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Poem Details | by James Inman |
Categories: age, love,

Life's Fading Light-Part 2-Heroic Crown of Sonnets

Alone

For in the end it's just one soul that's passed.
Alone I'll lie in sod of greenest grass
to answer for the sins that I've amassed
at gates of gold I'll see if I may pass.
In to this world I entered all alone
in cold and dark and dank so old I grow,
on thoughts of younger days I bitch and moan
with little hope of changing what I know.
But, now as time reflects upon my skin,
the lines of life grow deep upon my face.
I feel the fear of darkness closing in
and of my soul it leaves but little trace.

     So lay my corpse upon this bier stone cold.
          The end of life so often is foretold.

Faith

The end of life so often is foretold
from storms of pained emotions we retreat.
When colors fade to black as we grow old
we search for gold from rainbows we can cheat.
Through lonely thoughts of our demise we trod,
yet try, we still, to save our lives from dust
With souls we've fore to sold we offer God
if but in his creation he would trust.
In promise lost we bide our time, we cope,
for what remains beyond our short lived lives.
The heaven of our father's faith's our hope,
inside of us is where this hope yet thrives.

     Is our eternal faith enough to know,
          when cold the winds of fate speak soft and low?

Moments

When cold the winds of fate speak soft and low
I hear its voice sing smooth in morning dew
and all of life on wings aloft will go
and fly on breeze of gentle pastel hue.
So sweet the taste of life will linger on
with rainbow flavors left upon the tongue,
like cream filled candy, but too soon it's gone
dissolved like so much piles of beetles' dung,
I know that life is precious as fine gems
reflecting each new moment that we live
with flowers' petals sweet upon their stems
our time in life is all we have to give.

     As years in life pass slow like buds in cold
          in warmth and light the blooms of time unfold.

Lies

In warmth and light the blooms of time unfold
to search through lost emotions is our goal.
In hope that we shall keep from growing old
we capture fading thoughts to keep us whole,
but when the final sunset has gone dark
the memories we cherished are all lost
and only ghostly photos leave the mark
of lives that pass like melting winter frost.
I can not bear the thought of you alone
when life has passed for me and I am gone.
What good of all the sweetness you have known
if lonely night awakes to lonely dawn.

     Forever lies I've promised, you will see,
          as petals fall, my life will cease to be.

Doubts

As petals fall my life will cease to be,
yet time goes on without a moment lost
and still the winds of fate persist and blow
without remark or care or pennies cost.
What worth am I but in your care and love
or have I lived my life in selfish need.
I've tried so hard, for you, to rise above
but in your eyes do you just see my greed.
For am I who you wanted me to be,
the perfect man to share my life with you,
or did you wish for me to just be me
and give you love and promise to be true?

     When end is near I know in you I'll dwell
          in whispered songs of love my heart will quell.

Life

In whispered songs of love my heart will quell
so soft it beats when broken scars are healed
yet pain of loss for you I can't dispel
when left to dream of all that you've revealed.
The secret  words of love that you have told
in moments sweet and pleasured touch exposed
to me are bits of life for me to hold
when fantasies of you have been reposed.
Now laid to rest inside my very soul,
I've loved you strong and deep for oh so long
for in my life you've played a leading roll.
Without you dear this life would be but wrong.

     Though many words as yet I wish to tell
          with tender tears to you, I say farewell.

Death

With tender tears to you, I say farewell,
my sweet, my life, my love, my need, my soul.
From you the one for whom my heart once fell,
this world of pain will now exact its toll
Too soon my corpse in death will lay stone cold
and tears from you will be my sole repose.
The troubadour whose words sing songs so bold,
alas, is left struck mute in death's last throes.
Will loves last flower fade without perfume,
to die unsmelled with human heart's adieu
its fragrant scent to linger in my tomb
or heaven sent, will stay and comfort you?

     At end of life my love I hope you'll know,
          when orchids bloom in beauty life's aglow.

Life's Fading Light

When orchids bloom in beauty life's aglow,
as time, with heavy brow, is nature planned,
too soon the beating heart begins to slow
when passion's ember burns the gentle hand.
With flames of love that flicker old and grey,
but moments gone, as youth filled questions asked,
the feelings lost to seasons never stay
for in the end it's just one soul that's passed.
The end of life so often is foretold
when cold the winds of fate speak soft to me.
In warmth and light the blooms of time unfold,
as petals fall, my life will cease to be.

     In whispered songs of love my heart will quell,
          with tender tears, to you, I say    ..farewell.


04/19/16


Poem Details | by James Inman |
Categories: age, death, love,

Life's Fading Light-Part 1-Heroic Crown of Sonnets

Youth

When orchids bloom in beauty life's aglow
to hold emotions locked in deep repose
in young desire and love warm thoughts will show.
Affection holds its ardor as it grows
to burn inside young hearts in evening tide.
In darkest night the heat will burn and rise
till naked, love's sweet flower blooms inside
and once again my love the past implies.
I'm not the dreaming soul you think you've known,
this willing need that cannot be denied,
is naught if not in love my feeling's grown,
as sad, the winds of change cast hearts aside.
     
