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Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: august, beautiful, beauty, care, city, dark, dream, farewell, first love, for her, friend, friendship, girl, girlfriend, how i feel, i love you, lost, night, poems, poetry, summer,

I dreamed a dream of You

Yesterday I dreamed a dream,
that had no end.
You in your white gown, and long, black hair flowing.
You were calling my name.
I heard you, but I couldn't reach you!

And when I say your soul was tainted.
You went out in the night life.
You dressed in your black, evening ball gown.
You danced till the Red Sun came out, over the horizon.

You smiled at me.
A flame in my heart burned red hot!
My knees and hands shook with nerves;
Nerves of love and joy.
I blew you a kiss,
but you turned away!
Oh, please don't turn away from me,
for I would die, if it happened again!

Your beautiful and golden heart showed me the truth.
The truth that every gentleman wants to hear.
I've seen you walk the streets,
in the blue dawn of August.
As I followed you, you stopped and looked at me.
You smiled so beautifully, and my heart fluttered into oblivion!

You walked with your friends and I went my way.
I couldn't find a single trace of you that day.
I cried out "Why did I leave her like this?!"
I looked for you, all over the courtyards and town squares!
Yet no sight of your beauty.
..No sight of your golden heart, that I hold so dear to mine.
Where did you go?
Why did you leave?
Why did I leave..that is the question!

I should have stayed by your side,
till the ends of time.

Yet I had left.

One gloomy and parish midnight.
I came along a road,
and soon found myself in front of a wayward cafe.
Smiling faces all around me.
I spotted a beautiful face that outstood all the other faces around me.
It was yours.

Your face brought me to sanity and I went over too you!
You spotted me and tried to run!
I caught you in the dirty hallway and pulled you in.

Our eyes met and I fell in love once again.
Sanity re-entered my mind, body and soul.
I kissed you and you kissed back.
You held my hand, and we left the cafe and walked down the street.

The street was gloomy, yet we together brightened the dark street.
We went back to the lit up city streets, of the lands filled with smiling faces,
and we fell in love and slept together.

You lay there in my restless arms and I gave you a sweet kiss,
upon your sweet and soft head.
Your dark hair was sweet smelling and felt of silk.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep with you,
there in my arms and we dreamed together
till the morning came and woke me up,
and took you away from my weak and weary arms.

I dreamed a dream of you.

Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: august, beach, beautiful, cool, crush, deep, destiny, devotion, fantasy, feelings, first love, fishing, freedom, funny love, future, girlfriend, hope, i love you, i miss you, journey, joy, judgement, lost love, love, love hurts, meaningful, miracle, ocean, people, places, romance, sea, sensual, simple, spiritual, water, women, world,


Don't rush to wash off the sea salt 
drying on your skin;
the hopes it carries from other oceans,
those remain yet to be seen.

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 HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories: love, marriage, wife, sun,

Wednesday August 25th, 1971

I awoke early that morning as Venus is fading from dawn's sky.
Watching sun rays skate upon the mirror of ripples,gently flowing by.
On the deck of a Princess ship, suspended between the Heaven and the sea.
The mirage of a double Sunrise,as the sun shone upon itself and me.
Today is the day I say "I DO", take thee as my Wife: for the Eons of Eternity.
Bible in hand, the captain stands in Dress Whites, as does his loyal crew.
Arm and arm with daddy,as he gives her unto me; to start a life of Love anew.
Her emerald eyes try hiding behind a transparent Pure White vail; only to fail
Her auburn hair is dancing below her shapely hips: I long to kiss her Rosa lips
Do YOU take this woman"Lenore Ellen Adams" as Your Always and Forever Wife.
I Do echos across the Caribbean SeaI Do reverberates in the bright Blue sky"I DO"

Inspired by Dan Kearley's Contest :"One Of Your Greatest Days

Dedicated in Loving Memory of "My LIFE, My LOVE, My FOREVER, MY WIFE
"Lenore Ellen (Adams) Johnson - Nov4, 1951 - August 25, 1971

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: august, betrayal, depression, feelings, imagery, lost love,

You Need Only Believe

When passion's flame met its demise
its death gave rise to empty smoke.
And although it held little weight
it crushed your heart until it broke.

Love was weaned on uncertainty
for emotions carry a cost.
And within your fantasy realm
the reality of now's lost.

