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Poem Details | by
Tim Smith |
Categories:
love,
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Stars shine so bright
this moonlit night
and in my arms
you lie within
this kiss I
leave my
love for
ever
by
Poem Details | by
Lynn Marie |
Categories:
dance, happiness, heart, joy, kiss, love, tree,
atop worn weathered concrete
pink petals gaily gather
entice lovers strolling
fingers touch mittens vanish.
blushing halo canopy
highlights cool rosy cheeks
tiny buds whisper passion
newly awakened long sleep.
sky gleams dreamy hues
turquoise shyly taunting
button noses cold rub
lips plump part wanting.
kiss two hearts waltz
more kisses sweetest tune
cherry blossoms dance
sprinkle magic love blooms.
Poem Details | by
Edward Ibeh |
Categories:
dedication, destiny, love, people, romance, together,
a
bell tolls
for two souls
crimson red
with passion
they started
at opposite ends
at full-throttle speed
racing to meet halfway
on the rendezvous rubicon
then they collided exploding
into
ONE
Date written and posted: 10/23/2016
Poem Details | by
Sunshine Smile |
Categories:
faith, paradise, prayer, religious,
Unique is the discipline of love
Understanding God's law
Faith holds supreme commander
Sometimes we have to fight
our way through a concrete jungle
stone cold dreams nightmare evaluates
Rocking the cradle unworthy desires
no peace or rest for the wicked deeds
in order to find the answers to hopes prayer
Truth pointing us directions
within our code of moral conduct
which supports us in our voyage
In the walk of life chaos grips hearts consumed with hate
Without faith our souls identity will become dust
Needing hugs from heaven to survive
A Collaborated Poem 19.11.2015
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
(tercets unrymed)
Poem Details | by
Anthony Slausin |
Categories:
people,
do we have "enough"
will silver flakes of winter's blade
cut us down
or build us up-
will our pasts behave like choir boys, stay in time
or re-emerge and scream and sting our eye
make us blind to hope and happiness.
Do we have "enough" to pluck the guts
from the chasms of experience
to fashion buds of love
from the fiery depths of ego's lust,
have we evolved "enough" to trust again
when our old gray world blitzes in
swinging concrete fists of what's the use and what ifs,
fill our starving souls with blackbird piss
Do we have "enough" to become an "us'.
Poem Details | by
Line Gauthier |
Categories:
beautiful, fantasy, moon, night, simple, sky, uplifting,
o how
i love the
gentle shape
of a crescent
moon overhead
hanging in the sky
amongst the stars
how I adore the
idyllic shape of
a crescent moon
way up high
in amongst
the stars
Poem Details | by
Teresita Cailo |
Categories:
hope, lost love, love
....
broken heart
that I am, has beset
by blemishes though I'm not
ashamed; for my shattered
pieces myself is to blame.
here I breath waiting for the
day of my renewal, then back
to the role I play; painful
past lurking still, but
I'm not afraid to take
chances to love and
be whole once
more and
be ready
to shed
a tear
of joy
!
Poem Details | by
Matthew Anish |
Categories:
holocaust, hope, humanity,
Just read a tale of
a horrendous murder in California
Makes one lose faith in humanity
My uncle saw the
death camps in
Europe during World War ll
Also shakes one's faith in humanity
Yet, I believe
that out out of the
ashes
a phoenix will appear
and fly upward
and as it soars
it will sprinkle
love dust
on those on the
ground
and leave kindness
and laughter
in its wake
Poem Details | by
Thvia Shetley |
Categories:
happiness, love, nostalgia, romance, seasons,
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.
Poem Details | by
Emile Pinet |
Categories:
earth, environment, feelings, imagery, nature, pollution,
TToday fades into yesterday
upon tomorrow's arrival.
And apathy spurs denial
as endangered animals die.
Wherever concrete cities rise
collateral damage occurs.
For as jets traverse the skies
wild birds get annihilated.
We dedicate our existence
to a utopia of steel.
And survive in asphalt jungles
shadowed by lofty achievements.
Reality is a mirage
projected upon collapsing hopes.
And yet, safe in our cubicles,
we love our plastic paradise.
Our planet’s irrevocably
changing into a barren sphere.
And greed’s the legacy of fools
driven by profits and progress.
Poem Details | by
Raul Moreno |
Categories:
love
oXo oXo
X----O----X X----O----X
o---My love--o o---I stay----o
X---forever---X---so true---X
o--I want you to know--o
X----I love you----X
o---eternally---o
X--yours--X
o---o
X
Poem Details | by
Aiyah Torres |
Categories:
butterfly, cry, goodbye, irony,
My love, let me leave you for a while
It will not take any longer
Remember that I'm just here
I'm not saying goodbye.
I'll find my way back to you
When the right time has come
I fill your cup of coffee
I'll put back your precious smile.
Dry your tears, make up your life
Soon we'll hold each other hands
We'll share our love that so divine
In a place where no one could divide us.
But for now, I'll be gone in the night
Don't feel that you're alone
'cause I'm watching from afar
Remember that I will never say goodbye.
Poem Details | by
Brian Johnston |
Categories:
journey, life,
love shines in freedom
lives blossom in commitment
concrete images
Brian Johnston
May 1, 2016
Poem Details | by
Irene Dixon |
Categories:
life, love, beauty, beauty,
Ciao Bella
Early Misty, morning raining in Seattle, businessmen rushing, hitting the concrete
pavement trying to make those battled Seattle dollars. Walking down the street a refine
gentlemen with such style and grace doesn't seemed bothered at all he holds on gently,
yet firmly to Mona Lisa.Past art, living art, art walking in motion beauty upon beauty a
gentlemen with good taste he and his umbrella Mona Lisa.