     Is not the pain of youth our last great stand
          as time, with heavy brow, is nature planned?


Time

As time, with heavy brow, is nature planned,
to start the quest the instant life began.
It ticks each moment past with second hand
through infant life, to youth, and then to man.
The years go by as sequenced seasons pass
and miss each gentle touch of mothers breast.
As hair of grey like waves of grain amass,
we enter life's most cruel and crucial test.
How quick the mind in once unfettered thought
is now but clouds of muddled pother dust,
and as the time moves deep in minds hard fought,
the turning wheels soon slow to so much rust.

     No thought for life and love can further grow.
          Too soon the beating heart begins to slow.

Passion

Too soon the beating heart begins to slow
as passion spent prepares to take its toll,
and shooting stars burn down to subtle glow,
the mind's illusions dream of heart and soul.
Yet warmth and need can still ignite the flame
if sparks in coals of burning love remain.
Though slow the beats count down each ardent frame
our need for touch and fervor we retain.
For what is good without loves sweet caress
on lonely night or stormy sullen day,
to tightly hold each moment we possess
and guard the heart from anger and dismay.

     The light of heaven's long goodbye's unplanned
          when passion's ember burns the gentle hand.

Love

When passion's ember burns the gentle hand,
so, too, pure hearts can suffer in loves pain.
but lessons taught, no matter how well planned
can lead us down this broken path again.
Emotions find the cracks in crystal yen
then ebb and flow in watered essence's glow,
and grow the seeds of doubt to wonder when
through chinks in life's burst dam our love will flow.
But fill each crack with heart's warm trust and truth
and once again love's flower starts to bloom
like soft bright petals only found in youth,
we feel the sun burn past our time of gloom.

     Through life the warmth of pain awaits each day
          with flames of love that flicker old and grey.

Age

With flames of love that flicker old and grey
the hope of life's sweet nectar I once gave.
With you in pleasured touch we both would lay
and from my lonely heart my life you'd save.
As time moves on, though wisps of shadows fade,
like honey to the bees love yet tastes sweet
but tender touches lost in dark of shade
remain recalled reflections of conceit.
Let not the scourge of time erase the stain
of need for heated pleasure so ingrained
and loves mosaic tender heart's refrain
then end to end our love we'll share unchained.
     
     As brown the leaves float free from trees unmasked.
          but moments gone, as youth filled questions asked.

Sorrow

But moments gone, as youth filled questions asked,
no more of young loves wonder we request,
for in our soul the answers are unmasked
when stars align to find the lover's quest.
In length of day, like shadows, darkness grows
engulfing heaven's promise lost in fear,
and clasp strong hands of those we hold so close
from moistened cheeks we wipe a lonely tear.
No soft and tender touch upon the brow
when, tick, the clock calls out the lonesome hour,
can change the path of fate we follow now,
when life's sweet taste turns bitter, tart and sour.

     As we in fervid dusk filled evening lay
          the feelings lost to seasons never stay.

Feelings

The feelings lost to seasons never stay
and life  grows cold as little sand remains.
But, o'er the heart the mind has little sway
when strong emotions bleed through burning veins.
Does anger, love or hate in time still lie,
awaiting passion's burning deep inside,
or ease in mellowed thoughts as days go by
to tarry in the place where senses hide?
The smile upon my face may turn in joy
though deep inside my heart my feelings burn
as eddies swirling lost in loves sad ploy
awaiting their frenetic fierce return.

     Like comet's tail our hearts burn bright and fast
          for in the end it's just one soul that's passed.


04/19/16


Poem Details | by Mark Massey |
Categories: love, love hurts,

Strangers part 1

1 As scented air aroused the misty mind, her shadow broke the early morning sun. Aromas wafting from the morning grind induced my trance…oh! she may be the one. I sensed her very essence from afar, unnerved, I sought the comfort in my “joe”. She emulated every morning star with beauty I so truly wished to know. She passed so nonchalant and without glance. As I would gape, she only stared astray. Her exit, with a whim and without chance, so arrogant, it whisked my breath away. As fragments of her essence ebbed and waned, illusions twisted aimlessly in vain. 2 Illusions twisted aimlessly in vain. Her image kept returning o’er again and nothing held her vision in refrain. Such beauty pressed my passions to ascend. I contemplated following her light but in my daze, she quickly slipped away. And as I sat, I thought,..though ever slight, that I may see her pass again someday. I finalized my mundane morning rite and pondered how its remnants may unfold I knew that she was once the morning’s light and wished once more her light, I could behold. I know for certain it was by design, within this haze, appeared a light divine. 3 Within this haze appeared a light divine one gentle morn when sunlight filled this space. My dreams of her still dance and intertwine but skies fell gray since light had left this place. I wait each day, but each day comes and goes. My mud grows stale and bitter from the toll. Baristas tend but know not to impose; this search, in vain, weighs heavy my soul. My hope ne’er wanes, today may be the day she finds this empty chair to occupy. While pondering exactly what I’ll say, I’ll lie in wait for every passer-by. This day now spent, I’ve watched another wane though in a world of dreams ‘tis all in vain. 4 Though in my world of dreams it seems insane to bar the thoughts that venture through my head. As anguish lingers, captive to my pain, this torment shall surrender when I’m dead. My head conflicted, ne’er a tick goes by that fails to hold her scent and reverie. Her image faint, though I cannot deny that I’ve allowed her ghost to capture me. These unrelenting thoughts may never cease… obsession burns, I seek an interlude. I’ve made my choice, for I shall ne’er find peace, I will not lie incessantly and brood. I’ve sought to find, though surely circumstance, one timely gaze, but fate still yields to chance. 5 One timely gaze, but fate still yields to chance, that I may find her in the morning’s light. ‘Twas on a day like this, by happenstance, she ambled through this shop, to my delight! I’ve spent so many hours on this perch in want of someone never to appear. But now I know, I must give up this search for I have not the means to persevere. Farewell café, I’ll ne’er pass you again. The memories of your days fore'er hold true. The day remembered most my dearest friend, will be when morning’s light came passing through. A soul obsessed shall never be set free, for hearts surrender love so willfully. to be continue... Heroic Crown of Sonnets - Part 1


