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Poem Details | by Elaine George |
Categories: death, love, ocean,

Where my True Love Lives - A Ballade

Seared upon my soul for ever more
That break of dawn upon a summer morn
As I made my way along that rocky shore
Strewn with remnants from a ragging storm
When through a rising mist of gray - so forlorn
I saw a badly broken sinking ship
With canvas wings of white so sadly torn 
There beneath those majestic purple cliffs

And as that mighty fearless ocean roared 
With salty breezy breath so filled with scorn
I saw it rise up from the ocean floor
Wrapped in a velvet coat so frayed and worn 
A red, red, rose impaled upon a thorn 
Where passion bled like rain from ruby lips 
Upon a vivid memory reborn 
There beneath those majestic purple cliffs 
      
The wind - it whispered - in my ear - Lenore		
As black clouds in the sky began to form		
Into a face I’d never seen before			
With hollow cheeks that endless tears adorned	
That fell in frozen crystal drops so foreign....		
Then from those clouds his face began to slip  	
And I cried  the tears of a woman scorned 			
There beneath those majestic purple cliffs		

Lenore, the love he would forever mourn
That from his pen on page in words did drip
As I read his poetry and love was born
There beneath those majestic purple cliffs.


~~~~
Author:  Elaine George of Canada
 Written:  February 28, 2011

A tribute to: Edger Allen Poe and his Lenore


Poem Details | by Dana Smith |
Categories: love, moon, nature, love, may, sun, time,

Moon and Sun

Although we meet the dying day Our sun ensconced in melting blue The moon’s held high to swing and sway Her light may sprinkle, softest hue No other reason but for you There’s a time when all stars must go When the sky can hold only two And that is when my love will grow. One night, the whitest white will stray Snowflakes sticking to dying rue The sun may flash its final ray But after that, the golden’s through And once again the night is new We’ll let the winters beauty show The fireplace our burning cue And that is when my love will grow. There is a time in early May When flowers bloom and spring is new Then laughter shakes as children play Shrieking with fun that’s over-due Who could cry today, guess a few. I’ve felt the sunshine’s warmest glow One day I’ll feel your warmest, too And that is when my love will grow. When sunshine fades, moon glows anew; And when she dips once more, he’ll go And when they’re in the sky, just two- And that is when my love will grow.


Poem Details | by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, love, passion, people, places, seasons,

A LOVER WITH GENTLE HANDS

Lover, touch her with a gentleness
which maker her quiver with passion;
when whispered words matter,
a delightful thought can enlighten
her sublime smile lost in happiness,
what else will she desires more than love?
Inside the fire is unquenchable,
and the joy is unsurmountable:
when it is started and given
by a lover with gentle hands;
a lover whose trust in her is pure!

In that meadow where wild flowers
are a dazzling red and invite fragile butterflies,
the waving grass of the fragrant hill
turns a solar yellow in extreme heat...
as two lovers  weave amazing dreams
by the shade of a willow tree;
and who knows this season better than they?

Lover with gentle hands,
never take those hands away;
keep caressing her, never pretend; 
and whenever she asks for another kiss:
be generous and make her delirious...
as the  southern wind brings
another fragrance of distant memories
that a forgetful lover leaves behind!

Even this memorable day is coming to its end,
and the kisses intensify as you wish for stars...
chasing away the scarlet sunset with impatient eyes;
and she gladly expresses that intense imotion,
never refusing, ever obedient and silently
she lets every sense be taken by imagination...
only feeling the gentle hands of a lover, who demands
nothing more than faithfulness and generosity!   
