegance

by Tricia Campese |
Categories: break up, depression, first love, for him, goodbye,

Him

Of course I miss him.
Maybe not as much as I used to,
but I still find it hard to sleep at
night.
The feelings bury themselves into my stomach,
and ache until I move.
Sometimes they try to claw their way out,
up my throat.
But they're just feelings.
Abstract and invisible.
So they sit
And cement themselves into my bones.
And I wait until they go to sleep.
Then I can finally close my eyes.
Of course I miss him...

by John Rhinem |
Categories: hope, life, love,

Assimilations Abstract Theory

Wakeful dispensations....

Traveling down reproaches weaving road at the speed of mono sound!?

Disintegrations decay within the rearview mirrors fiery blow-by-blows

Smoke and debris transformations strewn about whirlwind trails of sins

Destructive tales to form this phenomenon through, vestibules cryptic....  

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....Crucible amid, assimilations abstract theory?!

by Diana Bosa |
Categories: absence, blue, heartbroken, pain, sad love, science, science fiction,

Semaphore

Within your system 
of abstract data I'm the
invariable 
one; the broken semaphore
who yearns for an error-patch.