Poem Details | by Mark Massey |
Categories: anxiety, love,

Strangers part 3

9 A soul is but a slave that serves the heart and flails in presence of true loveliness. The heart commands, therefore I must impart this ceaseless craving, yearning for caress. I did foretell this destined rendezvous though not foretelling why she came this way. To answers why or how, I’ll not pursue, for what I’d sought was “when” would come this day She walked inside to shelter from the rain then raised her eyes to browse the languid room. She looked at me, then glanced away again, oh, to see such elegance in bloom. To be fulfilled leaves nothing to explore but restless souls, they simply wish to soar. 10 But restless souls, they simply wish to soar and so she swanned the room without delay. I watched her as she prowled the parlor floor then brush my booth, pause and look my way. She pursed her lips and asked me for the time, then stood in hush, awaiting my reply. But as I tried to speak, as though a mime, my voice fell mute and words just passed me by. I caught my breath then looked around the room, such trepidation left me little choice. My mind was shrouded with impending doom, for I was not the master of my voice Before those fears could tear my dreams apart, they found a way to tenderly depart. 11 They found a way to tenderly depart though I could not respond to her request. I held my breath and waited for my heart to once again start beating in my chest. And as I coaxed my senses to comply I found the words that I had planned to say. But when I went to offer my reply she turned her head and simply walked away. I closed my eyes and rummaged for a scheme to tame the mood and thwart her nonchalance. But words were lost, for it was all a dream, and once again, I floundered in response. My tacit tongue had chosen to explore those winding paths that bind forevermore. 12 Those winding paths that bind forevermore are bare essentials to the paradigm that "love shall only grow if each therefore, evolves in life, together, over time." I look upon our love with this design. It strengthens my resolve to win the day And soon, our hearts and souls shall intertwine, for nothing now is standing in my way. But as I sat and squandered morning’s light, inside the door, a gentleman appeared. She turned to him, and in a passing flight, the essence of her light had disappeared. Her radiance had faded to obscure. Some hearts align; one never can be sure. 13 Some hearts align, one never can be sure. and so her love is but a memory. My jaded dreams, now muddled and obscure, in consequence, were never meant to be. I’ll search no more for splendor in the morn and yield my days to solitude’s retreat. I’ll not profess disparagement nor scorn and thus negate the anguish of defeat. No unrequited love will I let taunt the tendrils of imaginary whim. For I’ll recall the memories that daunt, reminding me when morning’s light fell dim. For such a fool as I, there is no cure, no sovereign love is destined to endure. 14 No sovereign love is destined to endure. As recompense, I’ll let my pain atone. These vain endeavors shall not reoccur for I will spend my empty days alone. I’ve found a place to charm the painter’s eye; this sidewalk berth along the corridor. For now, it’s on my canvas I'll supply impressions of the subjects I adore. But wait, I sense an essence o’er this place and feel her shadow break the morning sun. And once again, with arrogance and grace, she passed me by, but still..she is the one! Once more the morning sun has left me blind as scented air aroused the misty mind. ~~~ 15 As scented air aroused the misty mind illusions twisted aimlessly in vain. Within this haze appears a light divine though in my world of dreams it seems insane. One timely gaze, though fates still yield to chance, a heart surrenders love too willfully. In truth, a soul prefers a tryst romance, a feeble heart seeks vain fidelity. A soul is but a slave that serves the heart, but restless souls…they simply wish to soar. They’ve found a way to tenderly depart those winding paths that bind forevermore. Some hearts align, one never can be sure; no sovereign love is destined to endure. The End
5-12-18


Poem Details | by Johnny Rhinem |
Categories: love,

The Father Of Light

Silken slivers....

Aside the rolling sea

Falling from the knowing stars

Beyond these swaying trees ~

Shadows playing, now

Beneath their dancing leaves

Twirling toward the waiting ground

Amid this summer's breeze ~

Moonbeams....

Splashing upon their journeys canvas

Colliding, with the darkened skies

Celestial colours of heavenly wonders

These painting's, before my joyful eyes ~

Turning toward such whispers, now 

Which penetrate the darkened night

Echoes of Angelic splendours

Gliding, atop the timeless tide....

