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Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: analogy, love,

Obsessed with love

Hate is an unnecessary need
in the book of necessities.
Love is the key component
within the book of obsessities.

Lust is an unfaithful guide
misguiding towards fake perceptions.
Sincere love is the pioneer
in overcoming deceptions.

Love is that perfect song,
which reminds you of mother's lullabies.
The aroma of an elegant rose,
attracting butterflies.
Picturesque horizons staining the sky,
as birds admire in full flight.
Moon kissing her loyal stars
as curtains are drawn for the night.
An innocent child's laughter
that brings tranquillity to the heart.
A baby's first giggle,
a reminder of God's beautiful art.
Beloveds crossing upon love's path,
as each route leads to their fate.
Tingle of that first kiss,
finally holding hands with your soul mate.


I'm guilty, that's my confession,
LOVE is my only obsession.

Silent One
19 July 2017

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Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: analogy, love, romance,

Immortal poetic lyrics

Pondering prophetic legacies of timeless lovers, my heart yearned for a province lavished with perennial passion. Searching for an enchanted perfect petal, I wandered within the flower garden of infatuation. Marigolds shone, smiling among mellow yellow roses, but their fair friendly fragrance could not quench my thirst. In the distance, a silhouette of the rarest red rose beamed, her dulcet aromatic ambience summoned my soul closer. Upon the first sight of my beloved's subtle innocent eyes, my mind drifted to a place where time did not exist. Without a word, her radiance illuminated my whole existence, like a butterfly admiring pulchritudinous petals - it was pure paradise. Hand in hand we strolled embarking upon the realms of infinite love, composing our own idyllic legacy of immortal poetic lyrics. Simple Musings Silent One 3 July 2018


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: analogy, love,

Shackles of love

Shackles of cynicism have displaced your heart, the love that once transcended time is no more. No wordsmith can bring beauty to an invisible emotion, lost in translation to an ignorant uncultured mind. As you searched for a definition of the tangible, intangible feelings were ignored, even with eyes shut. Funny, how three words cause a chemical imbalance, but the euphoria is short lived when ego takes hold. Promises to comfort, wipe away tears, anguish and pain, come with no guarantee of satisfaction - no refund for regret. Love does not say when the fire is burning to wage war, it provides an opportunity to nourish peace and harmony. Love does not say to be bitter and live with a grudge, it asks for you to forgive, not to antagonise another's soul. In a world lost to materialistic commercialism, the skeptic doubts like a pessimistic detractor. Love is not like money, that must be reciprocated with interest, it is simply an undetectable phenomenon that graces us all. To some a second hand emotion, but the language of love still remains the most powerful feeling known to humanity. One tongue that has no religion, race nor geographical boundary, which only fails to blossom when limits are implanted.
Silent One Written 28 February 2016 Re posted 30 May 2018


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: analogy, inspiration, love, metaphor, muse, music,

