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Poem Details | by Daniel Turner |
Categories: analogy, life,

When We Were Young

When we were young we loved our fairy tales
A frog could  be a prince with just one kiss
Each cloud, a boat where dreamers could set sail
Imagination was the great abyss

Too soon we grew and lost our innocence
Found out that swords are never pulled from stones
That dreams come true but only with expense 
And happy ever after's come and gone

Yet some of us still wish upon a star
Believe that rainbows come with pots of gold
Reality is life for most comes hard
And love like water runs both hot and cold

Like you I wish that fairy tales came true
But grown ups know they very seldom do



   by Daniel Turner


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, 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 Charlie Smith |
Categories: analogy, fear,

Fear Of Fear



     Let leave this uncontented mind
     That clings to hate for fear of change
     Such pain of sight that keeps me blind
     When light to dawn could be as strange

     As fear of loss renounces love
     So dreams are stilled before their due
     My relevance is to rise above
     With heart to bravely live life true...

     02/21/2017


Poem Details | by Greg Gaul |
Categories: adventure, allegory, analogy, death, destiny, dream, philosophy,

Droplet

Little droplet
your time is near,
never fear,
be part of it.

Fall into the great ocean
your conscious way,
unconscious stay,
Nature's final notion.

Lean back
let it go,
it happens so,
embrace the black.

Droplet make a tiny splash.
Whisper in your Bardo ear,
till you're no longer here,
and flesh turns to simple ash.

So sleep little droplet,
how sweet the dew.
To love it and live it
and to start anew.

Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: allegory, analogy,

Nearly Dearly and Still Sincerely

Nearly Dearly and Still Sincerely

Was almost sudden true love nearly,
Yet still to death did love her dearly,
Then in a grove,
Found treasure trove,
Simply, apparently and so sincerely.

Jim Horn

Poem Details | by Isaiah Zerbst |
Categories: analogy, innocence, romance, rose, youth,

My Juliet

Thou art to me the fairest crimson rose,
A tender bloom with dawn's first colour gilt;
Yet ev'ry flow'r in mortal clime that grows,
Is here for but a time, and then does wilt.
By all I e'er held dear, I now aver,
That though a rose may wilt, yet still 'tis sweet;
I only hope a place I could secure
In fondest adoration at thy feet.
For fairness found in form and face will fail,
But that within the heart may shine undimmed;
Though nothing for youth's beauty may avail,
A heart with golden deeds may yet be rimmed.
My Juliet, in truth I do declare,
I love thee not for youthful beauty fair.

Poem Details | by Gene Bourne |
Categories: analogy, assonance, character, desire, feelings, longing,

I Will Wait

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.

We create...
What we wished was truly there...
When it's not.

No ones fault...
She can't be the fantasy...
You had sought.

True romance...
Only happens when 
Two hearts have
Joined as one...

Until then...
I will wait for 
Love to come. 


Gene Bourne
06-10-14



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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 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 Caleb Calvo |
Categories: analogy, destiny, for her, inspirational love, love, relationship, wedding,

Lovely Rose

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 Paloma P |
Categories: allegory, analogy, drink, funny love, humorous, hyperbole, romance,

Essential Spirits

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 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 Winged Warrior |
Categories: analogy, deep, feelings, loss,

FULLY BOOKED 1

Seduced by the selective solitudes...I pick one
I chose the 100th... amongst the sacrificial setting sun
Frost filled frozen forests...forever frowning
As my breath spreads thru the vastness...forever drowning

Tic toc tic toc...my thoughts trapped in an elliptical time
100 years of solitude... panegyrical punishment for my crime

What am I guilty of?...daring to...Love!


TITLES OF NOVELS - Poetry Contest
By nette onclaud
One Hundred Years Of Solitude ( Gabriel Marquez Garcia)
June.10.2016

My form...a mixture of alliteration, rhyme and free verse.
Rhyme scheme aabb,cc,...d

Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: allegory, analogy,

Nurse for Better Or Worse

Nurse for Better Or Worse

Had married my wife for better or worse.
And she ended up becoming a nurse;
Not only that became an Registered RN;
On general floor is where she did begin.

With others her each ability did share
Became part of Neonatal Intensive Care
When she put on each nursing shoe
Would always end up going to NICU.

Each morning when sun would rise
She was an angel in her disguise
Back in those days a person knows
All white were all of her clothes.

Of course now must start to admit;
Love all her patients could never quit
Each day more in love with her fell
Hearing stories she had to tell

Jim Horn

This is all true with no fake news.

Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: absence, allegory, analogy, angst, change, confusion, corruption, crazy, creation, dark, life, light, lonely, loss, love,

The Other Side

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

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 Edwin Hofert |
Categories: analogy, family, fantasy, grandparents, imagination, silly,

Son Of A Gun

Son Of A Gun

My Great Great Grandpa was a musket
only one son he would want.
My Great Great Grandma named him shotgun
he used to love to hunt.

He too would only want one son
and that's just what he got.
My Great Grandma named him rifle
he was a single shot.

Married with one son himself
Grandpa wouldn't take no static.
His son was highly favored
and they named him automatic.

Along then came my daddy
who I never gave no lip.
He lived inside a holster
that men wore on their hip.

He had a great big family
but I'm his favorite one.
My daddy was a pistol
I'm a son of a son of a son of a gun.

Edwin C Hofert

Poem Details | by millard lowe |
Categories: analogy, beauty, blessing, celebration, growth, love, marriage,

Growing Old


     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---

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,

Love's 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,

KNIGHT-OF-LOVE

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 ANTHONY MARK |
Categories: analogy,

WRITTEN ON YOUR FACE

Ahh!
peering out, 
never in 
your words are whisper thin 
like willow-silk spun 
drying parched 
on your skin

Ahh
but I read you very clear 
every word every fear
indelibly etched
nose, mouth, eyes
words, words, words
Lies, lies, lies

blink once and I'll cease
or period 
full stop
bleed 
inside each crease,

it's your face, i see!
beautiful
it emasculates me 
disempowers me
tirelessly 
sees through me,

I have no words for you 
my love...
they're gone... not a trace 
I could save myself,
the agony of speech 
and just peel them off your face

Poem Details | by Joe DiMino |
Categories: analogy, desire, love, philosophy, romantic love, wife, wisdom,

Love Never Dies

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….