Twinkle twinkle, you silken stars 

Now I know, just who, you are!

Walking toward the waiting shoreline ~

From beneath these swaying trees

Endless lights of brightened wisdom

Amid this summers breeze

Truth, beyound the promised horizon 

Within this place I've seen ~

And heard Angelic voices

Whisper, "Your Light," deep inside of me

"The Father, of All Creation!"....

.............."My Soul"............

***************************************

Now waltzing upon, "Your Eternal, Sea!" *


Poem Details | by Laura Leiser |
Categories: beautiful, bible, life, love, universe,

The WORD-Heroic Crown of Sonnets

BEGINNINGS

The WORD was there before the dawn of time
the Trinity communed in sacred tongue
with sounds unheard, unspeakable, sublime
they uttered words of their unending Love.
With power in God's WORD the world was formed
and from His mouth the universe was placed
His voice so strong, like clapping thunderstorms
God's crowning glory was the human race.
With flaming tongues, God set the sun on high
by His commands, He placed the sea and land
made creatures on the earth and in the sky
and with His breath, God breathed life into man.
Tis mystery, God's ways we'll never know
His Voice, unheard by any living soul.

ANGELS

His Voice, unheard by any living soul
and yet in heaven angels heard His Voice
while gathered round God's throne they would behold
His majesty, and with their songs rejoice.
Angelic messengers went to and fro
to carry out the bidding of the Lord
and Lucifer, so beautiful and bold
was chosen to receive a grand reward.
To him was given power o're the earth
a prince to oversee, protect his realm
yet with great pride, he viewed his greater worth
than God Almighty, and from heaven fell.
Allowing freedom, even angels find
most Holy God proclaimed His grand design.

EDEN

Most Holy God proclaimed His grand design
the master artist, architect of life
made rivers, trees, and mountains so divine
a stunning monument of paradise.
Alluring sweet aromas filled the air
from Eden's garden, wafting round about
young lambs could lay inside a lion's lair
peace reigned, the world was innocent throughout.
While in the Garden, Adam walked with God
it was not good for man to walk alone
the Lord made woman from his side to love
in unity their bond with God did grow.
Conversed with God, their conversation flowed
with sounds so pure, it made the angels glow.

GOD AND MAN

With sounds so pure, it made the angels glow
while birds sang out sweet, melodious songs
round sacred pathways man and God would stroll
midst lavish realms of life the whole day long.
For Love's sake, God placed man above the rest
He gave him choice, would man remain steadfast?
Since God knew man, He put him through a test
to see if freedom in their love would last.
So stood two trees, of knowledge and of life
forbidden fruit, a taste of death and fate
to disobey would bring men sin and strife
would hurl them to death's tomb, from love to hate.
A choice to make, would man yield to God's plan?
Creator God, who knew the heart of man.

ADAM AND FREE WILL

Creator God, who knew the heart of man
infused a spark of His own being to
his handiwork, so man could understand
a love so deep, it transforms souls anew.
To demonstrate the cherished love they shared
the Lord put stunning brilliance in the skies
sunrise, sunsets, the moon and stars shone there
to mark days passing, evidence of time.
To Adam, God assigned to name the beasts
spent time with them, observing how they lived
a daunting task, yet he could truly see
the benefits sweet innocence could give.
God's costly risk, man's free will was at stake
desired faithfulness, a choice to make.

TEMPTATION

Desired faithfulness, a choice to make
the WORD most High ordained to bring about
knew Satan would be crouched at Garden's gate
would enter in and cause great harm throughout.
The darkness slowly slithered to the light
and sweetly masked its hate with lying tongue
approached the woman, Eve, made wrong seem right
and tempted her to sin, that wicked one!
When Eve found out that she could be like God
her spirit lit with passion in her eyes
she ate the cursed fruit, too late to stop
then Adam joined her folly in his pride.
The devil came to tempt the heart of man
the enemy was near to thwart God's plan.

THE FALL

The enemy was near to thwart God's plan
entangled man, ensnared him with deceit
from perfect paradise mankind was banned
it caused great sorrow, making angels weep.
For it appeared that Satan had his way
had shattered lives so intimate with God
the Lord who Sees foresaw this fateful day
yet undeterred, a plan anew was wrought.
Though banished from the Garden, God remained
with Eve and Adam and their vast offspring
descendants came, too numerous to name
along with wickedness to God, their King.
Chaotic sin and death ruled Adam's race
yet sacrifice would cover for Love's sake.







