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Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: emotions, faith, god, heaven, love, metaphor, symbolism,

God's Holy Whisper of Love

God’s Holy Whisper of Love

I long to hear now God’s holy whisper of love,
For its sacrosanct sound abounds most high above.
This subtle soft tone mirrors forever God’s grace;
It maketh our souls one in His heavenly place.
God’s whisper reflects his love and passion in kind;
It’s His wish for poets to set them in true rhyme.
God’s whisper is our music on this mortal Earth;
It sustains our love spirit for holy rebirth.
Warm tears symbolize always our human passion,
As we seeketh God’s plan for His divine action
God’s whisper sustains us true in all times of need;
He teaches that love conquers all, and we must heed.
God’s love shall be with us until the end of time;
He knoweth that poets shall set His words to rhyme!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
July 15, 2016 (Canzone)

Author’s Notes:
One Stanza
14 Verses
Meter: Iambic Hexameter
Total Syllables: 168
Rhyme Scheme: aabbccddeeffcc


Poem Details | by Dear Heart |
Categories: love,

When The Heart Wants


When we met-  I knew it would be forever,
Those dark fathomless eyes and that deep voice;
We shared many magic moments so nice,
Such lovely walks along the beach hand in hand.
We would walk slow talking about whatever,
Oh, that special place we lay beneath a tree;
That perfect blue azure sky and gentle breeze,
And those rolling waves that caressed the sand.
This special memory is beautiful and grand,
You kissed my ruby lips, whispering sweet words;
And we were lost in our love-  lulled by singing birds,
I wish, I had the power to have time freeze.
Like vines twining, growing together, so did our love,
Now, I weep at your tomb- " forever and ever my love."
__________________________________
June 7, 2016

Poetry/Canzone/When The Heart Wants
Copyright Protected, ID 16-798-386-0
All Rights Reserved Written under Pseudonym.


For the contest, The Color Of Love
sponsor, Casarah Nance

Sixth Place

Poem of the Day, June 9, 2016


Poem Details | by Poet Shi |
Categories: love,

Put A Ring On Your Finger

When you kiss me
I get high like I could 
touch the sky.

When you touch me
I get them butterflies.

Something about you 
really turns me on.

Might be your looks,
or the way that you 
talk...

But one thing's for sure,
I can't get enough of you.

I can see myself spending
the rest of my life with you.

You're driving me crazy,
I'm in need of you daily.

I'm hoping that you feel 
the same, so we can make 
things official between us.

Put a ring on your finger,
and become husband & 
wife.

Then live our lives 
in paradise.

Written by: Poet Shi


Poem Details | by Nicole Signorelli |
Categories: love

Love Spell

A love so zealous
Can defy a thousand men

But to whom shall I give my love
If no one wants, what I have to offer him

I lay awake at night
And cry a million tears
My pillow cries back at me
Because it hears my fears

At daybreak, I lay awake
Heartbroken, yet I persevere
For I will never give up on finding him
Not for a hundred years

Today, I passed a man, who gave me a wink
I think …


Poem Details | by April Walter Skyy |
Categories: love, heart, heart, me,

Ready for Love

I've loved you for awhile.
I know now I can share my heart with you.
You have proved to me that I can trust you with it.
Can you help me put it back together again?
All i ask is for you to handle it with care because it is fragile.
So here it is my heart open but broken.
Ready for you love.


Poem Details | by Dear Heart |
Categories: dream, passion, sensual, , sweet love,

In My Dreamy Dream


In my dreamy dream, a white horse is approaching,  
The rider, an Indian, muscled, brown, handsome;
Flowing long hair with feathers entwined- a phantom,
He beckons to me to come and I drift to him,  
Then, I am an Indian girl and all is dim.
O, soft beaded doe skin dress and waist long hair floating! 
All the night we embrace and fly from falling stars,
As dawn is rising-  he takes me to his tepee;  
We undress and I trace his many battle scars, 
Laying tangled on a bear skin- just he and me 
He kisses my hair, my lips, whispering his sweet love,
Then, the sun comes and I fly away a white dove.

_______________________
December 6, 2015

Canzone

Entered in the contestOne OF Your Best, 
sponsor Rob Carmack

Sixth Place

Entered in the contest, Nighttime Musing
sponsor, 

Did not place in contest


Poem Details | by Poet Shi |
Categories: boyfriend, cute love, deep, first love, girlfriend, how i feel, passion,

If Love

If love was a river

I would pour you
an ocean.