  


Poem Details | by Dear Heart |
Categories: dark, death, lost love,

''For All Eternity''

 
The rain the rain is falling down, in sleep His tomb is wet, so dark the stone, so cold And words are deep engraved, I weep and weep In stone the man I love, his death foretold I will love him for all time blissfully He calls in death he calls, his voice ice-cold This heart is yours for all eternity In the dark I hear his murmurs, he calls His tomb is wet, so dark the stone, so cold He lays beneath the soil and the sun falls He haunts my days and nights, my hand he holds My dark angel that will never get old A voice, a whisper, calling to me darkly In dreams he beckons from beyond so bold This heart is yours for all eternity I open the old gate, the rain drizzles His tomb is wet, so dark, the stone so cold The wind takes my long hair, the trees tremble I fear my love who will never get old I feel his wings fall over me ice-cold Kissing his dead lips so sweet and deeply His breath freezing, I weep for love untold This heart is yours for all eternity My tomb is wet, so dark the stone, so cold Do not weep for I am here endlessly I will never release you from my hold This heart is yours for all eternity _____________________________ April 8, 2015 Ballade Theme - Dark Love Tweek - Two Refrains, B refrain on line 2 of each stanza and line one of Envoi along with required C refrain on line 8 of each stanza and last line of refrain For the contest, Not Your Average Ballade, sponsor Catie Lindsay Tenth Place


Poem Details | by Lu Loo |
Categories: cancer, death,

Love Can Never Be Redeemed

Before the roses withered cancer took her in vain, after the petals w i l t e d her scent never gone- For only one thing in his heart could ever remain, the way she used to sing that special love song, for he had known it had always been her all along. When you fall in love you awake to a new dream, and in loving her he could never go wrong- When your beloved dies, LOVE CAN NEVER BE REDEEMED. When they first met he thought he would go insane, Her eyes so big and brown with amber hair so long- For passion and romance in his heart were engrained, And t o g e t h e r in such harmony they both did belong, For a marriage proposal, he could not prolong. They bore a child and life became quite extreme, before they knew it that little girl already foregone- When your beloved dies, LOVE CAN NEVER BE REDEEMED At her grave he lingers hoping closure he’ll gain, But his head is telling him to try to be headstrong- For on his broken heart a crimson blood stain, And the d i s t a n c e seems to be forever farlongue. Wishing someone to pierce his heart with a prong. Through all the heartache they made the perfect team, Oh, once more if only he could hear that ol’ love song- When your beloved dies, LOVE CAN NEVER BE REDEEMED. After the petals w i l t e d her scent never gone, he shall never forget his beautiful wife Doreen- For he had known it had always been her all along, when your beloved dies, LOVE CAN NEVER BE REDEEMED. December 14, 2016


Poem Details | by cherie thomas |
Categories: love,

layer

Barriers broken, 
   Words unspoken
Cant let you in
  My skins to thin
My hands are bare
  Sweat covers the 
Fear.

A layer taken,
  Starting to break in
My thoughts are shaken
  I cant breath...

Im sinking slowly
  I have to leave
The door is closing
  Im slowly choking.

Your prescence is 
provoking
  Intoxicating.
Another layer taken
  Nothing faking.

Im slipping in silence
  Weakened in shyness
Butterflies, fluttering, 
  Anxious, nervous
Whenever your near.

A layer has just again, 
  Disappeared
Your touch is tender
  Passionate, intense.

Im breathless, blinded
  Have no defense.
I cant deny what I feel
  Inside
Although I hide.
  A layer subsidies.

This is heavy, I love you
  So much.
I scream with emotion,
  Each time we touch.

You have pulled me out
  I have, let you in.
I have never experienced
  This feeling.

Vulnerable no longer,
  My heart secured.
My love crys with
  Happiness

No longer a layer
  A layer no more

This was originally, meant to be a song.
I wrote
Inspired by a song I love
Colour blind ,,by counting crows:)

contest: new poets 
Posted 6/ 14/ 2013


Poem Details | by M. Teresa Blaylock |
Categories: angst, life, love, nature, passion, people, social,

Pretty Paper Doll

You scowl in anger as I turn to go,
   Your gemstone eyes so full of jealous heat;
You do not understand, and cannot know
   The thoughts that turn my head and guide my feet.
The image which you have is incomplete,
   And so by definition soon will fall.
Your views are suffocating -- obsolete --
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.

I will not bend my head or stoop down low
   To make myself a mindless slab of meat,
Or let my soul be shaken to and fro
   To lose itself and crouch beneath your seat.
Would you deny my voice to hear the bleat
   Of brainless chatter, just to watch me crawl
To bed and spread my legs beneath your sheet?
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.

An ever-changing wind will come and blow
   Through Winter, Spring, and Summer, in the street;
And restless waters will forever flow,
   Their colors cool, their textures smooth and sweet;
Yet you would change the pulsing, throbbing beat
   Of Life and Love, to answer ev'ry call.
Mistakes made in the past, you would repeat --
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.

Your mental boxes, always stacked and neat,
   Have packed my essence up against a wall.
Take care, my love -- this gypsy heart is fleet;
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.


Poem Details | by Alan Brown |
Categories: heart, life, love, love hurts, lust, sad, silence,

Whisper to me

I sit here in silence staring at my phone
Hoping to hear her familiar ring
I wish she was with me, but I’m on my own, 
Wanting to hear her more than anything
Why can’t I hear her heart whisper to me? 

