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Poem Details | by
Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
love, self,
a fantasy land
dreamt up by sleeping child
a peaceful magical place
where self-love is born
imperative to her soul
Poem Details | by
Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories:
beautiful, bird, flower, love,
~ Mountains ~
(Double Choka)
Over the mountains
Sun shines in all its splendor
Beautiful trees stand out tall
Birds assemble there
Eagles soar right to the top
Wild flowers covers the ground
Blue mountains stand grand
Deers and bears roam all around
Eyes can't get enough nice scene
All trees seem to glow
You can feel God's loving touch
Breathe in enjoy all the view.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
July.24.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~ Author's Notes :
The " Choka " is a Japanese poetry form or style.
Poem Details | by
liam mcdaid |
Categories:
beautiful, beauty, love, magic, metaphor, mirror,
Ruby all boils down
to you in every dream hot
one vision cannot shake free
Visiting center
nerve glows of everlasting
beauty flowering blossoms
Singing jewel gem
voice of a sweet angel kiss
eyes faraway mystery
Rose your soft petals
touch the deepest chambers
swept away ocean tides wave
Pearl of the deep sea
crowning queen between two
shells holding such rare color love
embracing ring one daisy
Poem Details | by
Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories:
lost love, love, sympathy
Emotional me
is out from my verbose head
like a winter flower with
petals, so much like
hankies of a sleepless god,
to wave in such elegance
my charm over you,
again and again, ‘til your
smile, left to death by the strides
of your rococo
lover, is awakened and
becomes my choka poem
Poem Details | by
James Marshall Goff |
Categories:
lost love,
Tears lost and alive
Finding hope with golden moon
Regrets I’ve left holding close
Tremble in my angst
Rising once more with your smile
Shimmering in your full moon
James Marshall Goff
What happens during a full moon contest
10/30/11
Poem Details | by
Diana Bosa |
Categories:
inspirational, language, love, silence, true love,
And the tower of
Babel is destroyed within, thus
there is no more din;
cacophony of
mother tongues. Everything is
silent now: the noise
is fractured, the voice
is shattered, the sound is ruined
and at last, I hear
no other sound of
voice, know no other language,
but yours, the true love of mine.
Poem Details | by
Sara Kendrick |
Categories:
fantasy, imagination, love, nature
.
Running Pale Pink Rose
On the trellis grows_ soft scent_
Wafts on morning air
Under rose trellis
You steal a kiss__Oh! Blissful
Lips that taste of rose
Poem Details | by
Levi Justice |
Categories:
love
She flushes and drops bright eyes
to hide my image...
I cup her face and drown it.
[me]
She breathes hesitantly, mouth
Pressed and obstinate...
I gather her corners up.
[drawing that smile again]
She welts tearlines onto the
Pale perfection: skin...
I wet my thumbs, agonized.
[her sorrow breaks]
She sleeps, curls framing movement
And serenity...
I weave myself into both.
[touching the ends of eternity]
Poem Details | by
liam mcdaid |
Categories:
angel, beautiful, beauty, blessing, color, love, miracle,
When you kissed me love
pure the heaven's above smiled
melting the warmest dream dew
From crystal oceans
buried salt upon footprints
underneath into sand held
A thousand shades gold
diamond light shades rainbows
illumination one host
stands beaming through the stars mead
Poem Details | by
Raul Moreno |
Categories:
lost love, love
There’s three puppets here,
You and him are on the stage;
I am in the box.
·
I am in the box,
Tangled up in my own strings:
Waiting for my turn.
·
Waiting for my turn,
I know, I won’t have that chance:
Darn this puppeteer!
·
Darn this puppeteer,
Pulling your strings far from me:
While you enjoy your show.
·
While you enjoy your show,
My wooden heart snaps for you:
Splintering my soul.
“4-Minutes”
For Matt Caliri’s Write Now! Contest
Poem Details | by
Raul Moreno |
Categories:
love, music
Curvaceous body,
His bow caresses her strings:
Ode to Joy...begins.
·
Musical romance,
Passionate sighs grace the air:
Fervent notes ascend.
·
Music fills the room,
She’s addicted to his bow:
The violin plays.
·
Heated melodies,
Of a musical affair:
Between bow and strings.
Poem Details | by
JAN ALLISON |
Categories:
joy, weather, wedding,
on our wedding day
huge dark clouds won’t bring me down
I’m simply walking on air
my large umbrella
stops my tresses getting wet
let the love rain down on me
Fives and Sevens Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Image 1 chosen
5,7,7,5,7,7 with how many syllables
7/8/19
Poem Details | by
Edward Ebbs |
Categories:
abuse, depression, desire, friendship, hope, life, love, suicide,
Life does not stand still
If we look, we find friendship
There is always love
Sorrowfully, we look at death
There is always hate
Our days begin with sunlight
The night has darkness
Hope is the light of the moon
We only need one
One light to end the darkness
Your life does matter
Let your light shine fore others
Hope is the light from your life
Edward J Ebbs - April 10, 2015
Poem Details | by
Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories:
beautiful, bird, flower, love,
~Mountains~
(Double Choka)
Over the mountains
Sun shines in all its splendor
Beautiful trees stand out tall
Birds assemble there
Eagles soar right to the top
Wild flowers covers the ground
Blue mountains stand grand
Deers and bears roam all around
Eyes can't get enough nice scene
All trees seem to glow
You can feel God's loving touch
Breathe in enjoy all the view.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
October.11.2016
~ Author's Notes :
The " Choka " is a Japanese poetry form or style.
