autumn, lost love,
by Andrea Dietrich |
Like violets were her eyes when first I spied
the lady with a sweet child’s face who peeked
at me from bushes that she stood beside,
alluring Lilah, beaming, apple-cheeked!
And so it was that more and more I found
myself among the lilacs in that place
where first we’d met, that I might hear the sound
of Lilah’s laugh and glimpse her angel’s face.
On fragrant garden paths we knew the thrill
of blossoming affection. Poetry
was time we spent! But when my love fell ill,
the autumn of our bliss was not to be. . .
I visit Lilah now where she’s at rest
nearby the lilac blooms she liked the best.
by Susan Ashley |
life, lost love, sad love,
On pensive planes of wraith-like existence,
Are stoic shadows feigning affection;
Crimson lips of withering consistence,
Have lost their craze for craving confection.
Tear-filling prisms tilling a rueing sphere,
Pathos prowling, pity's wild and roaming;
Reminisce wind-blown is tumbleweed drear,
Bathos like bramble bur clings in gloaming.
Tin foil hearts' echo sad droning down-beat,
Rose petal ballet two rust figurines;
Today's gray sleet does douse yesteryears' heat,
Apathy's ennui directing the scenes...
Love once aflare in fanfare marigold,
Lies now a wizened weed, dried and stone cold.
by Akkina Downing |
happy, inspiration, love,
Love is a thing
You can't see it nor can you touch it
But you sure can see and feel its effect
A deep affection that fills you joyfully
You are drunk on happiness
It's always understanding
To accept the good, the bad, and the weak
It has no cultural condition
It sees no boundary nor race
It's fearless and flawless
It just flows limitlessly
It's God's love
Nailed to the cross for you and me
It's in you and me
It's I love you and you and you and God
I am drunk on happiness
Because HE loves me unconditionally
Akkina R Downing
by Daniel Cheeseman |
Light blue tears on parchment, how softly my pen
weeps for you. Ribbons of verse bind, pull tightly
on oozing emotions. Devoted words lie embalmed
in true affection, line upon line of adoration. I am
besotted in ink, controlled by a heart that fills my
page. My pen lies aside my love, my dreams, my
day and night and what you are to me. Your kisses
are the words planted and my future granted.
by Justin Bordner |
Just breathe with me, its okay
our affection can live beyond pain and distance,
just breathe with me when you need a good kiss,
just breathe with me when there is struggle to be stoked,
just bleed with me when nothing else matters,
just smile with me when star light touches your face
let your heartbeat dance with me across time and space...its okay
by Carolyn Devonshire |
Was there ever a time she doubted my love?
As a child, did I let her know how much her acts of kindness meant?
No one will ever love me as she did.
Decades have passed, but my heart still yearns for her touch.
Ageless is the affection for the mother who lives in my heart.
*Written March 15, 2015, in honor of my mother who passed far too young in 1984.
by Andrea Dietrich |
A yearning for affection and romance
can cause one’s getting scorched by passions’ flame.
Love blooms if it is given a fair chance,
but some attempt to play the scoundrel’s game!
A tender soul can be bamboozled by
the man who has an inner soul of ice.
The love that he professes is his lie,
and cherishing himself alone - his vice.
The one he lured will struggle to maintain
her doomed relationship with him; she’s torn!
The taste of love once sweet turns into pain,
for what she offers is returned with scorn.
Abominations always will exist.
Take care one's not a scoundrel you have kissed!
For Dictionary fun....#1...Delilah's Words! Poetry Contest
by Tim Smith |
Southern breezes serenade the canopy
swaying the branches and tickling the leaves
spilling light drops of splendor embracing me
Liquid comfort consoling a fading breath
again feeling alive securely within her arms
fighting off a long drought in the face of death
Fleeting the memories danced through the rain
unguarded two souls were soaked in affection
thoughts and touches one couldn't contain
Joys shared together can never depart
A moment but brief sits in this heart
Brief memories contest by FJ Thomas
by Venkatesh Raghava |
The cluster multiply in blood
And is trying to invade the world
Spreading from east to west
From the land of shaolin to cowboys.