If I’m lucky, I see her once a day, 
Keeping to herself, silent as always
She’s surrounded by people, lost in fray, 
Yet she commands the room, and it obeys
Why can’t I hear her heart whisper to me? 

I see her walking calmly down the hall,
Her eyes fixated on the muted ground
She does not seem to notice me at all, 
Passing me without a glance nor a sound
Why can’t I hear her heart whisper to me? 


Poem Details | by DON JOHNSON |
Categories: adventure, love,

happy ever after

the happy ever after, is what we need to find, the perfect friend and lover, not just any kind, found is caught, when sometimes sought, lock your eyes with they, looking is the nicest sport, don't let em get away, Ah yes love is necessary for strength of mind, and might we love you all the time, though time doeth bring me pain to blind, true love will find a way :)
Tony L. been there sometimes i had thought, but not the one cos i had ought, still searching 4 the one:) Don Johnson
John S...deep within the soul would meet, the other half, soul mate sweet, attract her drag her to your door, will it, find what you adore, make it so within your mind, reject all others, not your kind, yes she will come for sure...


Poem Details | by John Long |
Categories: allegory, death, friendship, life, lost love, love, political, song-death, words, heart, death, heart, kiss, silver,

Silver Thumb

She’s  the girl, the girl with the tender touch
A spider's touch
Such a cold thumb
Beckons you to enter her web of sin
But don't go in

colorful  words she will pour in your ear
But her  lies can't disguise what you fear
For a silver man knows when she's kissed him
It's the kiss of death from

Miss Silver Thumb
handsome  man beware of her heart of silver
This heart is cold

Silver words she will pour in your ear
But her lies can't disguise what you fear
For a silver man knows when she's kissed him
It's the kiss of death from

Miss Silver Thumb
handsome man  beware of her  heart of silver
her  heart is cold

She loves only silver
Only silver
She loves silver
She loves only silver
Only silver
She loves Silver


Poem Details | by Crystal mcgregor |
Categories: death, love, teen, life, world, life,

Now You Win

He used to give her roses
he used to make her smile
he always said he loved her
but it only lasted for a while

he used to be so nice
told her stories of his past
he used to treat her like a princess
but this love did not last

He started calling her names
soon slammed her to the floor
began to play all kinds of games
her heart soon broken and tore

must have been her fault
every guy has done this to her before
i must tell you her story 
because she isn't with us anymore

she wrote a letter
that told of her life 
nothing was getting better 
she began to use a knife

this is the letter
no one has ever read
the life that plagued her
and this is what it said

Dear whoever,
I couldn't take it anymore
my life so full of pain
my world fell around me
i soon was drove insane

I'd come home with bruises
marks around my neck
I'd have to cover my wounds
my life soon became a wreck

I started to slice 
crimson puddles began to pour
i now write you this letter 
as i lie weak on the floor

I cannot wait to leave this place
no one here with a care
I can now leave without a trace
knowing that no one is aware

I cannot wait to see
how every one will react
when they finally see what hes done to me
and all the courage that i lack

I know that you'll all be happy
no longer have to see
that somewhere in this world 
i the one writing longs to be free

now i must say goodbye
with no one to say it to
when all my life was based on lies
what else was there for me to do?

so when you look in the sky
just think Matt of what you've done
your always saying you win?
not this is the time that you have won!


Poem Details | by Renie Simone |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, love, love hurts, romance, symbolism, write,

Falling in Love with a Writer is a Faulty Design

Falling in Love with a Writer is a Faulty Design
We see things that other females
don’t pay a tuppence to.
Like a half-burned cigarette tail,
Your osculation of deep, dense rouge—
A secret trusted only by two.
With our own hands, we mimic time
And manipulate the world you once knew.
Falling in love with a writer is a faulty design.

To your heart, we assail
With words plunked to a tune;
In your soul, with great force, we impale.
From a love-front angle of view 
You might feel a tad misconstrued,
like a poorly mixed cocktail.
Ricochet from baseline to fault line,
But every time you pull through ‘cause you knew,
That falling in love with a writer is a broken design.

When we close our eyes and slowly inhale;
We hear the laughter of a family in an empty room
And unveil the retold, recycled tales.
Picturing why the dust rests less heavily on one broom,
And can smell the meal Ma cooked when they came home from school.
From the underworld and past the skyline,
We scour everything down to its last detail.
Falling in love with a writer is a grueling design.

To us, your eyes flourish like flowers in June
With lips– silky like cabernet wine.