My Melodious Muse

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                                       Sensitively
                                       I hold YOU
                               [ in my arms so very ]
                                       tenderly, as
                               [ if an extension from ]
                                       my very own
                               [ being the supple and ]
                                       lithe  form of
                                         your body,
                                          my muse.
                                          I am as a
                                          kid again-
                                          alive  with 
                                          the glows
                                          of being in
                                          the  midst
                                          of your so
                                          sweet and
                                          m elodious
                                          c om pa ny
                                          as free and
                                          com pletely
                                          joyous as I
                                          h a ve  ever
                                          been  in my
                                          whole entire
                                          existence 'til
                                          now - totally
                                          drenched  in
                                          plenitudeSo
                                          whenever I'm
                                          joined in your
                                          aspect, all the
                                          soft  curves of
                                          your fine torso
                                          r e sonate with
                                          m y thoughtful
                                          intents and wild
                                          imaginingsYou
                                          are naught with
                                       -out my deft caress,
                           and I, empty and incomplete without
                   you, yet together we create a harmony, pure, the
             articulation of sublime revelation.an utterance of divine,
       inspired creativity, a dance                     of improvisation and revel
    -ry, melodic wonderment,                               unified and conciseWe
   endeavor to find  our em                                -pyreal song, to  thus be-
  come one, stealing silence,                                 lullsI  gently  caress your
  neck  with resolve, manipu-                               late you with my dutiful and
  competent hands,  each  fin-                           ger with its own very resolute
  course, attending your whispers                 with appreciation, and longing to
   hear the moans and sighs of your sweet voice and affect..the coy result of
      our purposeful, energetic joinings, are your soulful, rare and resonating
         arias - the final and fitting example of all we realize in each other.all
             we create in our requisite energiesI remember back to the very
                first time that we met, you with your brightly colored trap-
                  pings and shiny baubles, the strength of your supple
                  shape rippling with lines of poetic perfection, you took
                 my very breath away! Oh, I had seen others of your ilk
              been with others who spoke with  similar lilt, but none that
         pulled the breath instantly from my lungs, none who made me qui
    -ver with anticipation, to touch you, run my hands over your ample con
  -tours, to hear you whisper a sultry voice to the tympans of my ears - such
 ecstasy I imagined.and ecstasy it WAS! I had watched you from afar for so
long.dreaming, never really expecting you'd ever be mine, but that day I fin-
ally knew - knew I'd hold you, touch you, love you, make YOU tremble, the way
you had me! I would finally get to inhale the sweet, earthy fragrance of your so-
smooth, unblemished flesh, finally know the completeness and exquisite joys of
cradling you in my arms! And oh the beautiful things we have realized and done
 together. what incredible music we have made! Our spirits always united as
  one, moving, sighing, creating every sublimated harmonic expression that we
   can imagine, and always together, always joined by a magic thus unequaled,
     always bound by the song of life, and the voice of the heavens! You shall
       be mine forever, my Sweet Lady, and I mean to hold you and love you
         until both of us can sing no more! Until the very skies no longer can
            vibrate with the musings of nature - until the weep of the even's
                clouds dries up and turns to dust.until the roaring beat
                     of thunder no longer shakes the ground.until the
                         gods themselves wipe the constellations from
                               the sky - this I pledge to you, my love
                                        and my agency of art, my
                                                      guitar.




August 24, 2018


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: analogy, lost love, metaphor, passion, rose, soulmate, true love,

Breath To Breath


They say, to mend an injured heart, move on,
          And thus, I've done so, time-and-time-again,
               But tho' your smile, from me, is decades gone,
     My dreams still find you haunting me, as then.

I've always held your heart, pristine and rare,
          Flat-pressed between life's pages like a rose,
               And as the timeworn leaves may fade and tear,
     That weather on love's blossom never shows.

I've tried so to forget you through the years,
          Still, in my sleep you find my heart exposed,
               And tho' I cleanse those memories with tears,
     Your phantoms keep returning, unopposed -

You took my breath quite often in the past..
               And I've no doubt you'll take.my very last.




~ 9th Place ~  in the "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 2" Poetry Contest, Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 1st Place ~  in the "Contest 475 Any Form Or None" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 1st Place ~  in the "Not Just Any Old Rose" Poetry Contest, Mark Massey, Judge & Sponsor.


Poem Details | by White Wolf |
Categories: analogy, joy, love,

Finding 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. /|\ (Ten syllables per line) 31~10~16