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Submitted on 5/9/2016
Heroic Crown Of Sonnets contest


Poem Details | by Mark Massey |
Categories: fate, love,

Strangers part 2

6 The heart surrenders love so willfully but in a script will lie my paramour. So I’ll abandon old pursuits and free my mind to let imagination soar. I’ve found a place to court a writer’s muse; a windowed booth along the boulevard. For now, it’s only penning I'll peruse and charming interruptions, disregard What pleasure to abandon passion’s pain and thus, regain some solace for my soul. The essence of soft shadows shall contain my vow to play a solitary role. For souls, the bane of true love disenchants, in truth, some souls prefer a tryst romance. 7 In truth, some souls prefer a tryst romance and freedom from the vows all hearts require, so I shall gaze in sterile countenance, and watch temptation pass with blithe desire. I’ll fill my pages with the circumstance so not to have one’s heart put on display I dare not give my characters a chance for morning’s light to take their breath away As words are spilled upon this journal’s leaf, my thoughts still find a penchant to console, but I will not allow such pointless grief to write these acts nor play the leading role For I shall be a rake and fancy free, as feeble hearts seek vain fidelity. 8 As feeble hearts seek vain fidelity, I ‘ll script love’s folly with my zealous prose And passion’s thirst…quilled to the ‘nth degree will far surpass what blasé bards compose. I’ll bury lust in words upon each page. Their heat will sear the ink to every line And as for love, I never shall engage; for callused souls are destined to resign. But as I searched for perfect similes and glanced outside my window for a clue, my eyes grew wide, for they were thrilled to see the “morning’s light” ascending into view Facades of independence hence depart; my soul is but a slave that serves the heart. To be continued...


Poem Details | by moha lakers |
Categories: allah, angel, farewell, i love you, poems,

LETTER TO MY LOVED ONES

Remember me when you hear the wind blow.
I am with God, I need you to know.
He called my name, and I went to see
If the voice I heard was speaking to me.
He took my hand, we walked along
The road to heaven, where I belong.
The angles sang so sweet and clear
They sang of love and that Jesus is near.
I felt his touch, I saw his face,
I knew in an instant I was in his grace.
He spoke to me, I heard him say,
You are home now child, you have found your way.
So remember me when you hear the wind blow.
I am home now with God, I need you to know.


Poem Details | by Vladislav Raven |
Categories: angel, desire, dream, joy, love, night, passion,

An Angel - End - Repost - Super Crown Of Sonnets - Valentine's Collection

(Valentine's Collection)

(Super Crown Of Sonnets)

29.
The  beauty of dream, so warm and serene,
now within a nightly dream, you are with me
You do give me the love of my dear queen,
as my heart beats love for the one I see.

I do look on you as you join with me,
as I enter you I hear your soft sigh.
An angel you are and ever shall be,
ever in my dreams, in peace, we do lie.

Now in our great joy, our shadows do dance,
across the moon, our silhouettes are seen.
I am your beloved, we take our chance,
our love goes on, where before it has been.

You are my rose that does ever blush red,
dreams are gentle, on the pillow my head.
30.
Dreams are gentle, on the pillow my head,
they do shine in glory for you are there.
You are my rose that does ever blush red,
a rose of love that is ever so rare.

Now I do lose myself inside your core,
you shall cry out in orgasmic pleasure.
Our heart does sing as we open love’s door,
my beloved, you are now my treasure,

In my dreams, you shall find a steadfast love,
I enter the forest of your sweet desire.
Together in passion, in stars above,
the flames of love rise as you light my fire.

As these gentle lips they do touch my head,
an angel stands by the side of my bed.
31.
An angel stands by the side of my bed,
in the star’s brocade, you are love’s own star.
Forever our thoughts are of love instead,
you have now redeemed my soul from afar.

My divine angel my Heavenly rose,
within primal passion, we both shall shine.
Now you are the passion that grows and grows,
in all my dreams, you shall be my divine.

My beautiful love-light, you are divine,
I now do lie with my Heavenly queen.
In my dream forever she shall be mine,
the beauty of dream so warm and serene.

Dreams are gentle, on the pillow my head,
an angel stands by the side of my bed.


(The End)


Poem Details | by Debbie Duncan |
Categories: lost love,

Missing Pieces

Once there was a time
A long time ago.

As I was looking for a flat.
Making sure it was right for me.

Just so I could make it my own.
I took a walk through the halls.

Way over there, in an out of the way corner
That's when I saw it, the writing on the wall.

The closer I came, the more I saw a love spell.
 Although  It was wearing thin from years past

 This is how it read: 

 She asks if she could get back all the missing
 pieces ~  all the pieces she had given away,
To lovers that didn't stay.

All the parts that had been broken, and betrayed.
All the parts that were left out in the rain.

All the parts that were dropped and kicked around.
It said she didn't think they wanted them anyway.
 
All the parts of herself, she felt she lost along the way.
She asks for all the missing pieces to be returned to her.

If that was ok  ~  Just so she wouldn't fade away 
 





7/ 9 / 2011  8pm
Was looking through a 3 ring binder of my old poetry, I found this oneNo doubt we all have pages of poems  


Poem Details | by Debbie Duncan |
Categories: life, lost love,

From Him

Heartbroken 
I guess I was wrong.
I'm a total fool.
My love for you was so strong.
How could I have ever loved you?

You said he was no one.
You had no idea who he is.
Well, it's obvious he's someone.
With him, I knew what you did.

I gave you all my love.
You'll never know how much I cared.
My life just fell apart.
This pain I just can't bare.

I've been through this before.
Though it hadn't been with you.
I never thought you'd do this.
I always thought you would be true.