And although sometimes we forget to say we love you,
Remember that falling in love with a writer can be a beautiful design.


Poem Details | by Allan Terry |
Categories: art, film, guitar, love, magic, money, music,

A PRINCESS SONG TO BE LOVED

SWORNLOVERS IS A STORY
ABOUT A BEAUTIFUL QUEEN
WHO IS MADLY IN LOVE WITH
A PRINCE THOUSANDS OF MILES
AWAY FROM HER.

ON HER 21 BIRTHDAY SHE IS SUMMONED TO
COME TO THE PALACE OF DULDRUM IN THE
BEAUTIFUL LAND OF FLOWDOOR, THEIR SHE IS TO
MEET THE HANDSOME PRINCE TULTOV OF THE
KINGDOM OF GILDRED.
THE ONLY THING ABOUT MAKING THE TRIP SHE HAS TO GO THROUGH
THE EVIL NEITHER WORLD WHERE THE EVIL WICTHQUEEN DEVILISHA
REIGNSDEVILISHA IS IN LOVE WITH THE BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS, AND WISHES TO
KEEP HER APART FROM THE HANDSOME PRINCEON THE TRIP TO THE GILDRED KINGDOM, THE EVIL QUEEN BECOMES AWARE OF THE TRAVELS OF THE BEATIFUL PRINCESSSHE AND HER EVIL SORCEROR ( WHO WISHES TO BE HER LOVER AND KING OF THE NEITHER-WORLD, BUT IS CONSTANTLY REJECTED BY THE QUEEN) CONJARS UP A POTION THAT MAKES THE TREES OF THE FOREST INTO WALKING TALKING CREATURETHEY BLOCK THE SUN, AND AND CAUSE DAY TO BE COME NIGHT, THEN THEY CAPTURE THE BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS AND HER TRUSTY COMPANIONSBUT FORTUNATLY FOR THE PRINCESS, A BEST FREIND IN THE WORLD, A CHANLING FINDS THE POWER TO CHANGE INTO A FLYING CREATURE, HE FLY'S TO THE HANDSOME PRINCE'S CASTLE AND WARNS HIM OF THE PRINCESS CAPTURE.


Poem Details | by Oma Bennett |
Categories: love, mother, wifebeautiful, beauty, flower, beautiful, beauty, flower, rose,

A Woman Like a Rose

The rose bud is small and the smell is so sweet
 And no other flower in the garden quite so unique

When the petals unfold it makes a beautiful rose
and  the fragrance of that flower fills the air 

Take the thorns from  that beautiful rose
and the beauty can no longer to be found

When the morning dew falls softly on  the rose
it's like a  tear on a woman's face when she cries

 And when a woman's pride  is  taken away
 like the rose her beauty is faded and gone

So never make a woman cry and men be very aware
her beauty may be hidden but the thorn is still  there


Poem Details | by Albert Price |
Categories: art, happiness, health, imagination, life, love, nature, philosophyage, beauty, age, beauty, may,

BALLADE TO MATURE BEAUTY

Easy comes beauty in youth’s natural spring,
But with age its mellow dimensions grow.
Like to a bud, a full bloom, age will bring.
With grace its beauty does ebb and glow,
Its liberty allows its new functions to show.
Mature beauty is and will be admired always,
Youth’s beauty and its esteem goes to and fro,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.


Mature beauty has a melody to sing,
And this it releases so that you will know,
The elegance and blessing of its echo’s ring.
The evidence of a mind is part of its show,
For it opens tastefully with a view to bestow.
Ageless beauty never lacks for praise.
The beauty of life’s spring may lose its glow,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.


In poetry and melody its praises we bring,
For mature beauty’s many dimensions we know.
With fervid dignity I see it take to wing,
Giving the young buds an inspiring show.
May you long guide youth as they grow,
Leading them in elegance the celestial ways.
So youth will  know how easy beauty may go,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.


Now young buds aspire to full blooms grow,
And become worthy of nature’s timeless praise.
Allow your charm in majesty and grace to glow,
And may your ageless beauty have endless days.


Poem Details | by Nina Mindova |
Categories: angel, baptism, beauty, christian, god, love, miracle,

A poem for My Beloved













2011, Yambol








A poem for My Beloved
1.He is like a bunch of  myrrh,
He is gilding my fingers
With fragrance.
He is weaving into between
My breasts, He is cloaking on
My pearl buttons in sunrise redden
Like a droplets of blood,
A necklace of my heart,
A star of cinnamon tree,
A porcelain cup with milk
On a small table,
Till a silver spoon which
He is taking up slowly along
His stifling lips, and like a butterfly
Is swallowing a little chalice of my heart.