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: analogy, hate, love,

Let love create rainbows in your speech

 
Hey you Don't let hate dominate. Let love sate - animate With the pain in your heart. Set it free from the start. Let it go, let it part. An ugly form of art. That don't make you look too smart. In the realms of sacred humanity Hate is regarded as insanity Hypocritical cries are your disguise. Judgemental eyes lead to your demise. There's no prize for those who like to despise. When sweet little lies become your allies in sinful ties, your ego will baptise. To love is wise, let it be your franchise. Love thy neighbour that's what holy books teach. But when they sin they turn the other cheek. Surely they should practice what they preach? Let love create rainbows in their speech. I understand the eyes can go blind when anger starts to confuse the mind Remember Socrates's test; three filters to consider are best. Heavenly guides from high above, encourage to plant seeds of love. Sow, sow, sow, you can't go wrong. Just like they sing in that song: "Every woman every man Join the caravan of love (Stand up) stand up Stand up Everybody take a stand Join the caravan of love (Stand up) stand up Stand up I'm your brother I'm your brother don't you know She's my sister She's my sister don't you know We'll be living in a world of peace And the day when everyone is free We'll bring the young and the old Won't you let your love flow, from your heart." 12 November 2017
Lyrics are from Housemartin's song: caravan of love A timely reminder Once upon a time an old man spread rumors that his neighbor was a thief. As a result, the young man was arrested. Days later the young man was proven innocent. After being released he sued the old man for wrongly accusing himIn court the old man told the Judge : They were just comments, didn't harm anyone.. The judge, before passing sentence on the case, told the old man : Write all the things you said about him on a piece of paperCut them up and on the way home, throw the pieces of paper outTomorrow, come back to hear the sentence. The next day, the judge told the old man : Before receiving the sentence, you will have to go out and gather all the pieces of paper that you threw out yesterday The old man said : I can't do that ! The wind spread them and I won't know where to find them The judge then replied : The same way, simple comments may destroy the honor of a man to such an extent that one is not able to fix it"If you can't speak well of someone, rather don't say anything. " Let's all be masters of our mouths, so that we won't be slaves of our words." “Gossips are worse than thieves because they steal another person’s dignity, honour, reputation and credibility which are impossible to restoreSo remember this: when your feet slip, you can always recover your balance but when your tongue slips, you can never recover your words!” Author unkown


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: analogy, christmas, goodbye, lost love, love hurts, metaphor, sorrow,

Frozen Farewell


Your breath upon the window freezes, lace

               Yet, warm against my skin, its somber strains

                              As dampened words collect in tears to trace

       The drip of sorrow weeping from my veins



Your perfect lips then tremble in a smile

               To press your pitied kiss upon my eyes

                              Three words, a whispered lie to thus defile

       The beggar's hope I had of sweet goodbyes



One last embrace, to mock the frigid air

               Your warm skin buried deep within your coat

                              The final knife, "goodbye", you bring to bear

       And drag the jagged word across my throat



Your chilling crime of passion, now complete

               My love, like blood, lays puddled.at your feet.




~ 6th Place ~  in the "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 6" Poetry Contest, Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 9th Place ~  in the "Shakespearean Sonnet" Poetry Contest, Carolyn Devonshire, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 1st Place ~  in the "Your Best Sonnet 2018" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Sponsor.

~ 7th Place ~  in the "Best Sonnet" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor.

~ 7th Place ~  in the "Mid January 2018 Premiere Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: analogy, love, music, romantic love, soulmate,

Melodies of the heart

In a black and white world, feathered fingertips caress ebony and ivory keys - melodically forming a myriad of vibrant and vivid hues, diversifying dulcet emotive reflections. In a world of spoken falsehood, expressions that cannot be spoken, aid each truthful touch to narrate speechless secret serenades. For soulmates who choose to listen, minds allure to the grace of mellifluous sentimental symphonies, harmonising hollow hearts through tantric vibrations, gently echoing to soothe sorrowful soundless souls. Rhapsodic pianist strokes satin white skin, tunefully kissing black lustrous lips. Hearts play music secretly establishing spiritual connections. Ivory and ebony rectangles dance in eternal kindred devotion, igniting spirits to whirl to the rhythm of sensual sensations. Last note leads to another healed composition as departing flames of passion illuminate lovers paths. A blank page appears at the end of the song sheet. Tired pianist fingers rest as the mind is absent of lyrics, paralysed to play a melody for its own suppressed heart. Lost, pondering mute tears which fail to cleanse its soul., The Silent One 9 January 2018


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: analogy, angel, love,

Angelic Aroma

In a tranquil trance,
admiring elegant swans,
flowing along stately streams,
I rested my wearied head,
upon her soothing bosoms.

Her subtle fingers pacified
melancholic tones within the
chambers of my misplaced mind.
Warmth of her ethereal embrace
together with the early Spring sun,
dissolved the protective glacier,
shielding my dormant somber soul.

Under serene sapphire skies,
her eyes like unique emeralds - sparkled,
charming each beat of my heart to murmur.

As we reminisced about childhood memories,
an isolated tear escaped from my eye,
innocently immersing her silken skin.
Captivated by her angelic aroma,
I pondered if she was an angel,
cradling me within a citadel in heaven.

As twilight ignited merigold radiance 
through silver violet clouds,
her succulent lips whispered
sweet musings as they caressed mine.

