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by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories: marriage, romance, travel, vacation,

A Venetian Honeymoon


A gondola floats o’er romantic tides
as you and I caress Venetian skies
laced deftly in exalted stars applied 
by brushes dipped in hues of lover’s eyes.      

A kiss beneath Rialto Bridge in spring
feels like our first so many years ago.
On every breeze, O Sole Mio sings
a serenade in city lights aglow.

This hope of love rekindled miles from home,
could be our chance to dream and reminisce.
Enlightened by a full moon’s wink, we’d roam
down Grand Canal in gleaming nights of bliss.      

Our renaissance, a second honeymoon -
to Venice, we could not escape too soon.  


Written 3/3/17 for Where I Want to Go Contest


by James Marshall Goff |
Categories: daughter

Her Senior Year

*for AG

Last leg home, the sun setting in the polluted haze of the city,
looks Like I feel, my thoughts a golden glow, every brushstroke

       I've painted filling the sky with my love for you...a painting
that will begin anew....with the sunrise
........with the sunrise

Though your footprints belong to you,
                                           my heart..... travels your path

Endless, as it should be,
                                         your destiny rewards my memory



..................................................................................................
-for Brian's INTERVALS contest....COLOURS/PERCEPTION/HARMONY

by Panagiota Romios |
Categories: bereavement, grave, husband, loss, love, memory,

TAPESTRY OF LIFE, AN ELEGY





             Tapestry of Life


In the still graveyard overlooking San Francisco Bay.
Her husband's young body doth rot and in profound 
silence lay.

Overlooking that city, where he married his young wife.
Who now recalls the beauty of his all too short, vibrant life.

The many walks on those heavenly hills, the poetry they read.
The coffee shops of North Beach, alas, their aromatic memories
So dreamy in her bowed, widowed head.

She stills dons her inexpensive, gold wedding ring to this very 
minute.
And when she touches it, all the magical love they shared~
still sings in it!



            December 28, 2019

by arthur vaso |
Categories: kiss, muse, remember, sad love,

A Christmas Callgirl

Everyone has gone home
Where ever home is
The city is bare
Only me
And the call girl left
We share our secrets
In silence
Comrades in despair
The cold winter chills us all
So we two find comfort
In a passing moment
She kisses her past
I kiss my desires
Our tongues kiss our dreams
A Christmas carol plays in the background
Snow begins to fall
Madeline must now go
On another call

by Thvia Shetley |
Categories: happiness, love, nostalgia, romance, seasons,

Walking with you

The icy wind blows through
blushing our cheeks,

Eyes stinging and watering,
and mouths tinted purple.

Snow flurries whirl around us
nipping at our ears;
making our breath white and heavy.

So, we pretend to smoke.

But wide grins give away our game
With hearts purging laughter,

We look long at each other,
Eyes glinting sincerely happy sighs.

City sidewalks stretching out
Before concrete winterlands,
And you and me walking,

Holding and swinging our hands.

by craig schaber |
Categories: art, happiness, health, hope, life, loss, lost love, love, peace, people

LIGHTS OF THE CITY

Lights of the city far away they look so pretty. As I get closer your lights seem warm and 
bright as I search all through the night. But right next to you you’re not as warm as I had 
dreamed. I should never have traveled so far now all I want is to go back and just see you 
from afar. Your lights how pretty they are.

by Ruth Miranda |
Categories: love

I don't know you yet

Sometimes I look for you at night,
And every now and again I wonder what you look like
or what are you doing while I write. 

Once in a while, I take long walks 
And I think of you.

Sometimes I wish I knew your name 
Or the city in which you live
Occasionally, while I look through the window,
I picture you in my mind.

Once in a while, when the rain wets my thoughts, 
I dream of you.

by ilene bauer |
Categories: new york,

Showing off the City

In a city as big as New Yawk,
There’s so much at which tourists can gawk
But the locals’ fast pace
May be hard to embrace
So if guiding them, slow down your walk.

You can never squeeze everything in,
So pick places they never have been
And of course, be a mensch;*
Let them sit on a bench
Or exhaustion will make their heads spin.

Have them soak up the buzz we provide,
Surely different from where they reside.
They may love it or not
But at least they’ll have got
Just a taste of what fills us with pride.