My beloved is walking and decreasing.

2He wakes the forests green like emerald
Hayricks, white droplets, running on the
Face of the sky.
Eyebrows of clouds ,each snowdrop
bowing down
Under His white fingers.
All blade of grass reducing.
The pomegranates are like big chalices
For Holy communion.
My Beloved lifted it.
His back have been cut of
Smart whips, blood veronicas
Shoots up His white skin,
Strained like a drum, for fierce mad
Throng.
My Beloved will never be separated
From my breasts.
Myrrh deeply in my bosom and I
Live from her Holiness,
Golden lichen in golden hoops,
Tightens up my heart.
Beloved how giving out a sweet perfume,
Smells a summer.






Nina Mindova was born in Yambol, Bulgaria.
She graduated at Bulgarian philology, English philology in Paisii Hilendarski university in Plovdiv and Theology in VEBI Sofia..
She is author of six poetry books.








Poem Details | by Nina Mindova |
Categories: allegory, angel, baptism, beach, beautiful, beauty, butterfly, christian, heaven, jesus, life, love, passion, song-easter, sea, blue, sea,

Sea impression

                 
                 Wave a sea softened
                  and a pain and a tenderness
                   throw dreams in fascination
                   of the blue.
                   And let shave the waves of
                   Your eternity , oh, weigh
                    above me,
                    oh,weigh a  coast of years.
                    Carry far in azure, spiral
                    ships,
                    with bulging little abdomens,
                    flutter with mahagony pinions
                    and already in vain  expect you
                    to stop the scales harbours 
                    with hot flames for You are
                    open.
                    Far away, far away ,far away,
                    stretched string,
                    heart and frank await the 
                    hymn of June.
                    All sea sisters are dressed in
                    mother-of-pearl garment
                    embroidered of kiss of 
                    eternity
                    In the morning hunts them
                    fishermen and revive with
                    breath of their man’s hands.
                    In the evening girls wash 
                    their black tunics,
                    in their blue hearts,
                    their feet white ,who cadge
                    heavy chains.
                    The night is squeezed enigma
                    and ugly,
                    predatory like a bat pecking
                    of scarlet fig.
                    Sea sisters, sea sisters,
                    remember His steps 
                    which go through you noiselessly,
                  and ou swing like
                  bloody wine-
                 hold in His fingers Herod,
                 Pilate washes his hands,
                in Yours heirs
               and they bristled like winter
               icicles bristles of innoncent blood
               There at Golgotha 
                hearing terrible cry,
                blood gushes like
               wounded river disappear
               like Easter roses,
              in weeds of flushed 
     preditory crowd,
     to open way of
     saving.
     Who is He?
     Do you heard 
     His name ?
     He is Messiah,
     God’s anoited
      Jesus Christ.
      Like little sheeps,
      clouds of candy floss,
      they welcome festivaly.
       Barefooted are feet 
      of lovely swarthy steps
     of the sun, came to bow,
      before You , Creator.
      The sea throws his 
       magnificent silver flesh,
      blue like heavently lace,
       to swallow all stars 
       only Bethlehem’s
      stays inextinguishable,
       pretty like uncreated
      like an apple of not 
      born girl     


Poem Details | by craig schaber |
Categories: art, hope, love, passion, romance, me, love, me, smile,

The awkward moment

The awkward moment when youre talking to yourself and start to smile like an idiot , because youre so hilariousYour body makes you sexyYour smile makes you prettyYour lips make you yummyBut your personality makes you beautifulNobodys perfect but baby your perfect for meOk is that how it is , now i see how i much i truely mean to you Now your just somebody that i used to knowI wonder Do you think about me as much as i think about youWould it be ok if i took your breath away.My lips are the gun , my smile is the trigger , my kisses are the bullets , label me a killaI no it would be easier walking away but what we got is real and i wanna save usGirl i can't lie , i miss you you were the only person i truely was commited totalking to you for hours on the phone offically made my night a hole lot betterBut its’ funny you never loved me to The hardest thing about realizing you don't love me., is that you spent so much time pretending that you didThats ok because I have found someone better to replace youDont you hate what you feel like when you truely love someone and everyone else is against your decision But she’s the only one i wanna be with First i made you who you are , then i made it.


Poem Details | by Albert Price |
Categories: dance, happiness, hope, love, music, paradise, romance,

MAY THE BAND BEGIN THE BEGUINE

There seem so many adventures in far exotic places,
When romancers enjoy serenity and moments so sweet.
