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Poem Details | by
White Wolf |
Categories:
analogy, joy, love,
Such lovely lilac and crimson tones,
As a rainbow of colours fill the sky,
Radiant and beautiful soothes my bones,
Takes me above the clouds so far and high.
Captured in a moment of total bliss,
Wondering all the time what is life for?
Suspended in awe like a lovers kiss,
Never felt like this to my very core.
Love all around and it's time I was found,
Beauty everywhere can't you see her smile,
Smiling at you and smiling all around,
It's time you gave love a chance for awhile.
But leave me above the clouds, here I'll stay,
I have found love in a different way.
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(Ten syllables per line)
31~10~16
Poem Details | by
Silent One |
Categories:
analogy, lost love, love hurts,
she was a caterpillar,
i her cocoon
she was the music
i her dance
she was the rose
i her thorns
she was lost among the stars
i showed her the moon
i drifted like a tepid breeze
but she was lost in the storm
she was right
i was not wrong
she lit the fire
i burnt like hell
Simple Musing
Silent One
23 October 2018
Poem Details | by
Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick |
Categories:
analogy, betrayal, hope, love,
So she broke your heart and bled you
left you to drown in the dark waters
of melancholia that has kept you entombed
so long within its frozen grasp
So she broke your heart and bled you
left you lost in the forest of disenchantment…
stripped your soul like the northern winds
that strip bare the sturdy oaks
So she broke your heart and bled you
tossed you to the Ninth level of Hades
where your heart has lain in fragments
where your hopes appear like fallen ashes
So she broke your heart and bled you
never look back to what has been
we’re both needing resurrection
let love stake its claim
~*~
9/25/13
Poem Details | by
Eve Roper |
Categories:
analogy, love,
In the midst of midnight twilight
Silence gently fades in a cascade
Warm wist embrace of a blazing sun
Tension burst in darken moment made afraid
Roaring voices sounds of thunder
Epic heartbeat tsunami waves break away
Swelling sated of explosion love
Warm cinders soothes the budding moment ray
Tranquil dreams of sorrow
Love like there is no tomorrow
4/2/2016
Poem Details | by
CHRISDAD KOJO ARTHUR |
Categories:
analogy, assonance, beauty, care, imagery, joy, love,
LOVE ME LOVE MY INK
Did I make you happy?
Did I use my dexterity?
Did you fall in love?
Did you love the ink?
My hand is ready
Tell me that feeling
That Indescribable feeling
Only the ink understands
Only the poet has the hands
Love me Love my ink
Poem Details | by
Caleb Calvo |
Categories:
analogy, destiny, for her, inspirational love, love, relationship, wedding,
Why is a rose a symbol of love?
Is it the lushious velvety red color?
Is it the beautiful spiral the petals make?
Or is it the gestures that come with the rose?
Why are roses the common flower for Valentine's Day?
Is it perhaps the same in general?
My interpretation of the rose is quite deeper.
The stem being the point in time where we first connect The thorns being the obstacles we face together.
The lushious velvety red color being the happiness and color of our beaming faces on our wedding day.
And the beautiful swirling petals being the illustrious and amazing life we live together.
Poem Details | by
L. J. Carber |
Categories:
analogy, beauty, celebration, love, wisdom,
When flowers die, they die slowly-
edge by edge the petals curl,
still, silently, without complaint....
Unlike us,
cut flowers should be let go
before the first tinge
of death while they are yet
radiant in deepest color.
We, however, must stay alive long,
long past our first bloom--
till we have crinkled and brutishly
browned with excess time.
Yet we have what flowers have not:
our love for them dies with them
while our love for our beloved blooms,
more resplendent with long years,
lasting past the fading,
lasting past even death itself....