*an admirable human being

by Katherine Braithwaite |
Categories: happiness, hope, inspirational, love, world, love,

A beam of light

A beam of light passed through my eyes
And showed to me a world disguised
So near,yet far,we do not see,
Unless by gift of grace redeemed.
That world is full of peace and calm
Its colors mingle,like a balm.
In such a moment all thought dies,
Revealing Love which underlies.
Colors caress my naked eyes.
Sunlight blesses new designs.
I stand enthralled,and do not wish
For one delight,other than this.
My breath slows down, and filled with joy,
I rove my eyes with bliss to toy.
Everything is just itself.
This is now my living wealth.
Beneath the noise of city traffic,
This mellow joy,love soporific,
This depth and peace, is always near
When we choose Love and turn from fear

by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: destiny, love, magic,

- The Taste Of Love In The Rain -


A smooth summer rain drums on the umbrella
In a city where everything flies so fast
She could see him from a long distance
The heart beats an extra stroke - or more
Eight years have passed since their paths parted
The fate had brought them back together
He meets her with a smile and a soft butterfly kiss
like a tune filled with joy

"Finally at home" he says and kisses her once more
The feeling tears her under the red umbrella
Every raindrop felt like a kiss from heaven
He is the most beautiful man she has met
Amor can rest, he knows this is true love









30/10/2018
Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved


by Marquis MC Mills-Cooper |
Categories: love, romance, romantic, romantic love,

A World Away

I found your eyes so randomly,
your face did not exist

No waist to place my arms around,
no lips for me to kiss

No hair to lose my fingers in,
nor ear to whisper sweet

No one to hide within my heart,
to fall in love so deep

Your image I saw by happenstance,
a beautiful vision to see

You held me there with just a look,
as you stared back at me

Your eyes, those lips, that lovely face,
my feelings are all for not

For you are more than a world away,
my beauty from Herat


Herat (Herr-Rot) is both an Afghan city and province. Herat City is the capital 
of Herat Province located in the western portion of Afghanistan.

Written in Afghanistan -May 2013

by Kenneth Fordham |
Categories: devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend, imagination, love, seasons

Everything Is Alright

The wind blows it’s gentle breeze,
Rustling leaves here and there,
A horn beeps then another,
The city cries, why me, where.
 
Bring back the time,
Bring back the joy,
Know you are mine,
Children playing, catch my, toy.
 
Beauty all around,
Flowers still blooming,
Some so profound,
Winter is coming, she is, going.
 
In a split instant,
Love everywhere,
Get out your knickers,
So many do care, alone sitting, in his chair.
 
Get on a plane,
Come to me please,
It is starting to rain,
I am starting to sneeze, set your mind, at ease.
 
I am on the edge of no return,
Something must happen,
The wheels must churn,
In the misty moonlight, playing, everything, is alright.

by Rockman Pritts |
Categories: song-lyricbeauty, beauty, magic,

Desparity Of Love

Living on the lower side
Of town just gets me down
There ain't no money
Ain't no work here to be found

There ain't no luck and I
Ain't seen no magic charms
The only magic that I've found
Is in my babys arms

Litter lines the city streets
To show how much we care
Flowers die and birds get high
From breathing filthy air

I look around and try
To see where beauty lies
The only beauty that I've found
Is in my babys eyes

People try to tell me
We're living in a fantasy
But they don't understand
It's real for her and me

They try to tell me
We're making a mistake
If that means loving her
Then that's the chance I'll take


Rockman  :-)

by Lizzie Maestas |
Categories: beauty, cancer, childhood, city,

Where I'm From

I’m from dirt covered knees 
and sweaty faces
I’m from playing in the sun
from dawn ‘til dusk
I’m from “being one of the guys”
playing sports in the mud pits of our backyards
I’m from striving to fit in
I’m from making mistakes
and learning from the consequences
I’m from going to parties
and staying out late
I’m from a shaky past
with an unknown future 
I’m from turning the bad into good
I’m from being the best I can be
and working hard to succeed
I’m from a family of survivors
supporting them through their fight with cancer
I’m from never giving up
on something you love

by jan oskar hansen |
Categories: celebrity, chicago, chocolate, city,

the muse

The Muse 
I remember it well when in the summer evenings
I went to see her we drank wine and made love
Embraced we slept to morning light.
Stay with me she said to rest a bit longer I will serve you tea
No, I wanted to go home savour the night in privacy 
Feed the dog, go for a walk and write about my love for her.
It ended like a morning dream; she had found a man who 
Drank her tea and stayed with her till he was too old
And she sent him to an old people’s home.
She had been my muse lives in my poems, but no,
I didn`t want to stay with her a painter rarely marries his model 
But she will always be there hanging in some gallery 
Or on the wall in the lobby of some hotel.


by kristen bruni |
Categories: lost loveme, me, , sweet love,

Emotion Explosion

Such a wonderful city of angels
Full of dreamers and schemers
Cowards. 
Posers.
You poisoned me with sweet love
Then poisoned me with anger.

A lion with an impatient roar
Slowly eating me alive.
Ever so cleverly. 
I never saw it coming. 
I've been devoured and feel invisible. 
I look in the mirror at a stranger now.

The Gods have allowed me gentle protection 
The Angels hover over me, shadows on my wall.
Safe, yet damaged and scared. 
Shock.
Unhappy, bitter and vengeful. 
Emotions that exploded all at once
A bomb ticking away. you ignited it and detonated me. 