If love was a planet

I would give you a
galaxy.

If love last forever

Then forever is not
enough.

When you feel
how we feel...

Love means more 
to the heart.

If we love to be loved.

Then the feeling is 
mutual.

A feeling incredible...

Magnificent, beautiful.

Written by: Poet Shi


Poem Details | by Mike Quinn |
Categories: love, , black love,

What is Love


What is love?

Love is just a state of mind,
We enter it as if we’re blind.
Love is death love is life,
Love is trouble love is strife.

Love is something we cannot see,
Yet from love we cannot flee.
Love is the reason for life itself,
Sometimes we leave love on the shelf.

Love is the very air that we breathe,
Love is something that we bequeath.
Love is happy love is sad,
Love can sometimes drive us mad.

Love is seldom easily explained,
Sometimes solid and sometimes strained.
Love is distant love is near,
Sometimes obscure and sometimes clear.

Love is funny love is sad,
Sometimes good and sometimes bad.
Love is simple love is plain,
Sometimes mad and sometimes sane.

Love is black love is white,
Sometimes wrong and sometimes right.
Love is cold love is hot,
Sometimes hidden but not forgot.

What is love?, I hear you ask.
To answer this would be a task.
For just as love is not constrained
Love just cannot be explained.


Poem Details | by Perry McDaid |
Categories: allusion, assonance, feelings, hurt, loneliness, love, metaphor,

RUTHLESS

Within the simple heartbeat prowls a spell
Which hunts a tender cage in which to dwell
To resonate its richness: share its thrall
And claw dank loneliness from chosen voids.

It is a predator, and rest assured
Creature for which we pine is just as fell
As any carnivore of which they tell: 
For mercy not in repertoire at all.

It strikes in seedy club and idyll dell
And tears internal organs, hope smoke-cured,
From bloody carcases as once it buoyed
Such viscera on optimistic swell.

It’s not that beast will drag all hearts to hell;
It merely rings for “self” that last death knell.


Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: dream, faith, god, heaven, love, metaphor, symbolism,

Dreams Divine

Dreams Divine

Dreams are deepest images formed in one’s mind, 
Showing us events past, present, and future in kind.
Subtle faces be they that reflect in the soul’s mirror,
Whilst pleading in hints the reason why—not clearer.
God gives us dreams of the divine to spark a fire,
And sustains us in our imperfect trials to so inspire.
God speaks to us in His spirit-dream code of passion,
Whilst Angels on high sing paeans to His divine action.
Dreams show us a mystic way to His love and light,
On trails of cosmic dust bathed bold-bright at night!
God wants us poets to set these dreams to rhyme,
So we all can dream deeply of His true love in kind!
Dreams harken enchantment beyond the everyday,
As we mortals seek God’s holy spirit in every way!     

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
January 1, 2017 (Canzone)

A special tribute to my dear friend Ardiana


Poem Details | by Jasmine Hollar |
Categories: inspirational, life, uplifting, hate, hate,

Love Yourself

Don't hate the stars for their beauty
Don't hate the sun when it doesn't shine
Don't estimate someone's strength
Until you've seen them cry
Don't look for reasons to mourn
Look for reasons to rejoice
Instead of closing your mind
Consider each and every choice
Don't hate the sky for raining
Instead ask the clouds why they cry
Don't take the light inside yourself
Distribute it to the sky
Never hide your inner beauty
To please everyone else
Gather your pride and shine it bright
And go on loving yourself


Poem Details | by Ana Jaquelyn |
Categories: art, beauty, creation,

Love

Sometimes love is not what you give it, love its what you get.


Poem Details | by Tasmina Hayat Khan |
Categories: for him, love,

Resurrection Of Love

I live to love you my 'Love'
I breathe to keep you alive,
I smile to see you ebullient,
I talk to keep you thrive.

Hence I see you drowning to death,
The worries have become thy controller,
You are levitating out of agonies,
See, I'm the same love that you used to call 'flower'!

Still the fragrance is the same, 
O Love! Recall closing your eyes those days..
The meaning of life was 'Me' to you, 
I fancy, I see clearly that then YOU!

Thy admiration made me butterfly,
Bearing more colours than they highly could ever gather.
The charm of life I got from your songs,
That denoted chords when you touched my bangles.