The taste from her last sensual kiss,
still lingered as she ascended to the heavens,
as I pleaded;

"Take me with you."

To which she replied;
"It's not your time."

Simple Musing
Silent One
22 March 2018 


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: analogy, lost love, love hurts,

Gone

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 Gregory R Barden |
Categories: analogy, appreciation, autumn, beauty, love, seasons,

Lost To Autumn


I thrive for summer, dancing free,
     Yet, when autumn breathes a sigh -
          Whispers deep, that voice, to me,
     Shadows stretch to kiss goodbye
The nape of August, bound to die.

     Seems the seasons know us best,
          When we ache for change, it comes,
     Bright-adorned, October"s breast -
Crimsons, umbers, scarlets, plums,
     Shades cascade in countless sums.

          Still, what speaks to me the most -
     Sharp and keen, that mistral, fall,
Shoulders back a youthful ghost,
     Dressed as then, in passion's pall,
          Waiting, breathless, for her call..

     Then, as now, my heart so beat
For the hope to catch her gaze,
     'Twas only there I was complete,
          Lost within her wondrous ways..
     Lost to love.those autumn days.




Submitted on January 31, 2019
To the "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 14" Poetry Contest
Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: absence, analogy, care, character, courage, hope, how i feel, i love you, life, love, poems, relationship, women, writing,

WHEN I LOVE THEE

I LOVE THEE I am no voluptuous beauty nor do I live a life of purity I can only say: I love wholeheartedly with all I am so truthfully I keep my heart open though it gets hurt so often I avoid to be irate as I know love changes the heart rate.. Guys tried to coo and woo, they say words as for "only you" Yet, hard to believe it is true as I see some untrue I give chances as my heart marks with tact entrances I learned from various instances looking man in romances In places where rules impede, two persons who wants to bid Not of money but of affection, in them must be determination I love thee not of what you have… Not even of who you are but to how you are to me… If I love you, don't tell me much what to do… As me, myself will show you, I am that real and true.. Yes, I am liked by many but tell you what: I don't like this honey nor am I proud of it in anyway One is enough to make me stay Stand with me through it all, I give my best not to fall My name your sweetest call echoing in every wall.. Hold me firm yet dear; allow me to move closely We'll make it anyhow, treading smoothly on flows... We are strong, aren't we? No one moving alone Together we'll face phases in tune, though there will dunes.. ________________________________________________________ © OLIVE ELOISA DGUILLERMO 3:25 pm, 07/13/2013 ***CONTEST: ANY POEM GOES #13 SPONSOR: POET DESTROYER 8TH PLACE (TO GOD BE THE GREATEST GLORY) ***Sponsor SKAT A Contest Name Any Old Poem #5 4th place


Poem Details | by Mark Woods |
Categories: analogy, children, devotion, love,

Three Roses - A Parable

Three men each grew a precious rose They all had different thoughts Of how to raise and nurture them Of the outcomes that they sought. The first man shirked all effort Just plunged a hole within the soil His rose grew, waned then wilted It suffered from his lack of toil. The second man possessed great intent By preparing fertile ground Purchasing almost everything Gave his rose all that could be found. This rose developed entirely spoilt It flourished better than a weed Except it too deformed and shrivelled When he could no longer feed its needs. Our third man was a pauper However his heart was like a king All he had was time and love But he knew his rose would sing. He too prepared quite fertile earth But he never spent a cent He freed the dirt for solid roots He knew this rose was heaven sent. He spent what he could just afford Although mostly invested time Talked and fussed and loved his rose No surprise it grew up really fine This man finally met his grave Wilted then died when he grew old His rose still grows and prospers It flowers so bright and so bold. Precious gifts require attention Only exceptions grow up wild Treasures need time and care Imagine each rose could be a child.


Poem Details | by Phil Capitano |
Categories: analogy, love, universe,

STARGAZING

                          STARGAZING

		I have seen forever, friend,
		Written across dark skies,
		In the planets, stars and galaxies
		Whose light endlessly abides.

		With mind as finger I trace the lines
		The length of human history,
		Yet, still the lights appear o’er head,
		No universe a priori.

		What stories might they tell us,
		If we could only hear;
		The sordid things that happen at night,
		The secrets that we fear.