Their hearts swoon with greenery’s fragrant traces
And romantic  expressions their lips begin to repeat,
As the eternal delights and joys impel their hearts to beat.
Their erotic pleasures devise their own fanciful idyllic scene,
As their movements together seem less and less discreet.
So let’s say heartily may the band begin the beguine.

Here I sit in wonder as my mind is going through paces,
With nothing more than the past with which to compete.
About the hearth of yore and the embers it  yet embraces;
I ask the God of love if it may again emit such heat,
Sufficient to give light to every fixture of this retreat.
It might  awaken age fermented desires so serene  
To reign like the stars high above in sublime conceit.
So let’s say heartily may the band begin the beguine.

May two lovers once again gaze into each other’s faces;
May answers to each other’s eternal questions  be complete.
And might their future be inherently bright by God’s graces;
As they are amused by songs and melodies so sublimely sweet
And tripping  the light  fantastic confines vanish below their feet.
With long remembered yearnings they dine with regal mien,
As they seek all their memories dreams and visions to replete.
So let’s say heartily may the band begin the beguine.

A toast to all romantics who are so inspired by sentiments like this,
Who prepare for the most gorgeous event possibly foreseen,
Who await the return of a romantic age of experiences of bliss.
 So let’s say heartily may the band begin the beguine.


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: feelings, inspiration, life, love, relationship, romance, sweet,

MERGED IN SURRENDER

MERGED IN SURRENDER Kiss me quiet under the rain~ skips and pounds, awash the tears and pain fevering my anguish, with the July moon to stir my slothful frown, wide-skirted trees swing demure on the breeze their cyclic sops and bows-- a dancing clown. Our hands clasp to spins and turns on that wet ground, tango to loves groove, we are pleased to tease as this emblaze our spirit and behold our strength. The air touched by purple lilac blossoms caress-- it velvety flirt tickling our pact distress. Our hungered bodies beseech on nightly bounds in a ballroom beseem for loving grounds. From lips tiptoeing on skin, so easy they appease, to strokes flavoured by glows of summer reprise, slow to fast moves wings a-twitter heated degrees as this emblaze our spirit and behold our strength. Among the years where there's whispers that seize, experience match our heartbeats on impermeable squeeze and if tension snaps on daylight and nightfall sound in search of essences where rubbles or debris abounds... In the absence of solution, should we stop to care? Ah! Let crisp leaves of autumn display our memories, cherish the days when February sings Spring: our promise as this emblaze our spirit and behold our strength. Hearken thoughts and hearts merged in surrender, the shaped images and forms impress the depths, our love root a seed echoing the song of forever as this emblaze our spirit and behold our strength. __________________________________________________ ***The first three stanza didn't follow definite rhyme format but the rhymes are retained as much as possible on each stanza except the last one, the envoy is rhymed with Sponsor Catie Lindsey Contest Name Not Your Average Ballade Placed 7th... O.EGuillermo 9:53 pmApril 21, 2015


Poem Details | by Can Yucel |
Categories: love, drug,

Missed You

missed you...
leaving scracthing
my heart for so long
mising you is
drugging my brain
even though we dont
get together often
knowing that you are
with me
is warming inside of
me for long
i understand newly.
your absence,
get out of being a
stucked pain into my
heart
(appeared) as a
continually
emptiness
begining to the
mornings with
caressing you
in the evenings
putting everything
aside
but talking with
you, i miss them...
our playings
our walks
your sweet
naughtiness
your childish
offendings...
how you were strong
to others
while defending me
and how you were
tender
with a couple of
slitted eyes
when you leave
yourself to my
caresses
Even though i never
want you to go
to see that you have
to do that
and without saying
you those
to say 'go now'
'as soon as you
forget me, that soon
you will meet the
happiness'
haw hard to say to
you...
not to be able to
see you and maybe
after years
when we met
to want you to look
at me as a
stranger...
and to deal with my
heart that i forbid
another love


Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: beauty, emotions, feelings, happy, imagery, love,

My New Bride

As I lay in sleep's sweet caress
she places a kiss on my lips.
And as her moist lips gently press
I feel a movement in her hips.
A playful tug and her bra slips
smiles instantly filling the room.
For as our sweat mingles and drips
my new bride makes love to her groom.

Her soft gentle hands massage me
as I rise to the occasion.
And opening my eyes I see
that she needs little persuasion.
Factoring in love's equation
we weave wishes upon hope's loom.