Are the practicalities mightier than your love my Soul? 
Can they really fight back to your mighty will?
Hath your fear mounted its peak for thy enemy? 
To surpass the love-mountain where we built our love territory?

Honey, I'm just here, beside you just feel,
Trying to back you to hope, please chill!
Leave the agonies to be blown away,
We'll make the mountain of happiness out of molehill!

Where you will see 
Only you, only me.


Poem Details | by buggie Felix |
Categories: baby, beautiful, beauty, leaving, loss, love, love hurts,

perfect moments

like a precious stone some memories 

the sound of a perfect stream 

the pink flamingos crossing into shadow 
lit by the eastern sun 

the moment i saw the beauty of your soul


Poem Details | by jessica summers |
Categories: depression, life, loss, lost love, love, love,

butterflys

why do i still get butterflys when you get on the computer?
when i know you dont feel the same way about me
why cant you love me like you did
maybe i have to much focus on you
maybe i am to far away from the true one i love
and dont get happy
it is not you
i should fall back in love with the one
the one that will always be there for me
will be there when i fall
will be there when i break
will be there when i just want to talk
because he will always love you
and it is not some boy that you get all raped up in
it is not anybody on earth that i can feel this way about there is only one person and
only one way
soo dont try


Poem Details | by SEAN CLAUDINE |
Categories: love,

CHARMER'S TOUCH

So alike to a budding rose, casting out the scent of its unique pollen.

So alike to an unfurling cocoon, before emerges the butterfly.

Sweetest voice that resonates deep, like the showers of a waterfall echoing on the deep blue pond.

The easy way you carrieth yourself through, with a firm sway like a leaf stem grounded where you belong.

Your long delicate fingers with which you pluck and touch, either nipple or guitar, preferably with an audience.

thinketh ye it lies in that tremulous smile she flashes,

what charms she uses that so many men even fair youth stalk her and fall on her feet with long sighs reciting proposals,

 like lovelorn teenage girls adoring the prowess & perfection of the statue of David

Prettiest comments that rushes like a stream, like a waterfall flowing out of my bosom with greasy ease.

was it not i yesterday, whose foul tongue dripped with venom and hate, but now my heart, my mind and my soul, see only the light that is you and i can do no other but impress my veneration profoundly................

by Sean Claudine


Poem Details | by Jim Jordan |
Categories: emotions, lost love,

Canzone di rimorso -Song of Remorse-

The symphony that was my heart             
has dimmed to a cello serenade,             
a slow and mournful melody,                  
a silhouette of love casting its long shadow over me 

I am a singer without a voice, a poet without a muse 
A heart without music hardly beats at all and without you, 
mine beats less and less every daySend me a song so that I may once again sing 
Lend me an ear so that my love song may be heard 
O love, love that I have known, is it a sin to ask what I ask of you?
  
You have sat beneath the fall of tears, 
until nothing was left but a pillar of salt 
Therefore count my love unworthy, 
my knees tremble with the burden of carrying my heavy heart
I can scarcely compete with the warbler who brings song to thee, 
and yet, because I love you,

I conceal the grace to live…

still in love… and yet,
 
in vain 

~ Jim Jordan


Poem Details | by Vernon Songer |
Categories: love, love, me,

5 years In The Making

"5 Years lost in a week, 
Decisions Determine your Fate, 
So if your choice is to leave me, 
Then that’s the choice, you'll have to make, 

I've given you my world,
Disoriented but True, 
Your heart was filled
I desired nothing but you,

So as you run away from home,
Remember my love is not far away
I'll do my best to carry on, 
But, even better if you stay,

My Dreams revolved around the way your eyes moved
My life was planted around you with roots going abroad,
My biggest fear was losing my muse, you, 
And now this Tragedy has taken away my love,


So go as far away as you can,
My words, so sad, so true 
Come back to me when you can comprehend
The words, "I'll always love you" "


No Really, Tell me what you really thinkI can take obstructive criticism


Poem Details | by Victor Alexander |
Categories: faith, jesus, life, light, lost, love, men,

THE LAST ADAM

THE LAST ADAM

Out on a date with time on time before time
The first Adam wasn’t the last to sin as recorded in historical times
He had Eve for company and she aided aided him in making sin fun
Out of anger, God took away everything but promised to send the son.

People need hope when they trust fear
Jesus brought hope and the Jews thrust him with spear
Hope turned out to be hopeless; what is faith without faith?
Destiny can be intrinsic; to die is our ugly fate.

