by Daniel Turner |
Categories:
analogy, life,
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
by Gregory R Barden |
Categories:
analogy,
my fingertips
touch ...
tender, but with melodic intent
you tremble
just SO ...
and sigh sweetly
the delightful answer
to my questioning hands
a gentle press ...
your supple curves against me
fitting me like dovetail
your quivers ...
soft-thrumming my flesh
matching your moans
the hushing pulse of your body
urges me on ...
your swan-like neck
satin beneath my hot palm
as it moves lower
pressing ...
deft digits dancing across you
like a wild Spaniard
we are ... one
our purpose, the same
oh, sing to me now
let my passion be your cry
let our lullabies of love and desire
move souls ...
and ache hearts
my beloved ...
guitar.
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.
/|\
(Ten syllables per line)
31~10~16
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
by Sandra Adams |
Categories:
analogy, flower, love, rose,
is love to be a wilted rose
to fade beneath the winter snows
to pierce itself with its own thorn
its beauty hide in death to mourn
i watch it bloom from tiny seeds
a spark of lust from passion bleeds
unfold itself within a kiss
then fade within the dying bliss
December 30, 2019
by Greg Gaul |
Categories:
adventure, allegory, analogy, death, destiny, dream, philosophy,
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.
by Charlie Smith |
Categories:
analogy, 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
by James Horn |
Categories:
allegory, analogy,
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
by Isaiah Zerbst |
Categories:
analogy, innocence, romance, rose, youth,
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.
by Gene Bourne |
Categories:
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.
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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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
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
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
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
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 humans, however,
must stay alive long,
long past our first bloom--
till we have crinkled and
brutishly browned from
the excesses of time.
Yet we have
what flowers have not:
our love for them
dies with them
while our love
for our beloved blooms
ever more resplendent
with the long years,
lasting past the fading,
lasting past even death itself....
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.
by Winged Warrior |
Categories:
analogy, deep, feelings, loss,
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
by James Horn |
Categories:
allegory, analogy,
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.
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
by Edwin Hofert |
Categories:
analogy, family, fantasy, grandparents, imagination, silly,
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
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
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©
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!
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
by ANTHONY MARK |
Categories:
analogy,
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