And on this special occasion
my new bride makes love to her groom.

The sunrise paints the morning sky
and the songbirds begin to sing.
Her passion releases a sigh
and she makes me feel like a king.
Her hand is adorned with my ring
and she smells like a rose in bloom.
While we wrestle with sheets that cling
my new bride makes love to her groom.

Our hearts and souls merge and take wing
while the blankets smell of perfume.
For upon the first day of spring
my new bride makes love to her groom.

(A Ballade)


Written April 7th2015  


Poem Details | by Kim Robin Edwards |
Categories: lost love, song,

Let Me Hear Your Heart Beat

When ever you leave.
Don't forget! 
Feel the same for my love.

Don't ever deceive me.
Hold on tight.
Don't let go of my heart.

When ever you return to me.
We can meet.
Any place of your choice.

That's where I'll hear your heart beat.
For my love.
In the dark..

So let me hear your heart beat..
Wooh-ho-oh! 
Wooh-ho-oh! 

Just let me hear your heart beat.
Wooh-ho-oh! 
Wooh-ho-oh! 

Let me hear your heart beat..

Let me hear your heart beat..

Let me hear your heart beat..

Love Song By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1985,2015..ALL rights reserved..


Poem Details | by Lorna Malla |
Categories: animal, best friend, desire, football, friend, i love you, me,

The ELEPHANT I LOVE

There is something about the Elephant I love very much,
I wish I could cuddle him but I know I cannot,
if they be my friend ,I will play soccer with an Elephant on my side,
I will catch hold of his trunk and he'll trumpet me to victory with pride.

There is something about the Elephant I love very much.
Although he is so big ,he won’t give you a fright,
He lifts up his trunk and blesses you instead,
So different from the Lion and Tiger you meet,

There is something about the Elephant I love very much
He is a pure vegetarian, he won’t kill a mouse,
He is worshiped as God for all his good vice.
If we were to crown the king of the jungle again,
It will go to the Elephant our vegetarian friend


Poem Details | by Tonytocaa Camacho |
Categories: lost love, love, missing you,

Loves me loves me not

                                                       Oh 
                                                   Kiss me
                                                   Hug me
                                                    Tell me 
                                                   You love 
                                                       Me
                                                    Share a
                                                   Pleasure
                                                   Tell me it
                                                   Matters
                                                   Let your
                                                    Juices
                                                     Flow
                                                  Let them 
                                                  Run wild
                                                    It's ok
                                                   Like once
                                                   They use
                                                       To
                                                   Not long 
                                                       Ago
                                                  When sun 
                                                     Shined 
                                                     Even in 
                                                 Darkend sky
                                                 When spring 
                                                   Showers
                                                       Fell
                                                    Even in 
                                                Cloudless days
                                               Even thundering
                                                 Herds of wild 
                                                     Horses
                                                 Galloping by
                                              Wouldn't make me
                                                  Blink an eye
                                                   could tell
                                                  It was real
                                                      Love 
                                                 And I thought
                                                 It be forever 
                                                    Forever 
   
                                                     Lasting....


Poem Details | by Rubii Angelz |
Categories: family, me, heart, heart, love, me, truth,

Truth

ANITA STEGALL THE TRUTH IS..IM IN LOVE WITH YOU THA PERSON YOU ARE THE WAY YOU ARE CALM, COOL & COLLECTIVE 