Poem Details | by
Richard Lamoureux |
Categories:
beauty, fantasy, first love,
She kissed me slowly,
The memory still lingers.
First kisses are so special.
A silly young boy,
imagined such a moment.
Some dreams really do come true.
Poem Details | by
Kristin Reynolds |
Categories:
love, native american, nature, peace, places
wheat at its finest.
long before the cut of blade
and grinding of teeth –
it sings through clear wind –
rolling waves, soft in their hush
raising old ones souls,
ingraining lifetimes
upon the wanderer’s skin –
raising hairs on necks –
recognizing sound
as it is meant to be heard –
wheat is heeded wind.
always, wheat whispers
hush…(the heart of prairie grass)
through the mouth of wind.
Poem Details | by
Sandra Ramacher |
Categories:
sad love,
struggling to breathe
the choking hold on my chest
your hard words like bricks
bury me deeper
bearing the weight of your love
until I’m breath less
Poem Details | by
Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories:
hope, lost love,
Frail hearts’ bond fractures
Hope’s glacier slips ‘neath cold sea
Chilled memories drift away
Frozen dreams sever
Forever vows abandoned
Titanic phenomenon
Healing ebbs and flows
Suicidal solitude
Hope struggles, floats to surface
Yes, the sun still shines
Hold close faith’s life preserver
Live to welcome love again
* Entry for Brian's "Any 2011 Poem" contest
Poem Details | by
Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories:
beautiful, bird, flower, love,
~Mountains~
(Double Choka)
Over the mountains
Sun shines in all its splendor
Beautiful trees stand out tall
Birds assemble there
Eagles soar right to the top
Wild flowers covers the ground
Blue mountains stand grand
Deers and bears roam all around
Eyes can't get enough nice scene
All trees seem to glow
You can feel God's loving touch
Breathe in enjoy all the view.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
February.11.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~ Author's Notes :
The " Choka " is a Japanese poetry form or style.
Poem Details | by
Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories:
art, history, love
The ungentle wind
breezes in through the window,
cooling an afternoon lust
that was widely soaked
in a summer haze, blending
with the sweet aroma of
a great Africa,
whose erotic craving was
painted in her big, round eyes;
only unearthed by
the master’s naked body
through her hot, darken coffee
--
The Master’s Piece, inspired by B.S. Picture Poems Contest
and it was based on Paul Cézanne’s «L'Après-midi à Naples» .
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Poem Details | by
Sara Kendrick |
Categories:
imagination, introspection, life, love, nature, seasons
Massive straight mountain
Cold formitable laden
With snow very cold
How can those redwoods
Survive harsh environment
Standing straight tall green
Poem Details | by
Diana Bosa |
Categories:
absence, blue, fantasy, heartbroken, love, myth, sad love,
I become a real
mermaid by your side, but just
like in that danish
fairy-tale, I shed
no tear when I cry; make no
sound when my heart is
broken; smile when I
dance on razorblades of your
human love; cease to
exist by turning
to sea foam when the love of
yours toward me is no more.
Poem Details | by
Lori Lucas McClure |
Categories:
girlfriend-boyfriend, lost love, sad,
Two hearts surrender
To what can no longer be
A ravaged heart self-deceived
Desire out of breath
Passion’s fever now grows cold
Our words have fallen silent
Grief akin to pain
Surrendering forever
Past the point of no return.
written by: Lori McClure
contest : Relationship Break-ups
Poem Details | by
Raul Moreno |
Categories:
friendship, love
Juxtaposition,
Of ever-changing moments:
In dynamic love.
·
Emotions invert,
Colliding interfaces:
Of lost pulsing time.
·
Progressive attempts,
Indefinable feelings:
Of the human bond.
·
Opposed through the mess,
And in the dynamic end:
We mesh together.
Poem Details | by
Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
lost love, red, rose,
In the beginning,
their new life together was
a bed of roses
and nothing could smell as sweet!
Her heart opened up -
a delicate red beauty.
One day - foolishly -
he trampled that rose red heart.
Soon he was to learn
there’s no rose without a thorn,
and that scorned beauty
left her sharpest thorn for him.
Alimony’s sting
pricks him endlessly, and now. . . .
nothing’s coming up roses.
Inspired by Paula Swanson's "Trample" Poetry Contest