		Lovers trapped in passion renewed
		And dreams that wet the pillow.
		Meteor showers and borealis,
		Stolen kisses under the willow.

		Many are the stars that shine
		Through a punctured dome
		And many are the souls they harbour
		Who have no other home.

		Gazing at the stars above
		In cosmic darkness, snug,
		Like gravity she draws me in.
		I feel her tug, her gentle hug,
		
                Yes, I have seen eternity
		Written across dark skies
		But never witnessed anything
		Like forever in her starry eyes.


4/17/17


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: analogy, anger, heartbreak, lost love, nature, romantic love,

Sour Grapes


We sat upon the rocks, my love and I

Atop Mount Cadillac, there by the sea

And as a doubloon sun slid down the sky

I asked her, with my ring, to marry me


Now it was not to her, complete surprise

For we had often talked of marriage, soon

Yet 'tween the Tanzanite to match her eyes

A limpid diamond now shone with the moon


And while I'd worked so hard to fill her needs

To tend our bloom of love and help it grow

That ring so cut my heart, (and still it bleeds)

For back it came with one sharp edge of "no"


Then, as I rose in soundless rage to leave..

I gave our love and that damned ring.a heave.




Ten syllables/line, counted at HowManySyllables.com


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: analogy, childhood, father, love, metaphor, moon, stars,

Tears For Apollo


Oh, my precious child, let me kiss away your weep -
     do not be troubled, the moon but bids good night,
          (stars whispering their ancient lullaby),
               swallowing not, the western reach,
                    but merely giving pause to the day, waking..

So that the grateful star of morn should err its ease.
     Let not the salty seep of your cheek yet trill..
          such certain and elegant iniquity there be,
               should a stain darken that pinafore, pressed.
                    A scandal be my name with thy mother,

If those sparkling eyes dampen your Sunday best,
     and for the sake of Apollo's languor? Nay..
          'tis true his aged face did blush there, brief,
               dipping his countenance to the sea,
                    but it was for Sol's regard only,

Their goodnight kiss - and no misfortune was spun.
     We shall return, my child, sooner than soon,
          and you will bear witness their recurrence!
               Your old man moon will beg company again,
                    with his patient visage beaming..

Shimmering bright for your adoration -
     oh, I vow this to you, my wee lass!
          You shall dance again on this shore,
               bound and prance, my tiny ballerina!
                    You will twirl in the breath of evening, I am sure,

Lit by the gangling glow, star-ward,
     and tonight's lament will seem a silly song,
          you shall see and be heartened, my little one!
               And should I yet kiss that weep away, too?
                    Ah, but joyous, those tears.oh, my precious child!




Submitted on February 13, 2019
To the "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 18" Poetry Contest
Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: analogy, love, relationship, together, wisdom,

Would You Still Love Me

Would you still love me?

Perchance I was half a man
My impassioned core torn from me like raiment
Off to war in courage and heroic sacrifice
And returned as only half a person
The half that could never again serve to make love to you..
Would you still love me?

Imagine I was a monster
Deformed by happenstance or accident
Still a man in the technical sense
But with face and sinews that repulsed even himself
Though the heart and spirit you adore still thrummed inside..
Would you still love me?

What if the day came
When I lost everything of earthly value
All possessions, comforts, conveniences, and financial securities, gone
The talents and abilities and experience to support
Blown to the winds by fate or folly..
Would you still love me?

Consider if I were human, inside-out..
The fathomed dark, troubled corners of my being
Worn on hapless bones like sodden skin
The fearful ids and psyches laid bare
Free to dance like a demon for the porcelain moon..
Would you still love me?

And pray, what if I were YOU
And you were the reflection of all that your dreams dare weave
The horror and ecstasy that awakens you in the night
Turns to ice on your barren skin
And chokes the screams from your chest..
Would you..

Could you still love me??