But bond of blood is thicker
When in family everyone other care
With love and affection repelling the imposter
As heart of humans sings same tune in nature.
So the global invader to resist
With love in your heart persist
Although some may die
Others for their life can give another try.
by Bobby May |
Translucent I see
With reasoning power
Grasping your conception
Attending your desires
Aloof is of this heart
I will mend making it whole
Light will shine again
Time will turn old into new
Laughter into sound
Will come once again
Affection will be touched
Love will not be just a word
by Kelly Deschler |
death, flower, lost love, metaphor, red, rose, sad love,
Red velvet petals, only I, seduce,
With hidden danger under the disguise,
My fingers feeling shyly, I reduce,
Thorns sharpen, ready, waiting the unwise.
Before me, bleeding poison, I assume,
This flower withered, shriveled the entire,
A dark extracted substance, the perfume,
No beauty, only sorrow, I admire.
Withdrawn I wept lamenting the depart,
A rosebud, crimson, youthful, I erased,
A lifeless flower, never I impart,
nor taken with affection, I embraced.
Written by Kelly Deschler October 23rd, 2014
by Kelly Zakerski |
family, girlfriend-boyfriend, husband, lost love, sad
C heating can ruin a
H appy marriage
E specially when there is
A lienation of affection
T hat deals with someone’s
E motions and can
R uin your love forever.
by Gene Bourne |
analogy, assonance, character, desire, feelings, longing,
I composed a song version of this poem with different lyrics but the same "beat".
When you see three "dots" ... pause for a second.
All it took...
Was your hand caress my neck...
As you passed.
Or a word...
Of affection, not some play...
You were cast.
No gifts... to please,
No wants... appeased.
So few... the signs,
Your eyes... were mine.
What we wished was truly there...
When it's not.
No ones fault...
She can't be the fantasy...
You had sought.
Only happens when
Two hearts have
Joined as one...
I will wait for
Love to come.
by Chittaranjan Dey |
love, romance, me, lost, beauty, longing, beauty, hair, longing, lost, me,
Your beauty extends
Into the heaven
Whispering secrets of
Happiness and affection.
You look up at me and smile
With crinkles in the
Corners of your eyes.
The smooth beauty of bare skin,
Soft stroke of hair like feathers.
I'm lost in the smell of
Your hair & skin,
Your eyes pierce my soul.
Gaze upon me
With those eyes again,
I'm longing to be lost
In your embraces.
You are exquisite fire,
A smooth burn of wild beauty.
Your curly, long, light-burgundy hair frames
An exquisite blend of exotic beauty.
Your touch sends me over the edge,
A longing which no verses can describe.
by Christopher Thor Britt |
life, love, romance, romantic,
O love, my love…where in this lonesome hour
Can my heart with sweet abandon find you there?
If chance upon the wind, you do float as lotus flower
Would on my earthen bed you gladly fare?
I am your silent lover…though cloaked in gentile guise
With lips, mine own affection would I treat you
And in the twilight’s gloaming your embrace there would I prize
If fate would look away while there I greet you.
O suitors, I commend thy will to win her proffered hand
While exile finds me close enough to see
Yet mark this, would be lovers, her hand there you may find
But her gentle heart was offered first to me.
~Christopher Thor Britt
by Jack Ellison |
Have a good friend
Here on the Soup
Affectionately known as
Betty Boop from Beirut
A talented lady
This sweetest of sweethearts
By a margin quite large
Each day to the fullest
She expresses her love
Her passion for life
And the Man up above
My life's been enriched
Since meeting Miss Boop
So happy to have met her
Here on the Soup
It's not every day
We find such connection
With another soul
With such great affection
Have a good friend
Here on the Soup
Affectionately known as
Betty Boop from Beirut
© Jack Ellison 2013
by Julie Grenness |
feelings, love, men, retirement, romance, women,
Here, I dwell in no man's land,
On the flip side, there's men unwomanned,
They can be a miserable band,
Desperately seeking a hand,
I read their profiles for online dating,
Is this pulp fiction they're creating?
"Honest, sensuous, sincere men here,
Tactile and reliable...", Great, my dears,
All searching for affection,
BUT, I want your ex's true opinion!