Poem Details | by
Paloma P |
Categories:
allegory, analogy, drink, funny love, humorous, hyperbole, romance,
She was like Bordeaux,
a tall drink of spirit
He was more a hopped
pale lager like Pilsner,
both gorgeous and
super gingered flavors,
although clashing mid
respective savored aplomb,
one so refined the other
rowdy after hours,
yet they complimented
each other in the way
they blended their
drunken demeanors,
intoxicated by mere
existence of nature's
essential complexities
Poem Details | by
Laura Breidenthal |
Categories:
absence, allegory, analogy, angst, change, confusion, corruption, crazy, creation, dark, life, light, lonely, loss, love,
In vile defeat I confided to helplessness
I cringed knowing I know so little
As inadequate as I am I felt responsible
I felt responsible to know everything
In this mentality I suffered long nights
Over thinking myself and overlooking life
Until I gave up the pain for a little while
And took a deep, dark look to the other side
Poem Details | by
Edwin Hofert |
Categories:
analogy, butterfly, desire, i miss you, imagery, love, together,
BUTTERFLIES
I’d like to spend the night with you.
For the rest of my tomorrows.
Chasing away our loneliness.
And blocking out our sorrows.
While we lay there in the dark.
The only thought in mind.
The comfort we have found.
And joys we’ve yet to find.
No worries of the future.
No worries of wrong or right.
I just long to hold you.
Throughout the dark of night.
To be there when the day light.
Steals its glory from your eyes.
Sending news that you’re awake.
On wings of butterflies
Edwin C Hofert
Poem Details | by
millard lowe |
Categories:
analogy, beauty, blessing, celebration, growth, love, marriage,
GROWING OLD…
(And We’re Still Together, Babe)
Growing old together,
We’ve mellowed
Like
Fine wine.
How
Much more
Our love
Is to refine
As we ride
The waves of passing time.
Neither sting-
Less death
Nor defeated graves
Can claim
The victory over
The sacred love that is
The essence of us:
Of our story.
Ah,
The children
Came and left
And now we’re all alone:
You, me
And the dogs.
Praise God!
The children
Are
Now in their own home!
Poem Details | by
James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories:
analogy, appreciation, confusion, for her, friendship love, i love you,
FRIEND MAY I LOVE YOUR HEART---
shall I cry again
I shall embrace your shadow
whisper in your eyes
again shall I cry
being more than just a friend
allow me to love
may I be more than
just a friend may have loves heart
shall I cry again
1/14/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
Poem Details | by
Charlie Smith |
Categories:
analogy, love, spring,
her love
was no less tender
than the first bloom of spring
teardrops on her cheek
glistened like morning dew
I wondered...
how is it possible that I am
the only one that noticed
what more could she be to me
Poem Details | by
Edwin Guto |
Categories:
analogy,
In a certain far land,
In it there existed,
This knight of love,
Who in it insisted.
This knight of love i say,
"I want my rib,"said he,
"All the cost i will pay,"
Were the words spewed by thee.
Many a beholder he had,
That never wanted him dead,
That all cherished him to the brim,
For he was a big a dream.
In this same far land,
There existed a beautiful girl,
Who the night of love loved,
With a love engraved in his heart.
Poem Details | by
Joe DiMino |
Categories:
analogy, desire, love, philosophy, romantic love, wife, wisdom,
Should I write again of love?
Surely, by now, the moon
has had her full; and those
luxury cruses best put off,
taxes long overdue; besides,
those who love well
love well in a canoe--
which is precisely my point--
love is never through:
For the wind loves the bird---
that’s why he flies; as much
for the wind as his own
bird’s eyes; and why such
manic caw? Much like
our spastic cries—in the
climax of it all, he knows
even if he falls,
love never grows old…
and love
never dies….
Poem Details | by
Hani Gholami |
Categories:
analogy, anger, appreciation, beauty, first love, lost love, wisdom,
I dreamt of you again last night.
I held you with all my might.
Tears flowed from my face,
as i yearned to never leave your embrace.
The smell of your skin, the taste of your tears
the sound of your laughter, joy without fear.
That moment a treasure,
but the treasure was a dream.
If dreams were reality and reality was a dream,
I would sail right to heaven to be redeemed.