Written and submitted on December 21, 2018
For the "Would You Still Love Me?" Poetry Contest
Edward Ibeh, Judge & Sponsor


Poem Details | by Subimal Sinha-Roy |
Categories: analogy, imagery, love, memory,

Mind The Paint

Eastern sky blazes at the break of dawn In the air the rising sun throws its hue The speckled clouds gleam in the horizon On multicolored flying palette I see you. I’ve reached the edge of the blue plateau Where the clouds touch the ground I find They melt in the colors that define you I splash on blank canvas and paint my mind. In colored contours I see your face Draped in unique tapestry of grace. I’ll keep you there All the time forever… Western sky drenched by the dusk shower The setting sun designs for it an attire new In rainbow lined by pleated petals of flower In its multihued transient arch I see you. I’ve crossed the stretch of the green meadow Where the rainbow holds the horizon I find It melts in stream of colors that configures you I flood the bare canvas and paint my mind. In colored contours I see your face Draped in unique tapestry of grace. I’ll keep you there All the time forever….
February 25, 2918.


Poem Details | by Kristopher Higgs |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, africa, age, allah, allegory, america, analogy, angel, anger, angst, animal, anniversary, april, art, august, autumn, baby, baptism, baseball, basketball, beach, beautiful, beauty, bereavement, best friend, betrayal, bible, bird, birth, birthday, black african american, blue, day, dedication, devotion, faith, happiness, lost love, love, me, passion, words,

While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.


Poem Details | by tara jennings |
Categories: absence, analogy, cry, december, grief, how i feel, i love you, leaving, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, metaphor, missing, missing you, mom, moon, mother, nostalgia, spoken word,

Moon bridge

The moon so bold seems cold
with a halo of midnight glow
I sit mesmerized as the night grows old.

I bleed still, even after all these years
and I wait again through the night
aching in the depths of my soul
that no other seems to know
the Loneliness that has become my companion.

In the darkness we wait and confide in the other
our deepest fears as memories fade
in and out each season of change
            the nostalgia tempers the wars of pain
this tempestuous foe of ours
         wails at the gates of midnight
howling the warble of humanities last grace.

How the comfort of minds and hearts
turn from light to deep dark in the face 
of eternities long time clock...

I ache with wanting, with need and passion
          it is a lie that time heals and wounds scar
each night is fresh like the first
                              when I faced realities shock.

Who can wait with me?
Who can hold this hound at bay?
Who can cherish what little love left in me
             and make the broken whole?


I ache to be loved again as the love that burns
and waits inside of me
Who can comfort this emptiness and fill the void
                that so many leavings have left?

Cherish and love to honor and protect
             but who can slay these demons that hold my heart in wrath?
Who will walk the sulfur clouds of hell to save my mind
     and deliver my world to the gates of heaven
      with life, not death bridging the distance of pain?

I sit and wait at the floor of the moon each night
waiting for that bridge to carry me yonder,
      this moon who hangs heavy and ripe with the yearning of my soul
with clouds aglow as if I could sweep them across a canvas
   with the brush held in your hand

I rage at her as I wait, but still I wait and weep
as Loneliness and I keep each others company
wishing the clouds of that great moon could truly create
a way to find the lost, a pathway to home, lit by the legacy our love.



Internal rhyme
Imagery
Assonance
Alliteraton
Repetition
Synesthesia


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, allegory, analogy, anger, angst, blue, change, character, conflict, confusion, corruption, courage, cry, dark, depression, desire, emo, emotions, fear, first love, growth, hate, heartbroken, introspection, life, lonely, longing, loss, love, lust, miss you, missing, missing you, senses, sorrow, wisdom, world,

It Can't Be Real

A truth in rage of insult furrows my mind
For it is only an offense given to me by myself
In the mouths of others far innocent than I
I feel the tears trickle down my cheeks
For I have surfaced into an ugly mistake
I am always inadequate in this brain
I try to shine like the advice of grace given
But confidence rarely rears its head my way
There’s a sort of shade blocking its way
A shade that darkens everyday

That very shade led me to believe my feelings are wrong
That I will never belong so long as they are not controlled
I must be careful—for the lines of love and lust run cold
I hate myself truly this night
And no one but myself will give me the right
The very right to degrade my every being
Because you are not seeing what I am seeing

There is no point
My lines run cold
Can I be so bold as to say
I still love with a pang of indistinguishable doubt 
All feelings enter in
As my truth blurs and checks out

Your words pierce me so deep
I cannot describe the pain I feel
God it hurts so bad
It can’t be real