Can I have her phone number, please?
What do you mean she's overseas,
Like forever and permanently?
Oh, really, really, really.....
What does your ex say about you, please?
Why complain about her to me?
Honestly, why are you unwomanned?
While, here I dwell in no man's land.........
by delysia hendricks |
lost love, love,
True love lost direction
when bloomed my affection
for you, who magically weave word
by your comic verse written
my long-dead emotions were stirred
yours and mine
the order of the day
word-sparring and witticism
rhyming and rhythm
intoxicating; who needs rosé?
By poetry joined
rich phrases we coined
muuuchly our lives intertwined
o'er miles merged our aura
with a burning urge for a
naked horizontal align
When in waltzed a skirt
you hit pay dirt
a writer within her own right
my utopia thwarted
firm resolve faltered
my love remains steadfast despite
by Manmath Dalei |
Love is nectar.
Love is heaven.
Heaven like home, we always need
where soul ever smiles,
never feels tension.
you are my music,
I am your musician.
Love is trust.
Love is hope.
Hope hands success
after little failure
or without any flop.
Your are my ocean,
I am your raindrop.
Love is life.
Love is relation.
Relation can only be cemented
with mutual trust
and extreme affection.
You are my ink,
I am your pen.
Love is thought.
Love is brain.
With a sagacious brain
we can fly to our goal
without any pain.
You are my blood,
I am your vein.
by Maggie Mae McAfee |
happiness, love, son,
My heart shaped ruby wishes to be loved and excepted,
Shining brightly for a single affection by one adored man,
Noticed and caressed has given the luster gleaming joy.
Entry~Catie Lindsey~Stoned Contest
by Stacy Stiles |
life, recovery from..., sad,
Ignorant to the favoritism; a desire to be special too
Naïve to all the sarcasm and criticism; finding it easy to subdue
Validity still not broken as I feverishly try to understand
Insanely searching for something; waiting upon your command
Silence numbs my body; reaching out for a delusion to hold
Imperfect vanishing appearance; a love so wrongfully cold
Brazen on the outside; while dying on the inside all alone
Love is all I ever yearned for; not this affection carved in stone
Eagerly waiting for a sign; will you see, or are you forever blind?
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
by Dr. Upma A. Sharma |
Saying that invisible and unseen is God,
Ultra divine powers I saw in my mother's lap,
Mannequins could turn alive with her one touch,
Inspiring and motivating is her immense love,
Tolerance and patience is she embellished with,
Reminisce the times she nurtured me in affection,
Admire His blessings for me on this earth !!
Written March 20th, 2015
For contest "Acrostic on mother" by Tammy reams
*Sumitra is my loving mother's first name, God bless her.
Awarded 2nd place win
by BL DEVNATH |
love's fireworks beauty
ignites from hearts' affection
intense light of love
as corals in sea
scenic beauty in eyes' sky
Xanadu's stars smile
Date when judged: 13th June 2016
by Ken Carroll |
beauty, love, miss you,
A hidden treasure
shiny and gold
underneath my pillow
almost a perfect circle
from a lovely earlobe
on the gypsy lover
that came and went with the moon.
The wind has brought me
her name this morning
I recall the blue and gold scarf
that draped her shoulders
bright red lips slightly apart
affection waiting to love
my gypsy lover with golden earring..
This symbol of such beauty
when the light bathed them
they had a sort of twinkle
elegance and grace
adding to her loveliness
mimicking in a strange way
this piece of her left behind
Perhaps she will return to retrieve it
my heart awaits!
~ ~ ~ ~
by S.Jagathsimhan Nair |
Watching a Sunset
Sunset in the sky, in colorful splendor
Sunset of life, a remembrance of blunders
Sunset of love, a matter of dejection
As love once was of unstinted affection.
A play of oranges, golds and reds in sky
As a posse of thoughts are passing me by.
Digressing to dream of a golden mountain
And a falling sun filtering through fountains
I flit back to view the spectacle in the sky
Now, a poetic play of hues as, home, birds fly.
For Skat's contest on 27/6/2013