Man is still in existence after the flood; thanks to Noah’s Ark
Humanity is pressured to live in values and co-existence; light in the dark
We are all hoping for change; to flush out the waters in man’s dam
The Holy Spirit descended and ascended; heard God will make a new Adam.

Life is predictable; but the last time I did, I failed
Life begins when death ends; evolutionary truth nailed
Since the demise of Adam, man has committed more sin than he did
Jesus is the last Adam; source based on revelation lead.


									Lordvip
								September, 2013 


Poem Details | by Konstantin Achapovskiy |
Categories: love, sad love,

Figure

On http://www.stihi.ru/2015/01/17/7657
You know..because I always wanted to draw..so many different paintings occurs before the eyes
I tried the pencil...even the brush had tried to take
But strokes strokes remain..not fit the pattern picture
And not what I want..can't I even verses to draw

May hands are tough..maybe my mind is restless..
While perhaps not the Lord gave me the gift in the colors..the joy, the sorrow and soul on the canvas to apply..
We are given only what we need, what we deserve
Failed..well..that is given to us, we will bear...

So many different pictures..out of the tree a day come under the white coat
Them the morning frost from the fog of the night gave her
Beauty on earth..washes heart with joy and bliss
Soars the soul..life is beautiful..and feel..before lived

The light from the full moon..and the path of the stars..where to go in the dream to meet their favorite
Where silver paint to recruit and sprinkle it on canvas
As for the canvas to put the faces of those who have gone..the faces stored in the heart
And where's the colour for me to take, tell me..it put me dream...

The smell of roses..and the instant pain of a thorn..when the flower I cut...
The feeling of joy..ran barefoot in the dew...
The bitterness of the poison of betrayal of a friend..and the sweetness from sleep only..we together
As love..and the loss of his beloved..to sketch and blow on canvas
18.01.15 AKC
© Copyright: Konstantin Achapowski, 2014
The certificate of publication No115011803535


Poem Details | by BERNADINE ISAAC |
Categories: absence, anxiety, child, depression, health, motivation, sad love,

My Seed is Cracked,

where are the things? he knew so young
the taughts i gave and memories saved
he always knew that i was strong
and was the one right on his side
no time to stray ,no time for games
his mind was changed , oh what a turn
he's totally gone his head is cracked
why did he live me in the dark
things he did i never knew
"so i taught".but one day to crack he flew
i stood by him threw thick and thin
not knowing what he had within
"a hit i need" his only phrase
almost to the top ! my mind he blew
what do i do my seed is cracked
where did they go the things i placed
the morals,the values, and all was said
as time passed by , his life stood still
all these years he has been cracked.


Poem Details | by Ryan ROBBY |
Categories: 1st grade, anger, boy, cute love, good morning, growing up, jealousy,

Benzo

Let’s be honest, I’m not that honest.
Be honest, 
Just this once.
Forget all the dilutions of grandeur,
The noise.
Eat it so hard in the teeth that your mouth has a voice.
Unclench your tongue just long enough to choke on your words…
Then swallow your words,

They were never your word.
 

Just like it was never a case of, “she isn’t the other half of me”Rational thoughts of that nature that tried to tie emotion to logic were as implausible as the idea that I had any idea in the first place
It’s a philosophy contingent on empirically knowing that even the most limited of vocabularies can stutter words, reliant on misspelled synonyms that do more justice to a mind clumsy-drunk on love than any perfectionists wet dream of punctuation ever would.
It’s supposed to be messy.
Nights of trying to read the label on prescriptions through empty bottles gave self-induced illiteracy a formal introduction to Benzodiazepines.
See, attempts at dreams of you leave me isolated with feelings of resentment and distain in times of consciousness for nothing more than a lack of sleep
Insomnia, 
A new form of self-deprivation,
A therapy of sorts
Wearing my “oh so apparent” membership card of bloodshot eyes and shaky hands with pride I’ve developed pipe dreams of time spent with the pillow in a utopia of…you.
I called you Benzo
The irony is, the only provocation of panic that can get my mind racing fast enough to keep stride with the heart palpitations induced by you saying some other guy’s name is when you say mine
The type of sickness I only experience when my mind decides to throw out the jury
Anti-climactic, like her not being home when you knock on the door ready to recite a speech you wrote to explain how words aren’t enough anymore
Standing there pledging allegiance to silence because the color of words has and always will be too dull to complete our portrait of perfection
You keep your smiles guarded, with reasonAll the more reason that I know I earned every last one, and the last one I got made me realize sometimes you got to burn it to the ground at a moment’s notice