Now I must live my life without you.
Together we'll never be.
For you've found someone new.
And no longer need me.

  
12  10   1997  From " his " point of view.


Poem Details | by Poet Shi |
Categories: boyfriend, cute love, desire, emotions, girlfriend, love, sweet,

Our First Time

Time's at a standstill 
as I find myself lying 
here next to you...

Contemplating what 
to do next, I'm a bit 
nervous this being 
our first time.

I gotta make sure 
the mood is right,
that this something 
you wanna do.

As I look into your 
pretty eyes, I can't 
help but fantasize 
of how it would be...

Loving you so 
passionately.

I'm waiting in
anticipation to
undress you...

Take my time 
making love 
to you.

Written by: Poet Shi


Poem Details | by Travis Lone Hill |
Categories: lost love, love, passion, romance, girl, girl, love, me, sorry,

I Know I Messed Up

Im sorry girl but I know I ****ed up, 
I know I can at times get so drunked up, 
But truth is girl we got to go our own way and suck it up, 
I love you still in my heart but we must part because its finished girl from the very start.
 Love aint easy and that *****can get too hard but we must play a new hand dealt cards
 
You deserve better than me Melinda because I might just drag us both down to the dirt ground left in the dark with silence no sound from both mine to your town........Im sorry Melinda Rose
 but love dies when it ceases to no longer grow 
you see me less and less until the forever show 
My love for someone different now is a choice I choose 
I will miss your sweet red hair all the way to your nubby little toes 
but remember Melinda Rose 
our love can only die when it CEASES TO GROW........


Poem Details | by Joe Hinojosa |
Categories: fantasy, me, world, love, me, drug,

Chasing the Dragon till death

IN LOVE WITH A WOMEN WHO DIDNT LOVE ME..
BLOOD, SWEAT, TEARS IS WHAT SHE WANTED IT TO BE
   
  I COULDNT LIVE WITHOUT HER, SHE DIDNT CARE WHO I WAS..
I GUESS YOU CAN SAY, SHE WAS LIKE A DRUG

  I NEEDED HER SO BAD I WOULD STAY AWAKE FOR DAYS..
SHE WOULD LOVE ME AND LEAVE ME TRAPPED IN A MAZE

  I WOULD WAKE UP IN SWEATS ON THE DEATH OF MY BED..
SHE WAS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, ENGRAVED IN MY HEAD

  SHE USED ME AND ABUSED ME, BUT I WANTED HER MORE..
WHEN SHE WANTED TO LEAVE, I WOULD LOCK EVERY DOOR

  WE WOULD FIGHT IN THE NIGHT, AND MAKE LOVE IN OUR PAIN..
THESE EYES REALIZED SHE WAS MAKING ME INSANE

  I WAS ADDICTED TO HER WAYS AND HOW SHE MADE ME FEEL..
IN A WORLD SO FAKE, SHE MADE MY WORLD SO REAL

  SHE UNDERSTOOD MY PAIN AND HELD ME THROUGH THE NIGHT..
ONE DOSE OF HER LOVE, ONE DOSE OF HER LIFE

  I LOOKED IN THE MIRROR AND SEEN THE BEAST I WAS..
IT WAS ME ALL ALONG, AND I WAS LIKE HER DRUG

  I CAUSED HER MUCH PAIN, HER TEARS FELL LIKE THE RAIN..
WITHOUT HER PICKING ME UP I WOULDNT BE THE SAME

  SHE WAS THERE WHEN I NEEDED HER, I WAS BLIND TO SEE..
SHE WAS IN LOVE WITH MY LIES, GOD PLEASE FORGIVE ME

  SHE STOOD BY MY SIDE EVEN WHEN I DIED..
I CAME BACK TO SHOW HER I NEEDED HER HIGH

  THE REASON FOR LIVING, UNDERSTAND MY FORGIVING..
I WANT YOU IN MY LIFE, ONLY IF YOUR WILLING

  FOREVER MY LOVE OVERDOSE TILL DEATH..
SHE IS MY 'CRYSTAL METH'!!! 



Poem Details | by sam tim |
Categories: love, love,

Love or lust

Love the principal thing but scarce 
True meaning of love vanish into thin air
Just like vapor.
Many lust and think they love
See many youth with lustful desire
Soon it will wear and tire them out
A matter of time it is
You hear different word from their
Sugar coated mouth like
“Am falling in love with you”
Why can’t they just walk?
Tired of hearing break ups here and there
Reddish colors of the eye disgust me!
All I want is something genuine and real
Not fake, but something that you can feel.
Not something ashamed of
But something you are proud of
With smiling face I want to see people
Holding hands in agreement 
Without any dispute
So I can have a rest of mind


Poem Details | by Ninette Carey |
Categories: pride,

Lost in Thy Lords Love

Drawn thy come to my world 

 Believing thyself

Brighter

Smarter 

Above

Worthy 

I am Loving........

Yet you view me as a fool....

Yes....maybe so.....
 
I watch thy unfold.....

Why....


Is Love not enough.....

Power

Sex

Greed


These roads lead to destruction....

There will be no winners here....

What is the allure......

What will be the price....