I would walk on water with you by my side,
in eternal bliss we would forever abide.
But dreams are just streams of healing at night,
this wound has been one of the hardest to fight.
And I will keep dreaming of you till the stars have no light,
for you were my baby but the times were not right.
Poem Details | by
Gregory R Barden |
Categories:
analogy, love, metaphor, relationship,
Who do you think you are?!?
You use your tears like money,
Each one paying for another excuse ...
Lies dripping with feigned empathy,
And staining honesty like blood.
Yet these briny drops fall to me,
Pressed between our empty pages ...
Like a dried rose once given in love, cherished,
Now, left to wither ... thorns and all.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Who Do You Think You Are" Poetry Contest
Caren Krutsinger, Judge & Sponsor.
Poem Details | by
Vermillion Scythe |
Categories:
analogy, deep, kiss, love, metaphor,
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
Poem Details | by
Pheko Motaung |
Categories:
analogy,
I will die for love
Fear is a lifetime of pain
Death is my joy
Call the gun men and pay
Those who can shoot straight
Poem Details | by
White Wolf |
Categories:
analogy, love hurts,
How can I flood your waters
when your barriers hold me back?
How can I fill your mind
when it's preoccupied and blind?
How can I fulfill your needs
when there is no way of pleasing these?
How must I cross your mountains
when your forest is so thick inside?
How can I fly through your skies
when you cloud the vision of my eyes?
How can I swim through your oceans
when your undertow keeps pulling me down?
How can I walk through your deserts
when your sandstorms keep blinding me so?
How can I kiss you gently
when you disguise the love I know?
A collaboration with Carole Duet.
Poem Details | by
Subimal Sinha-Roy |
Categories:
analogy, color, love,
Time stood still with me
on aegean beach at tiffany twilight hours,
the cold sun sank in admiral splendor
beyond the lapis horizon,
the cobalt sea soaked the cyan sky
ribboned by periwinkle cloud
blown by aquamarine breeze.
You came flying on its sapphire wings,
slate hair kissing teal lips, lacing prussian eyes.
From azure shadow of waves
I swam in turquoise glint of your eyes,
sank deep in your indigo heart
embracing me with cerulean serenity.
July 13, 2018
Poem Details | by
Gregory R Barden |
Categories:
analogy, longing, love, metaphor,
How quickly
We fall prey to love
Devoured whole by the need to be needed
No matter how long or high or thick the walls
No matter the time spent in isolation building them, formidable
They crumble to dust with but a whisper of hope
Of love and the needs attached
At its mercy
Forever.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Contest Number 505 Any Form Or None" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Poem Details | by
Emile Pinet |
Categories:
12th grade, analogy, emotions, feelings, i love you, imagery, love,
You are my love and I am yours
you are the rudder; I'm the oars.
When I shut my eyes, you are there
like the answer to my prayer
when I take a breath, you're the air.
You found my heart behind closed doors
then took me to the ocean shores
and taught me that sometimes life’s fair.
You are my love.
When I ache; your presences cures
dismantling games without scores.
At your touch passion's flames flair
forging one heart two lovers share
melded together at our cores.
You are my love.
(Rondeau)
July 26, 2018
Rondeau Poetry Contest (image #3)
Joseph May
Poem Details | by
Abraham Elizondo |
Categories:
analogy, beauty, first love, girl, image, imagery, love,
She is the Desert
hot, radiant, dangerous
One I dare not cross
Poem Details | by
Anna Hopper |
Categories:
analogy, corruption, love,
Her love was a tropical hurricane
Drowning the souls who fell victim
The wind would pick up at the smell of rain
She never quite knew how to pick em
She loved those lost and those in hiding
She cared when the world gave up
No factors played part, in her, deciding
No such phrase as “enough is enough”
Her gift was her unconditional love
Her curse was her understanding
A consistent, gravitational tug
Attracting those, most demanding
A rubber ball, she bounced about
Not picky, but sticky as glue
Each soul she touched, a love would sprout
Always trapped, in another’s shoes