The hours slowly morph into days
drifting into forevermore.
And struggling with anxiety
you sort memories to explore.

A face from the past sparks a smile
as you recall a time of love.
And you revisit yesterdays
to confirm what dreams are made of.

Love’s magic is spontaneous
sparks simply ignite in the heart.
Yet they’re quickly extinguished 
when feelings of rejection start.

Time takes you past the piercing pain
as dreams and hopes slowly renew.
For you will fall in love once more
you need only believe in you.

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: august, emotions, feelings, hurt, imagery, love,

All I Can Do

As fear fills empty eyes
a frown contorts your face.
For it’s hard to believe
you forgot your own name.
Yet as you shrink inside
all I can do is weep.

Your identity’s gone
only a shell remains.
And stripped of dignity
you struggle with your shame.
Yet in spite of your pain
all I can do is weep.

You’re lost within a maze
and can’t find your way out.
For confusion stalks you,
stealing your hopes and dreams.
Yet though I’m losing you
all I can do is weep.

Dwindling into fragments
you die a bit each day.
And your hours are endured
silently in despair.
Yet cause it’s Alzheimer’s
all I can do is weep.

Poem Details | by jay del fierro |
Categories: love, nature

Mid-August Rains...

Soothing from the scorching mid-summer day
winded clouds bring much needed August rain
steam rises from its touch as puddles to drain
absorbed by below quenching thirst as in May...

Basking in showers face raised recieve
most welcomed relief heat lifted release
Sun smiles between raindrops as if in tease
smiling below from those whom believe...

Comforting moisture the water of life
sharing goodness which stream varied currents
delightful pleasures being shared in torrents
as love is true gift shared by husband and wife...

Poem Details | by Hannah Gigstad |
Categories: august, autumn, desire, love, october, seasons, september,


Dark undertones contrasting lighthearted wit 
An interesting sight, the sort that I fit 
I’m not quite sure what it is about the autumn 
But life becomes better as the fall begins to blossom 
Change of color admits change of life 
And end of struggle with the end of strife 
Like the ombre tint of a bipolar tree 
Mood swings from depression to ecstasy 
Green fades to yellow…to orange…red…brown… 
A bright cheerful smile converts to a frown 
She withers to the ground like a dying leaf
Winds blow away a life full of grief
We juxtapose this vehement orange on black 
Always moving forward and never looking back 
Trees rain down their leaves of fire 
Flames from the heavens in burning desire 
Empty pale sky reflecting her mind 
A lover’s pure heart she’s hoping to find 
But wandering,
                                                                                     And yet, 
Finding nothing.
Glacial brisk air mixing with heat of passion 
Brain formulating thoughts in an unladylike fashion 
Cold tipped noses hovering frozen in time 
And the closeness of lips in youthful prime 
Feelings indescribable in the silence of day 
Walking a golden path of shame on display 
Critically knit sweaters of an endeavoring matter 
Season’s new appearance she’s hoping to flatter 
Forgetting the past with a sweep of the hand 
Moving towards improvement of a higher demand 
Leaving summer’s heat for the serenity of fall, 
Then abandoning harvest for winter’s crude gall 
Black of the night and stars high above 
A deepening soul with the sparks of old love 
Change brings happiness, a multitude to bear 
But death will soon encroach hand in hand with despair 
So hold on to the moment, lest it escape too far,   
Before the foliage disappears and you forget who you are.

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: august, betrayal, emotions, feelings, lost love,

Sea Of Tears

Feelings I thought genuine
were merely a bunch of lies.
And the memories we’ve shared
only bring tears to my eyes.

You easily deceived me
as my hopes began to climb.
And love slipped through my fingers
like the shifting sands of time.

You've managed to convert
my elation into pain.
And your empty promises
left me all alone again.

Your excuses weighed heavy
like a stone lodged in my heart.
Yet I fell for every word
believing we'd never part.

In a sea of tears dreams drowned
pulled to the depths of sorrow.
And my future's abandoned
to the whims of tomorrow.

You've taught me that love is
just lust by another name.
And even if my heart heals
it’ll never feel the same.

Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: angel, anniversary, art, august, autumn, baby, birth, birthday, career, celebration, celebrity, child, creation, dream, film, i love you, imagination, inspiration, inspirational, magic, moon, mother, my child, my children, nostalgia, people, poetry, success, sun,

My Son Moon and Star

            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight 

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               

Poem Details | by YASEMIN BALANDI |
Categories: appreciation, august, blessing, love, romantic, wife, world,


The colour of her Kohl uncertain,
She flips the pages of the magazines.
No hints, no clues, no advice.
Disgused as the voice of reason:
Common sense.
She paints her eyes to burnt orange 
To match her dark complexion,
She wears a flowery gown still in fashion 
She arrives at the party
Surveying the naked eyes staring 
At the starry night.
She wrecks her brains 
About an ill-advice
Of staring at the stars with
Naked eyes.
Her mind is blank.
Why is no one wearing Kohl anymore?
All the females are in strippy gowns.
The invitation said flowery gowns.
Is this a postmodern take
To flowery fashion?
She takes off her glasses 
And wipes them clean
The stripes are still hurting her vision
Where is she?
Why are all the familiar faces
In stripes and not flowers?
The loud music plays 
Familiar tunes
Bob Marley, the Doors
She floats to the music
Ripples of her hem.
Though this enigma;
Still unresolved;
Is niggling her.
She strikes up  a conversation 
With a handsome 
Blond youth.
He admires her Kohl
Burnt orange and all.
Pays a complement about 
Her rose tinted complexion 
She blushes even more.
Though the conundrum
Is still there
She puts on her brave face 
And asks
"The flowers are hidden 
Behind the stripes."
He answers casually
No touch of irony.
How she demands to know?
"Simple," he answers,
"Dresses are multi layered"
She feels like a fool.
She reproaches to the question 
Of lack Kohl.
"No one cares to hide 
Their eyes no more."
The youth 
"I like a woman in Kohl."
Yasemin Balandi

Poem Details | by Bassam Aljasem |
Categories: lost love, love, passionlight, hope, light,

August Twenty Eight

I get up at eight
With hope after hope 
Live those lovely moments
Of Spring time mornings
To start a new mindful day
And leave:
The feeling of her eyelash movements in my mind
The fact of true passion emerging beside
The first letter of the word we have defined
And the freedom of our white clouds driven by wind 

And at night, the first moment of every night,
I slip deep through the fragrance of my room
Without any will to light up another candle!

But today
I woke up too late
With hope against hope
Facing this heavy moment
Of an Autumnal morning
To end an old mindless day
And wait:
The feeling of her eye shadow reflections in my mind
The fact of true imaginations left behind
The last letter of a word we had declined
And a broken grey cloud driven by wind

And at night, the last moment of this night
I slip deep through the darkness of my room
Without any will to light up another candle!

Poem Details | by Jesse James Forster |
Categories: august, autumn, child, childhood, children, grief, happiness, happy, heaven, holiday, inspiration, inspirational, joy, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, marriage, memory, metaphor, missing, nature, night, nostalgia, november, october, pain, passion, people, relationship, remember, romantic, sad, sad love, september, sorrow, spiritual, stars, time, today, together, tree, uplifting, wind,

The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home

Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: august, baseball, beautiful, bird, blue, children, creation, earth, eve, first love, imagination, inspirational, native american,

This Blue Moon

This Blue Moon..
This moon is hypnotizing , this moon knows all Truth and lies

it is a rare moon and filled with questions asked 
luminous clouds weaving through , knowing all through existence

showing me there is yet true love in the mist

who else has been captured by the Magic that surrounds this Blue Moon tonight ~
pure  light and magic that pulls on your soul , instinctively,  when called you will go
with all senses enhanced, romancing you 
 all that you know

it controls the waters at Sea, as though it instructs all sea life
speaking to the dolphins' and lighting the oceans glow 

telling the night owl too take flight and hunt ~ 
showing a white Owl for the first time seen

this moon is speaking , listening to all prayers 
there is more around us, more then the finest of wise Men know

Look at this moon tonight 
Tell me now what the truth is 
This Blue knows.

Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: angel, change, dedication, farewell, grief, lost love, time,

Night Of The August Moon

Night Of The August Moon

She loved and left all too soon
my lover from nights of the August moon
Hair so black with eyes so blue
we joined, we fell in deep love , we two

Time stood still as we demand
our hearts beat in each other's hand
Dawns birthed new days of thrills
we roamed the valleys and forested hills

Ages passed in those blissful days
hold out against life's mysterious ways
Fate sent its messenger to cast
a separation that sadly did forever last

Sun is black each day at high noon
 as I cry for my lover of The August Moon

Robert JLindley,  1/1-2015

Poem Details | by Phoukhong SONEVONGXAY |
Categories: august, girlfriend, home, i miss you, lonely, love, poetry,


Vehicles flow on the road
Engines rumble loudly throughout
All vehicles are running on the same road
But as each of them is different destination

So many people travel back and forth 
They step on the same path 
All of them are in a hurry and introvert
But they do not converse together
Each of them has own target

I blend with those people
I do not know them and they do not know me as well
I only recognize who am I? And where to go? 
My destination is my beloved  motherland 
I look upon someone's waiting for my return
Darling...!! I will be back...

Ho Chi Minh CityNovember 04, 2014

Poem Details | by Verlena S. Walker |
Categories: august, dance, desire, drink, fun, how i feel, i love you,


Taste buds astute.
How perspicacious are you?
Everyone tends to know food.

Socializing and now you are ready for your appetizer.
Kicking off your shoes and now you are relaxing.
Yesterday was hectic but today is perfect.

Involve your mind because you are
Sassy and fine.

Taste of champagne
Has my mind playing games
Every time I hear your name.

Let’s party
Invigorate the environment
Motion and rhythm
Intimate and together
This is our time.

Poem Details | by HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories: death, husband, life, lost love, love, wifeaugust, love,

August 25th, 1971

“I never Travel without my Diary, one should always have 
    something sensational to read“Oscar Wilde, 1891

Friday August 24th , 1971, 11:58 PM my last night Alone

Saturday August 25th,1971, 7:15 AM I awake with new life
Knowing at 12:00 PM Lenore Adams Becomes my FOREVER WIFE
Until it unfolds;  A Dream of Everlasting LOVE not yet known

Saturday, August 25th,1971, 9:00AM, Breakfast with “DAD” 
“I see the LOVE in my Daughter’s Eyes :Welcome to our Family “

Saturday, August 25th, 1971, 11:00AM

I showered, trim my beard and got dressed ,Tuxedo? : for my BRIDE
The Captain in his Dress Whites on the on the deck of our “Princess Ride”
For the Eons of Forever, in sickness and in Health, will You be by her side 
                                          “  I  W I L L “
For the Eternity of LIFE Forever ;  Do YOU take LENORE as YOUR BRIDE
                                             “ I D O “ 

Saturday August 25th, 1971, 7:13PM , My WIFE , My LIFE, My LOVE :  Entered Heaven
                                           My Last Entree

Inspired by the Contest  “ The Diary “  Sponsored by ~Constance~ A Rambling 
                            Written by HGarvey Daniel  Esquire
                                         1st Place

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: august, emotions, feelings, heartbreak, love hurts,

Steeped In Hurt

Shadows of yesterday
eclipse reality.
Yet in hope lies my dreams 
finally free of doubt.

Love’s elusive touch
manipulates pleasure.
And always wanting more
fledgling feelings take wing.

Desire turns into lust 
untethered to your heart.
And love’s consigned to dreams
whenever doubts win out.

When bonds of trust dissolve
love wasn’t meant to be
Yet melting into dreams
it stays just within reach.

It doesn't help to cry
though your heart's steeped in hurt.
For just like all the rest
this heartache too will pass.

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: august, emotions, feelings, love hurts,

Dreams Disappear

When watching dreams disappear
reality’s hard to bear.
For as they start to vanish
it’s like I’m choking for air.

Captive to a secret wish
I’m a prisoner of love.
And I’m under so much stress
I beg guidance from above.

I exposed fragile feelings
that you then used against me.
And now unrequited love
vows to never let me be.

In a fit of jealousy
my passion betrayed your trust.
And yet I never meant to
deceive you, blame it on lust.

I’m left reeling from your words
wounded to my very core.
And it's excruciating,
cause you're the one I adore.