A equation  so simple...

My Love has no boundaries.....


Gods has bestowed......


Lost in Thy Lords Love...

Let go of thyself 


Give thyself to The Lord.....

Mercy......



Poem Details | by Charles Reese |
Categories: devotion, faith, forgiveness, hope, inspirational, love, god, me, prayer, god, life, me, men, strength,

My Prayers 1 -4

Dear God I pray you keep our men from harm,
it's you who dwells inside the flames of life.
When we're with you we're safe without alarm;
dear God I pray we'll soon be free from strife.
Now since your kingdom has now come along,
I ask You now show us Your precious will.
It's in your strength we learn to live so strong;
I pray our leaders vision does not kill
the very thing You want to see them do.
Instead I pray dear Lord that each will be
great men and women who will first love You;
such people have your sound integrity.
I close this prayer with just this one request
help each of us to do our very best.
  
Help each of us to do our very best,
then soldiers in your army we will be.
For in you strength we'll surely pass life's test,
if each of us will learn to follow Thee.
The rules You've given me I shall adhere,
for now I have become a child of Yours.
Oh, I shall never run or flee from fear;
I'll wait for You to bring me through life's doors.
The best from you I know I'm yet to find,
because I'm not  perfected in your sight,
though to Your children you are more then kind,
for we are purchased with Your  blood alright.
Now all of life's become a sacred race;
I'll try my best to keep within your pace.

I'll try my best to keep within your pace
so when testing comes I will remain.
With You there' nothing that I cannot face,
for now I have recieved Your holy name.
I pray that every man will follow soon
the road you've surely paved for each of them.
It's then each life will fully come in tune,
as each one's lump of coal becomes a gem.
Because I know not what tommorrow brings,
my trust I have for You will never die;
for I shall wait to fly upon Your wings:
when in that day I meet You in the sky,
Dear Lord, just one more thing I need to say,
help me to stay the course when skies are gray.

Help me to stay  the course when skies are gray,
as enemies are burning fires around.
Let not my eyes from You then go astray,
but now and ever keep me safe and sound.
I hope to always walk in paths You've made;
it's their that I will find Your precious touch.
You've healed my life from sin because I've prayed
to make you Lord of all I Iove so much.
I know not what tommorrow has in store,
but of Your presence here I am assured;
now You are more the fables to explore,
While I Am but a preson who's endured.
To keep Your word and do what you have asked,
I feel that I am blest in every task.


Poem Details | by Shantanand Sharma |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, i love you, longing, love, love hurts,

BEAUTIFUL YOU

                         Beautiful you

If asked what beauty is, I would say it’s you…
Trust me or not but it’s true.
God’s creation wonderfully crafted and shaped so fine…
Gifted with magical smile and aura so divine.

Smile that cast its magical spell…
Spell whose charm none could repel.
When you smile it’s like tulip blossom…
The sight is mesmerizing and ambience turns awesome.

Dark, dazzling and penetrating eyes…
Eyes deep like ocean with the ability to hypnotize.
Concealing eyes that dazzle like fire…
Eyes that leave the world with impatient desire.

Lips like roses with description beyond words…
Lips so beautiful that never seen or heard.
Lips as red as blood dripping from fresh wound…
Lips that laugh, lips that smile, and lips that utter sweet sound.

When I place on my eyes on your beautiful face…
My eyes refuse to move away from that grace.
I was refining someone in my dreams for years through…
When I saw you I saw my dream come true.

Your beauty is not bound by the dress what you wear…
Neither is it limited to the way how you manage your hairs.
I see your beauty in your eyes…
Your eyes is the doorway to heart where love resides

Should I compare your elegance with summer day…?
But your elegance is permanent while summer passes away.
Fair color like radiance of sun rays…
Your looks mesmerize me in every possible ways.

Your beauty is something you never want to reveal…
But I am sure your beauty is something that none can steal.
Your beauty is something more than what you show…
And your beauty is eternal and with passing years it will only grow.


Poem Details | by elijah prophet |
Categories: devotion, sweet, beauty, beauty, love, sweet,

GIFT FROM THE LIVING GOD IS NO ORDINARY LOVE

EVERYDAY WITH YOU BECOMES ANOTHER HOLIDAY AS EACH NIGHT BECOMES A SWEET REVELATION TO A REFRESHING, LOVE AFFAIR TRULY, YOUR LOVE BECOMES A NEW SUNRISE AS EACH NEW MOON, CAUSES EACH CANDLE LIGHT TO MULTIPLY ITS ILLUMINATION AND WE ENTERAIN THIS PRISTINE JUBILANCE OF US.

OUR LOVE IS FAR MIGHTIER THEN THE DARKIEST OF TIMES YOUR MARVELLOUS BEAUTY CAN EQUATE WITH THE RADIANT BEAUTY OF "THE QUEEN'S GARDEN OF VELVETY RED ROSES." I SHALL NEVER BE ABLE TO THANK OUR LIVING GOD, FOR BLESSING ME WITH MAGNIFICENT YOU.