THE TRUTH IS EVEN INN THA HARDEST OF TIMES YOU HELD MY HAND AND WHEN TIMES GOT HARD AND MY FEET COULD NO LONGER BEAR TOO WALK ON YOU GRACEFULLY CARRIED ME INN UR ARMS KISSED MY FOR HEAD AND WISPERED LOVE INTO MY HEART YOU SIMPILY SHOWED ME THE ART AND SMARTS OF LOVE AND CARING YOU PRESENTED YOURSELF AS A MOTHER, A SISTER AND BEST FRIEND 
TRUTH IS NO MATTER HOW HARD TIMES GOT I KNEW IT WAS FOR EVER ME AND YOU 
TRUTH IS YOU WERE MY VERY FIRST BLESSING TOO YOUNG TOO RELIZE SO I USED AND ABUSED UR HEART MIND ND SOUL 
&& IN THA MIST OF IT ALL YOU NEVER STALLED NOR FELL SHORT TOO HAVE MY BACK AND RIDE YOU WERE ONLY A TOUCH AWAY 
TRUTH IS IF I COULD TAKE AWAY ALL THA PAIN, THE YELLING, THA MEMMORYS THEY’D DISSAPIRE UR HEART BEYOND PURE
THE TRUTH IS INN MY EYES YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AN ANGLE, INDEPENDENT, AH SILENET SOIJIAH 
THE TRUTH IS INN MY EYES YOU WERE SIMPILY MY FIRST TRUE LOVE THA ONE TOO TEACH ME TOO GROW TOO STRETGHEN MY HEART 
WHEN MY WINGS COULD NO LONGER HOLD ND I COULD NO LONGER SORE YOU FLEW FROM THA BLUE AND WRAPPED ME INTO YOUR WINGS AND TOGETHER WE SORED THROUGH IT ALL
-THIS IS MY LOVE LETTER OF TRUTH TOO ANITA STEGALL (MY BLESSING && GRANDMA I LOVE YOU)


Poem Details | by Gideon Foli |
Categories: angel, bible, celebration, christian, father, father daughter, fathers day, first love,

A Priceless Diamond

I have discovered a Magnificent Diamond
A Diamond here on earth, not in the sky
His bright light helps others to get by

The shiniest of all shining Diamond
I don’t think we’ll ever find
Such a priceless gem of your kind

Wow! Such an elegance Diamond
A Diamond that twinkles in a dark night
His sparkling smile is contagious and bright

Your glory glows like a Diamond
You’re the ideal, you’re invaluable
Your graciousness and generosity is admirable

A Father or a Diamond?
We call you Daddy, but you’re much more
You’re like an angel for all to adore

You’re my Rock! You’re my Diamond
Without you there is no stability
Without you there is no tranquility

I have seen a beautiful Diamond
A beautiful Diamond for all to see
Your inspiration brings out the best in me

You’re not in the market, ‘cause you’re priceless Diamond
You held my hands when I fell down the hill
You supported me when no one else will

God gave us a Priceless Diamond
To guide us on this rocky way
May the Lord bless you this special day


Poem Details | by Kiara Lowdog |
Categories: life, loss, lost love, love, people,

Equality

Superior?
Is that what you think you are?
Superior?!
Because your skin is lighter?
Because your hair is shorter?
Because your life is better?
Because your voice is deeper?
Why?
I thought you knew
Knew about racism
Knew about sexism
Knew about how it is wrong
Knew how we all are the same inside
But,
Since you are SUPERIOR,
We have no equality to you
Bow
Bow to the superior
Bow


Poem Details | by Jordan Dickinson |
Categories: death, faith, family, fear, food, forgiveness, hope, life, loss, love, nostalgia, people, religion, sympathy, life, christian, christian, day, life, me,

Christian Cross

Head hung low, I walk the street-
Timid to feel the hangman's loss-
Every step on my blistered feet-
Takes me closer to, the Christian cross-
With every second, my soul does exhaust-
Heat-ridden cheeks from tears I cry-
Hide my eyes my shame is discreet-
Explain to me God, why must I die?

You say the hunger game I did cheat-
I see on that hangman's rope your hands across-
How close I was to starvation beat-
Why must  I die for naught but sauce-
On bread instead of my usual moss-
I hope you see my little child cry-
Although to you unjust is a treat-
Hold him God on the day he will die-

With my head hung low, I walk the street-
My family will feel the hangman;s loss-
No more will I walk upon these blistered feet-
Family go, live your life by the Christian Cross-
For my soul is tired, don't let your life exhaust-
My dear sweet loved ones there is no need to cry-
No more reason for you to stand all so discreet-
I am happy at last, on the day that I die-

I will live the rest of my life upon a Christian's Cross-
These murderers relax themselves on their own lie-
In a few short moments I won't feel anymore loss-
I will lift up my head and all so proudly I will die-


Poem Details | by Gideon Foli |
Categories: beauty, bible, brother, faith, family, father, father daughter, fathers day, first love, kids, inspiration,

Words

Words are only not a collection of Alphabets
Words are only not letters used to write a language
It is not only an expression of intellectual knowledge

Words are thought, words are destiny
Words can stab you like a knife
“The Words I preach to you are spirit, and they are life”

Words are the architect of your life
By words the world was frame
It never took His Power or fame

Words can guide the sword
Words can destroy a nation
Words can repair a nation

Words are weaved by the state of the mind
For by thy words thou shall be judged by them
And by thy words thou shall be condemn

Words conveys a message, good or evil
They are the cause and cure of discrimination
Words can indeed bring transformation

Words are blessings from above
They are poems which we compose and write
More importantly, it resonate in our heart at night