A flat line to a punch line, silence drowned out the noise…


Poem Details | by Mary Jane Randall |
Categories: beautiful, crush, cute, deep, love, love hurts,

I'M SORRY BUT I'M NOT SORRY

I'M SORRY BUT I'M NOT SORRY 
I'M SORRY FOR NOT STOPPING YOU WHEN YOU KISSED ME 
BUT I'M NOT SORRY BECAUSE IT WAS REAL TO ME 
I'M SORRY THAT I THOUGHT YOU WERE DIFFERENT 
BUT I'M NOT SORRY BECAUSE I GAVE YOU MY HEART 
I'M SORRY I AINT NO SIZE 2 TYPE OF GIRL 
BUT I'M NOT SORRY BECAUSE I WAS TRUE AND REAL WITH U
I'M SORRY I AINT NO PRICE WINNER FOR YOU TO SHOW AND TELL 
BUT I'M NOT SORRY BECAUSE I AM WHO I AM
MARY FUCKEN JANE RANDALL
I'M SORRY THAT YOU BEEN THROUGH HELL AND BACK ALONE 
BUT I'M NOT SORRY FOR TRYING TO BE WITH YOU THROUGH IT ALL 
I'M SORRY FOR BEING A BURDEN TO YOU 
BUT I'M NOT SORRY FOR TRYING TO CARRY YOU BURDEN WITH YOU 
I'M SORRY THAT YOU THINK SO NEGATIVE ABOUT YOURSELF
BUT I'M NOT SORRY FOR TELLING YOU THAT YOU ARE SO MUCH MORE 
I'M SORRY YOU DONT CARE
BUT I'M NOT SORRY THAT I CARE FOR YOU 
I'M SORRY THAT YOU ONLY SEE ALL YOUR MISTAKES
BUT I'M NOT SORRY FOR SEEING ALL THE GOOD IN YOU 
I'M SORRY THAT YOU THINK I PIETY YOU 
BUT I'M NOT SORRY FOR BEING SORRY 
I'M SORRY THAT I'M BIG
I'M SORRY THAT I'M CARING 
I'M SORRY FOR BEING HONEST 
I'M SORRY I AINT PRETTY 
I'M NOT SORRY BECAUSE I LOVE MYSLEF 
I'M NOT SORRY BECAUSE I LOVED YOU 
I'M NOT SORRY BECAUSE I AM WHO I AM 
I'M NOT SORRY BECAUSE TO ME I AM BEAUTIFUL
I'M SORRY BUT I'M NOT SORRY 



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

To My Beloved

Have written you a letter beloved, but I must read it to your engraved name. Without you my life is just not the same! Oh, why did you have to leave me alone? It was God's will- your destiny written, our time was so short but you gave me much; you opened my mind and heart with your touch, you changed me from a shy girl made of stone. Encouraged me to wander paths unknown, to let my pen bleed the words in my heart; our sweet love will never truly depart, all your love left within me will be shown. Can you kiss my rosy lips with the rain? Never Love- will I let go of this pain! ___________________________ December 10, 2018 Poetry/Canzone/To My Beloved Copyright Protected, ID 18-1093-449-01 All Rights Reserved Written under Pseudonym. Written for the contest, Last Letter to My Beloved sponsor, Silent One First Place Written in: Dante's Canzone Form- abbcdeeccffcgg - 10 syllable lines


Poem Details | by Dear Heart |
Categories: desire, life, love,

And So It Begins

And so it begins- as another day, I ponder sipping coffee of my plan; of meeting a sweet, unique, special man, when seeing him I will pretend to stray. Oh, the art gallery is a huge place, but have an idea where he will be; what lovely art I will say with great glee, giving him a come hither smile and face. And when he looks at me with those dark eyes, I will hold the depth of his emotions; my thoughts drifting on a thousand oceans, he speaks- oh, can my deep love I disguise. He smiles and my world is a twirling spin; coffee?- and my heart plays a violin. ________________________ February 9, 2019 Poetry/Canzone/And So It Begins Copyright Protected, ID 19-1113-296-02 All Rights Reserved Written under Pseudonym. Written for the contest, And So It Begins sponsor, Line Gauthier Third Place