Poem Details | by Deepak Chalise |
Categories: art, august, beautiful, beauty, bereavement, change, character,

Love affairs

Love affairs

Within the heart not only love 
Depth of ocean space far
Cumulative wish compressive being, 
Can stay longer longer

Granary of love, tremendous wide, 
One can stick all over life
Melodious love heart rending wails 
All immerse from the heart

Those big people have immensely dignified
Lay out of heart on never ending praise
If wished to hide it gives you place
When to evoke reject like stale

So generous it is like things 
Never cares it benefits or harms
Those mind which can love to all 
In next time becomes deadlier killer

Dumb it is, stuns again
Whatever you beg it pours full
No sense it has
Bumps in the head 

Sometimes fatal open 
It likes killings, failure to all thinking
Self is monarch of all
Sneaks so soon if smells wrong

Elopes from lovelier claim
No one can define secrets of love affairs 
Those lovers have hid along the lives, 
Love affairs are amazing games.

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: august, betrayal, emotions, feelings, love hurts,

To Walk Away

As anger hurls departing words
deceitful tactics are employed.
And two hearts are split asunder
spilling pain they sought to avoid.

When dreams began to drift apart
arguments held their smiles at bay.
And letting doubt push love aside
they somehow choose to walk away.

Anxieties begin to climb
while summoning tears to their pain.
And yet though they are steeped in hurt
bittersweet memories remain.

Loneliness longs for feelings felt
in the closeness of an embrace.
And hope tries to revive passion
by encouraging hearts to race.

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: august, break up, emotions, feelings, hurt, inspiration, lost love,

Fragile Feelings

Love inflicts pain hearts must bear
when shadows of doubt appear.
And though it may seem unfair
sometimes all that's left is fear.

Dreams on a slippery slope
coat the fringes of darkness.
And fate forces you to cope
with reality's starkness.

Fragile feelings require care
in a world of push and shove.
Yet hope courts every affair
even unrequited love.

You live a lie that was spun
from fragments of trust and truth.
And reel from the damage done
to the innocence of youth

You mustn't give in to tears
though your heart’s broken in two.
For as the hurt disappears
time will heal your heart for you.

Poem Details | by Hannah Bruce |
Categories: august, death of a friend, heartbroken, i love you, i miss you, relationship, remember,

It's been a year

Since I have seen your smile
Or have heard you laugh
Since we had “meetings” in my bathroom,
I remember your spot was always the bath.
Since we met over Facebook
We then started talking,
Since our first kiss in the backseat
And i got to hold your hand while walking.
Since we texted and called each other
And stayed up all night
Since your messages
Woke me up in the morning light.
Since you hung out in the garage
And played guitar with my brother
Since the first time you came over
And became another son to my mother.
Since we laughed until we cried
Laying on my bed
Since “see you soon”
Were the last words you said.
Since you, My best friend
Have passed away
Since my heart broke into a million pieces
That morning in German class that day.
Since I've lost the only relationship
That meant the world to me
Since I've actually smiled without pretending
And showed the real me.
Since I've seen your shaggy hair
And your bright blue eyes
Since you would drive over late at night
Just to bring me a sweet tea and fries.
Since we used to play like ninjas
And I’d surprise you with my attack
Since I've accepted the fact
That you’re never coming back.
Aug28th, 2013
It’s been a rough year without youAccepting the fact that I won’t see you again until the day I join you up there in the heavensI’ll always remember youYou’re in my heart and always on my mindI could never forget youI miss you with all of my heart and soulI’d give anything to see you one more time and hug youJust to see you smile and to hear your laughTo feel your presence before you even walked through my doorYou showed me that there is a life worth living, just wish I could live it with you againI love youIn memory of Skyler Dahne Shawn Turner.

Poem Details | by kasim ishmael |
Categories: august, life, lonely, love, lust,

Silent Love

Love is something we all can enjoy,
It is something we all can share,
we can fall in love with someone'
And love them without them being aware

Only that very special someone, 
Can make our heart breathe again
They gives us comfort
To stand and enjoy the falling rain

The person Who we all care about.
But we are so we scared to let it shows
While deep in our hearts
the silent love we hides slowly grows

I don't know why we met
But I'm happy god made it happen
And I feel so close to you
with a silent love that must be hidden

From the first time I saw you
My heart was drawn to you
I saw all the wonderful qualities you posses 
in your heart comes shining through