Much like the love I have come to embrace
The very love that links to your face
Tears don’t give it justice

It can’t be real
Much like the love I will never face


Poem Details | by Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick |
Categories: analogy, betrayal, hope, love,

So She Broke your Heart

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,

Tranquil Dreams Of Sorrow Love Like There Is No Tomorrow

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 Silent One |
Categories: analogy, love, romantic,

Aurora borealis

 
Silent sighs hide inside breath clouds exhaled into sentimental air as brisk winds summon twilight, tinting innocent horizons. Oxygen dances with atmospheric particles creating a plethora of chemical reactions. Enchantment illuminates in flashes of colourful magnificence. Celeste sapphire hints indulge through violet shades of lavender hues. Streaks of scarlet crimson petals flow among coral flamingo shades as golden streaks swim through emerald crystallised skies, seeking sanctuary within the realms of infatuated devotion. and that was the first time I saw her eyes her perfect gift to the world. Silent One 26 October 2017 Simple musing


Poem Details | by Edwin Hofert |
Categories: analogy, introspection,

Love Is

Love Is

An old man sitting all alone
holding a cup that wasn't his.
When someone asked him about love.
What do you believe it is?

At first he seemed to look away
and tears filled up his eyes.
He said love is grief you feel
each time somebody dies.

Love is being faithful
when your body wants to stray.
Love is never leaving
when part of you don't want to stay.

Love is like a river, 
it's so much more than a whim.
Love is loving someone
when you ain't much liking them.

It's seeing deep inside a heart
and though not liking what you see.
Love is taking time to love,
someone a lot like me.

Love is every pain you knew
every heartache ever met.
Love is things you wish you could
but still you can't forget.

Love is with you always
it's what you gain and in your loss.
Love will live forever
it was proven on the cross.

Edwin C Hofert


Poem Details | by CHRISDAD KOJO ARTHUR |
Categories: analogy, assonance, beauty, care, imagery, joy, love,

LOVE ME LOVE MY INK

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 Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: analogy, care, feelings, love, poems,

ANGEL'S TOUCH

ANGEL'S TOUCH Did you ever stop to think, What this angel's touch really mean? Smiling at you at a flower's blush Giving you the time to think and hush When you wanted a melody to hear She sang you a song in joyous tears When you badly needed determination; She is ready to give you inspiration When only a joke could make you smile; She flashed it to you in shortest mile When you wanted a game to play; She partnered with you in gay When only an hour you swore to spend; She wants to be with you until the end When strings of thorns are poured upon you; With arms wide open, she welcomed you She comforted and gave you might All these all she did with heartfelt delight Now, I ask you... Have you ever felt the touch of an angel? ____________________________________________ Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux Contest Name: Beginnings Matter Placed 2nd ©OEGuillermo 2:39 am, June 30, 2013 ***my first ever poem @ fifth grade elementary.:D? I was nervous when I posted but am excited and thrilled to see, how many reads it will get and the comments.:)


Poem Details | by L. J. Carber |
Categories: analogy, beauty, celebration, love, wisdom,

When Flowers Die

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 Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: abuse, analogy, angst, image, love, metaphor, music,

Musical Torment - The Infamous Masterpieces

Torturing me with touches
I feel the sting of hardened and lasting lust
Touches not of mortal fingers,
But Halloween-haloed strings composed by musicians of mystery
Pressing upon my back--yes! A searing, yet melodi-errotic strike
All upon me, yet far from me...

Leave me not in the judgement of my own scrambling feelings
Rest not away as I hold my hands out in the dark
Deathly dances are visions heaven-bound for the duo--
Yet for the solo- a blank, useless measure...

The pulsing silence of amateur-stitched love rattles me
Making rhythms giggle in my mind
Intervals of idiocy tormenting all reason
Truly an agonizing, but for others--minor--prison
Is the smile that helped design those strings
Those strings that pluck upon my spine
Controlling me in a dark place stuck between tunes and time

Why are your hands so cold when you play those piano keys?
Why are your lungs so eroded with the pride that taints the songs you sing?
Why have the rhythms gone awry, and why does your apathetic dissonance thrive?

And tell me… through it all…
As you compose the rise and fall…
Why is all this destruction you created so vibrantly alive?