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 Richard 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 lover’s 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, perspective, philosophy,
At first
love floats like a snowflake,
until it melts in your hand.
Then it falls,
like an Autumn leaf,
eventually swept away in the breeze.
Sometimes love offers mercy,
like April showers to rose petals,
but no rain can save from decay.
Love wants to be free like a kite,
flying colourfully in bright blue skies,
but grey clouds ruin its flight.
One day love will descend like sunset.
Maybe we are born to fall -
but love will always ascend again like sunrise.
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 burned like hell
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 Silent One |
Categories:
analogy, angst, poetry,
My heart resembles the fragility of a petal.
Blossoming behind metaphors within poetry.
The beauty is in the grandeur of their silence.
I portray my words for you to study my silence,
but you seem blind to how I'm wilting like a petal.
You always seem to believe it's the art of poetry.
Would you still love me if I stopped writing poetry.
Could you comprehend my timid tongue's silence,
so I bloom in your garden as an evergreen petal.
Seek my petal soul in poetry, beyond the silence.
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 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 I Am Anaya |
Categories:
analogy, how i feel, new year,
“Wishes”
The things we wish to change
remain the same
~Sans love
there is no chance of
meaningful change
~Sans wisdom
it's inconceivable,
our intelligence proves futile
to our survival
~Sans the Guru’s
they can’t steal our virtue
then sell it back to us
Seek,
for the answers within
~Sans change
we shan’t flourish through time
“You only live once, but if you do it right,
once is enough”—Mae West
Happy New Year -2024
I Am Anaya
I Am Milo ,”)
by Anil Deo |
Categories:
analogy, art, history, love, voice, wisdom, words,
Many march into a new month
Themes as old as winters warmth -
Love that is, no matter the weather
Poets write to heal, feel, reveal other
Ways to taste words, kiss reality
"Witnessing" not judging, that's poetry
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 Silent One |
Categories:
analogy,
Imagine the sun shone in rays of red,
sparkling in saffron skies with clouds of bronze.
If it was maroon would you love the moon?
If midnight was beige would you go to bed?
An artist's mind should be free to express.
Use their canvas to show confetti bled.
Ignore those who claim stars are not lilac.
Create pink rain, as orchid puddles spread,
around silver sparrows and golden swans.
Would you love the moon if it was maroon?
Let your muse weave patterns with vibrant thread.
by Gregory Richard Barden |
Categories:
analogy, introspection, life, wisdom,
I …
spent my
wild young life
always looking ahead
to the brightness
so much so
that I couldn’t see
the bounty I held -
the joy, the blessings
family … love
now -
I spend most time
looking back
because of how much
I’ve lost
to the darkness …
so much so
that I’m losing sight
of all that I have
and all that
STILL …
could be.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, August 17, 2023
by Sotto Poet |
Categories:
analogy, appreciation, garden, longing,
Written: September 17, 2023
It Happened On A Misty Morning Sponsored by: Charles Messina
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Wettened by the mornings dew
Closely spaced where rows of roses grew
Footprints stained the cobblestone
Where my love and I had walked, alone
A garden bloomed in vibrant hues
In their fragrant splendor, love imbued
Each petal held a whispered word
Of promises made and love assured
by Sotto Poet |
Categories:
age, analogy, appreciation, change, death, family,
Written: September 12, 2023
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Sunsets Paint the Sky
Embracing flames of loved ones~
Memories aglow.
Shared dawning vibrant
Now distant, yet remembered~
Love never fades out
Sultry afternoons,
zest height turns to modest warmth~
Winter's smooth embrace
Awaiting midnight
Living among sunsets' glow~
Embrace memories
by Cameron Hartley |
Categories:
analogy, i love you, love, ocean, passion, sea, simile,
I'll love you like the ocean
I'll love you like the sea
I'll caress you like the salty breeze
Does caress those white-capped crests
I'll embrace you as the breaking waves
Embrace the shore with zest
I'll kiss you like the rising sun
Does kiss the sea at dawn
I'll call you like the sea bird sang
With passion, again and again
I'll raise you like the morning mist
That joins the sea to sky
I'll move you like the pale, round moon
Does move the pounding tide
I'll push you like the summer storm
That brings the sea to life
And even as in you I drown
Never did breathless trepidation feel so right
I'll love you like the ocean
I'll love you like the sea
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 Paige Clinton |
Categories:
analogy, boyfriend, break up, deep, desire, emotions,
Call me stupid
I don’t really care
I’ve been there before
Call me reckless
It doesn’t bother me
It makes me feel free
So, Why don’t you pull out a dictionary
Look up all the words you’d use to describe me
I bet they aren’t pretty
I bet they’re pretty cold
But so are you baby...
You’re inconsiderate
Practically illiterate
You’re obsessed with your looks
Because of your arrogance
You’re uncreative
So overrated
It’s like every damn thing I do
You always disapprove
Call that controlling
Baby I’m trolling
You think you your so attractive
With your lack of compassion?
What happened to chivalry?
You think your so sexy?
You’re full of desire
But you set love on fire
by Audrey Haick |
Categories:
analogy, betrayal, hope, love,
So she broke your heart and bled you
left you to drown in dark waters...
melancholia has kept you entombed
so long within its frozen grasp
So she broke your heart and bled you
left you lost in a forest of disenchantment…
stripped your soul like the northern winds
strip bare sturdy oaks
So she broke your heart and bled you
tossed to the Ninth level of Hades...
where your heart has lain in fragments
hope appear as fallen ashes
So she broke your heart and bled you
never look back to what has been
we’re both needing resurrection
let love now stake its claim
~*~
9/25/13
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 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 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 Gregory Richard Barden |
Categories:
age, analogy, heartbreak, lost love, memory, soulmate, time,
The summer sand beneath my feet,
Now cooling with the twilight blush,
Is time's reminder, rough and sweet,
Of when we found our tender crush ...
This lonesome beach where, long ago,
We loved 'neath towels, raw and slow,
And pledged that one, we'd always be ...
Now swept, with years ... far out to sea.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "For Your Poetry Journal" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart aka Broken Wings, Judge & Sponsor.
by Joseph Jeremiah Naye |
Categories:
analogy, beauty, love,
My Nefertiti does
not come from the
Dynasty of Pharaoh
Neither does she
possess the golden
Adornment
She may not have the
poise and grace
Of Queen Nefertiti
Never the less she has the
poise and grace
Of the daughters
Of Zion
Ibilate, you are the
Queen of my Kingdom
And You are
My Nefertiti.