I wish you were mines to hold
To hug to kiss and not let go
But you belongs to someone else
So my silent love you will never know

I wish I could tell you every time, 
How much I long to be in your heart
How much you have touch my soul
Hold you close and never ever be apart

this love inside of me is strong,
There are no boundaries for it to hide,
I want to scream it out to you
But this silent love must remain inside

You said you love the ocean
To sit an watch the sunset
And get lost in your romantic heart
While your feet in the water gets wet

You are a romantic at heart
You are a bright shining star
you're my beautiful friend
And I am your secret admirer

And until I find the courage to tell you
Of my deep feeling I have for you 
My silent love will continue to grow
And you will never have a single clue

Poem Details | by Kishan sharma |
Categories: april, arabic, aubade, august, bangla, baptism, beach,

Separation difficult in love

Why is separation apart from my match?
For what we have been so far from beloved.

Come near me now,you should be embrace me,
Not meeting me far away,bigger than you.

Do not think that whatever you can now tell me,
Do you want me now?

Is trust, then punishment, do not give it now,
Consider it love, now you importunity.

Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: august, beautiful, beauty, blue, dark, depression, desire, dream, feelings, for her, happiness, heart, heartbroken, hope, how i feel, i love you, loneliness, lonely, longing, lost, lost love, love, poetry, red, romance, romantic, sad, sad love, truth, women, write,

Can't Love be with me for once

Can't Love be with me for once

in my life.

Can't Love for once in my life

see the way I live

and accept me for who I am

and not for what I possess.

I have seen love bounce back and forth

through the darkened streets of life

and I sat on the park benches,


I can't wait till love comes again

but can't love just be with me for once

and live with me, embrace me, to see me late at night,

come through the doors of perception.

Can't Love be with me for once

throughout the valleys of sorrow and depression

and shine its glorious face onto me,

like the first morning rays of the sun at dawn.

I cannot understand, why

Love can't just be with me for once...


I ask you, why?

Can't Love just laugh, and talk to me

Can't the arrow of Cupid find me already.

I have found my time, now I have no love.

The beauty of Plato's words that melt of the page

as you read word for word, and my heart melts away.

Why can't love just be with me for once,

once in a great, blue moon.

Too walk through the dew sprinkled, dawn days in August

as I walk to my chamber

and ready to love,

but love can't be found.

Can't love just come already.

Show its pretty face,

Hold my hand,

kiss me and I kiss back,

to read a book of poetry to her

as she lays in my arms,

and then we shall make love

under the twilight.

The stars shall shine

the moon shall be bright and full

and I shall find love one day.

One lonely day, as I sit in the wayward cafe

drinking my sorrows away,

writing my poetry

and love shall walk through that door

I shall find her and take her by the hand

and kiss her upon her soft cheek.

I just ask,

Why can't love just be with me for once.

Poem Details | by Christina Hons |
Categories: anger, august, baseball, conflict, home, horror, water,

Tough Love

Rain passes through quenching the thirst of the parched dry lands.
Lightning flashes and thunder crashes as God clinches his hands.
For he has grown wreary of his creations' greed.
Turning his back on the populationIgnoring the cries during their time of need.
He can't stand to watch as we indure his punishment.
Tough love now will save many on the day of judgment.

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: august, betrayal, emotions, feelings, imagery, lost love,

Memories Carry Weight

When betrayal alters fate
your anxieties increase.
For memories carry weight
when emotions seek release.

Love drowns in a pool of tears
forming a sea of regret.
Yet although it may take years
time promises you’ll forget.

When love's nowhere to be found
rising hopes begin to ebb.
And hearts make a crying sound
caught within depression's web.

Accepting change can be hard
for lies try to block your way.
And you must be on your guard
cause courage can slip away.

Today's a good day to start
healing the hurt in your soul.
And let love into your heart
before time exacts its toll.

Poem Details | by Bob shank |
Categories: devotion, lost love, sad, sun,

An August Mourning

clear skies of passionate blue
a pictuesque sun shining through
warmth to families of here and now
their happiness creases my brow

empty hearts shall bask alone
wondering why the sun ever shone
upon the shores of a hapless soul
whose only light became death's toll

hugs and kisses I didn't give
those memories, sharp as a Scythe
yesterdays have come and gone
yet my August Mourning carries on........

for HER memory