Poem Details | by
Robert Sturgill |
Categories:
celebration, death, inspirational, wisdom,
Avoid becoming concrete.
Death encroaching
freezes great hearts.
Illuminate joy.
Kindle love.
Magnify!
Never orally
practice quaint
rhetoric. Speak truths.
usurp violent waters.
X-ray your zenith.
Poem Details | by
Kale Brereton |
Categories:
encouraging, inspirational, inspirational love,
They told me
“I couldn’t”
But I did
Now they don’t tell me
“I can’t” anymore
Because
“I can.”
Kale Brereton
6/12/2018
Poem Details | by
Mark Frank |
Categories:
education, endurance,
Circumstances folded my heart
Breaking almost every part of me
The part that was left
I felt would also dissipate
I picked up my pen and
Looked at the hearts of men!
Through courage and strength
I endured
I realized that no male or female should ever give up
I am the rose that grew from concrete
The composition of my life
Understood the elements of conformity
Through a brave decision
I gave up a love that became concrete
But with tenacity and flexibility
I found unity in my life echoing
A belief that could grow through anything
Because some humans represent roses that grow through concrete!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2018
Poem Details | by
David Smalling |
Categories:
hope, natureearth,
A bee came buzzing too soon, too soon
The season is not yet in its June
The sap must rise to the breast of the moon
And roots must lust for the earth in ruin
I am planting in September rain
When the ice winds come shall this remain
Shall sow my love to earth in vain
Shall the winter's cross bring me pain
The bee does not hesitate, in faith
It buzzes to find the flower, and wait
Enshrine in dazzling dance, in spate
With the autumn's fruitful date
O but the barren glade is bare, is bare
Except for concrete everywhere
Shall bowers green brim again here
And the bee brims with honey from my darling dear?
Poem Details | by
Janis Thompson |
Categories:
care, emotions, trust,
Quite Fragile
Quite fragile is the trusting breast
that gives completely all its faith
with belief in human goodness
that offers rather than it takes.
Easily it can be shattered
like crystal on a concrete floor
precious blood tie that is splattered
destroyed innocence at the core.
Quite fragile is the trusting smile
that goes behind the stormy clouds
at sight of evil deeds so vile
or angry words from angry mouths.
Fragile things need special caring.
Some with the soul are only felt.
Love, faith, loyalty and sharing,
cause even toughened hearts to melt.
10/16/17
Poem Details | by
Satish Verma |
Categories:
adventure, allegory, angst, animals, anniversary, art
What was the ethics of homefires
when homeostasis had gone awry ?
There were no concrete truths.
I will not wear the lies instead
like fly ash on my bloodied shirt.
The old habits die hard;
the beds of flesh and bones, carry the
strange innocent meanings of heavy
eyelids which could not beat the silk
of green eyes of a sun.
A miracle was needed to undo the
thighs of mermaid who went to sleep on the
rocks of jealousy. The sky-blue flames
rise again from the navel of infidel love
who had inherited the golden moon.
Satish Verma
Poem Details | by
Bette Bavington |
Categories:
betrayal, conflict, confusion, evil, farewell, heartbroken, meaningful,
The house across the street
This evening has no light.
It lost its last heart beat
From within when they took sweet
Ninety five year old grandma to a nursing home over
on Wright.
The house across the street
That was made with love from concrete
Has said good night.
It lost its last heart beat
Through some ones awful deceit.
Boy, does that bite.
The house across the street
Has no one to greet.
This all happened to night.
It lost its last heart beat
I can't help it that thought I repeat.
To me it's an eerie sight.
The house across the street
It lost its last heart beat.
Poem Details | by
Laura Breidenthal |
Categories:
dedication, dream, heart, how i feel, inspirational love, love, romantic,
Red dreams,
Ruffled hair
Uninhibited laughter
Bliss
My....rose,
And yet my drive
My incentive to love
In every genuine smile
My rose,
And yet you are my concrete
I've never grown so much before
I've never delved so deep before
Green, refreshing trust,
Warm skin
Refreshing conversations
Rest
My rose,
And yet my very life
My desire to explore
My burning to find Home
My rose,
My true Love
You are so much more than beauty
You are a value I can only marvel
You are what keeps my heart in orbit
Poem Details | by
Jerry Hackett |
Categories:
farewell, lost love,
Ellen's Raft
We sit above the darkened sea
A bench, my thoughts, and lonely me
Black waves rise igniting fear
And crash against my concrete pier
The mindful storm tears at me
No moon, no stars, just my sea
White caps pushed to meet the sky
Higher and higher the waves try
Rescue her from that storm
Deliver her dry and warm
Poem Details | by
Kim James |
Categories:
christmas,
A
hot
meal for two
a
new
hat, coat and shoes
a
home
with a door and
a good roof to stop the rain.
and keep out the sound of bombs and bullets
a
safe
place to bear my baby
and a warm crib to lay him down to sleep
with love and hope for a future that will not crucify him
so not
a lot
to ask
is it
Santa, as you fly around with your sleigh and
Rudolph and the rest of your reindeer set
Not too much to ask for just a little peace
for a little justice - in a dangerous world
for a star in the sky to call the wise men
and shepherds, oxen, asses and angels.
Poem Details | by
Debbie Duncan |
Categories:
abuse, angel, courage,
She came down from above.
Through the wind and the rain.
All she carried was love.
She stood tall.
As she took it all.
This day was bound.
Death was always near.
Wanted to carry the flames.
If she make's it through.
This concrete life of pain.
She'll see butterflies, not tears.
I know she has angels near her.
They'd like to take her home.
Though she chooses to stay here.
I see her delicate fluttering wings.
Of flaming silver, blue and gold.
She must learn to use them.
That's all it will take, for her to fly.
From this perverted degrading place.
6pm 5/7/2012