I love you but don't know what to do.

by wez lock |
Categories: lost love, love,

Unvalued love

We flu to a brand new city 
check out the life at night 
Women breathing fire 
signs of our mans desire 

I told the girl of my dreams to wait 
She stood for the feelings are mutual 
stuck here in sutural 
unable to move 

The real tender touch of true love 
How far would you travel to find 
Its always at the back of his mind 
sigh with love as tonight its mine .

by Sunlite Wanter |
Categories: love, mountains,

While Climbing the Rocks

While Climbing the Rocks

Through trees and rains and 
Lakes I have lived, but today I shall remember,
Remember the child who climbed rock mountains,
Shutting out the city sounds and,
Music of wind cuddling foothills and dreams.
Dreams of a log cabin and dreams of love,
With someone to share the quiet of the dove;
Puttering with pursuits, watching horned toads play,
On the side of a mountain looking away.

by Mike Gentile |
Categories: love, missing you, relationship, sleep,

Until You Return

It’s 4 am
I feign sleep
the room is quiet
it’s only your breathing that I hear
its rhythm is almost hypnotic
it feels safe

the night light of the city 
shimmers through the window
the blinds cast linear shadows
almost prison like bars
I count them one by one

I hear the faint rumble of a plane 
 in the distance  
and I know why I can’t sleep
you’ll be leaving in the morning

I look at the clock
it’s now 4:10
there’s no ticking
clocks don’t tick anymore
I wish they did

just a few minutes left before
some plane will whisk you away
 from me
and I’ll feign sleep each night
until you return


by AUDREY CAREY |
Categories: wedding

Our Lives

You sleep, I dream,
imagining tomorrow
and all the tomorrows,
of our life.

Will we have children,
change jobs,
buy a house in the suburbs, 
have outdoor barbeques?

Perhaps we'll stay in the city,
live in a loft.
decorate in bold colors
and ride our bikes to work.

You sleep, I dream,
imagining tomorrows,
and all the tomorrow
of our love.

by PATRICK CLARK |
Categories: love, life, love,

two in love

Where will our roads converge? the city, country, maybe even the the coverage of a shade tree. What is love without two people. It is sadness and tears for a lost one. When the people came and took me away sadness came to stay, no way. life will not be my enemy i will walk with she who completes me. when life is cruel she bares kind words, so likewise i will help push through the worst.i love alica and always will so lets walk away unscaved.

by Lori Ingram |
Categories: hope, love, passion, peopleme,

Rosa and Klaus

They rode the bus with me today
From our town to the big city
she, so dainty, hands crossed, old hands.
Ankles crossed ever so slightly,
so very ladylike.

He had his arm aorund her,
Protecting her from the cold window
when the train went to and fro too.
She would look at him 
with such love and trust.

He loves her too, ever so much.
How many years they have been together
he seemed to say.
With the good years and the bad
we have each other still.

Yes she said to him,
Rosa and Klause rode the bus with me today.

by Crystal Johnson |
Categories: life, love,

Chris....

i am thinking of a boy,
who lives not to far away.
he doesn't live in my city
but he does live in my state
his name is Chris
and he broke my heart
he said that he loved me
but then he didn't care
when i told him that i loved him
he did say it back
but i'm not sure that he meant it.
how can i tell?
we haven't talked for awhile now.
and i miss him terribly.
when he says he loves me im not sure that its true.
i just dont want my heart broken anymore.

by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: how i feel, inspiration, inspirational, sweet, woman, women, writing,

It is The Little Things

I have a postcard from my Daddy
Sent from New York City 
When I was 10.

It is in a frame.
The only postcard 
I have ever received
From anyone

And the only
Note I have that
Says Love Daddy

It’s in my writing
Room, above my
Writing desk,
And I treasure
It

More than the
Computer, 
The keyboard,
Or anything
Else in this
Room

So you
Never
Know
Folks
Just what
Will delight
Your children

Do not hesitate
To do the
Simple things.

I am sure
My Daddy had
No idea how
Much this
Postcard
Meant.

But
I 
Do



by Adeleke Adeite |
Categories: dedicationpoetry,

Crystal- her noble name

We are not the same… no shame
 I love her golden grains and game;
Her name and game flows like fame
And her pens and poems you cannot tame

We are from different races… reality
Yet I crave her colors and creativity
Every time I soar to her sights and sound city
My pen do praise her art and alacrity

We’ve all got pleasant, passionate pages
Yet her scripts are signed by sincere sages
Her poetry pictures are immortal images
That earns her wisdom and wonderful wages

…and Crystal is her noble name,
her aim and game burns with fire , not flame.
in my heart I see her poetry picture frame;
she’s got a friendly face…she’s a darling dame