WHEN I GAZE UPON THE RHYMIC DANCEOF THE STARS, I AM REMINDED OF HOWYOU DANCE UPON THE CHAMBER STEPS OF MY HEARTCAN PARADISE, TRULY BE WITHIN YOU, WOMAN?

I DO KNOW OF THE UNSEARCHABLE LOVE AND BEAUTY OF OUR GOD, THROUGH THE MESMERIZING BEAUTY OF YOUR PRESENCE FOR, ROYALTY AND NOBILITY UNVEIL YOUR ENRICHING SUBSTANCE YOU DRESS WITH THE CLOTH OF WISDOM!  YOU WEAR KNOWLEDGE ABOUT THY DELICATE NECK AS THOUGH IT WERE THE RAREST OF IVORY PEARLS!  THEN YOU BATHE IN UNDERSTANDING AS IF IT WERE A SWEET AROMATIC OIL AND SPICES FROM A DISTANT LAND TRUTH, FAITH, TRUST, AND UNCONDITIONAL LOVE WILL BE THE NAVIGATOR OF THIS INCREDIBLE VOYAGENEITH THE STORMS OR JEALOUSIES OF LIFE WILL SEPARATE US FROM THIS GIFT WE SHARE FROM THE LIVING GOD, BECAUSE THIS CANST NOT BE AN ORDINARY LOVE.


Poem Details | by Travis Lone Hill |
Categories: adventure, daughter, family, children, forgiveness, hope, life, native american, on writing and words, romance, me, heart, girl, hate, heart, love, me, i love you,

For My Unborn Seed and Girlfriend

Dam girl when Im locked up you set me free/ 
When Im not myself you set me free/ 
Im behind the lock and you got the key/
 Im blind with hate but you helpmy love see/ 
WhenIm lot and alone you take the lead/
 Without you I could have never planted my seed/ 
I hate to say it but you make me better/ 
You know I love you even without this letter/ 
When Im cold with sadness you my comfort warm sweater/
 I know I can be a bad boyfriend but Im going to be a better father/
 I might have wanted a son, but it really didnt matter because now you having my daughter/
 Im guess Im too stubborn girl with me why you even bother/
 my heart gets heart gets colder but for you it only gets hotter........


Poem Details | by Charles Reese |
Categories: devotion, faith, forgiveness, hope, inspirational, love, uplifting, prayer, faith, life, me, men,

My Prayers 5-7

I feel I have been blest in every task,
because in all I do I give You praise.
My every thought appears to You unmasked,
when in my heart You give a silent gaze.
You know the things I want and what I need,
but what for me to give the right request.
Each prayer I make to You is like a seed
that sprouts new life when in Your eyes it's blest.
Oh, how I wish dear Lord that all would know
The mercy truth and love that I have found.
Your precious light now gives a gentle glow,
Now with Your dazzlig glory I am crowned.
Now  as I spread your gospel far and wide;
I know in all we do You'll be our guide.

I know in all we do You'll be our guide,
You'll help us through the thick and through the thin.
We never need to run from You or hide,
For staying in your will keep us from sin.
It seems so hard at times to not digress,
but with Your help I know we will succeed.
You know just how to give all men success,
if to Your will each one now learns to heed.
It's not about the job we do that tells
what kind of person that we shall become.
It's giants that with Gods help one dispels,
with people that we teach to overcome.
So think about each choice you make today;
Our choices will decide where some will stay.

Our choices will decide where some will stay.
with things we do throughout life's distant path.
We change what others do along the way,
but sin that's not confessed will bring God's wrath.
I know not where this road in life may lead,
though I shall let my faith in you abide;
Each step I take in faith I'll not concede:
Because I have now put your will inside.
Each day with you I'm blessed more than before
You give to me beyond what I require;
I look to You for help and You give more,
than I could ever get through my desire,
Now we'll serve you as enemies rearm;
Dear God I pray you keep our men from harm.


Poem Details | by Thomas Peterlin |
Categories: lost lovelife, hope, life, love,

Crown of Sonnets - Love

I heard so long before, crying from fields where blow

it 'round the lonely stones, hair-waving gentleness.

Were it a poison o, still I would ride its breeze,

trailing so finely forgetting resentfulness.

How can it worry, when ne’r does it lack its ease

Winding and binding the waters and highest cloud?

Oh that I could have run past those unbending trees,

For to return to the land were my thoughts ring loud

when the breeze takes me away from this bleakest light.

Unto the storm! I go unto its lighten’d shroud!

Perverted science, our earth, oh our earth in plight.

Need them we never shall, for we shall never leave.

Stormy winds blow past our necks, and the gods, they know

When ones like we have found what they could never show.


Me, oh for me, thus myself low, in mourningSuch

men blame themselves, their lost love from whence hope arose.

Hope, it depends only on wishes ne’r conceiv’d

past what primordial dreams that men hold so close.

Fantastic imag’ry, happiness here receiv’d,

tells himself that which he wishes so much to hear.

How can a man so himself cover, so deceiv’d?

How did he think that this love, unthought, would appear?

How can he walk down this rail-thin road while so blind?

Whether he wonder’d if living or not, its here!

Sailing across the sea, riding waves, felt so kind.

Parted his life when his glass house did shatter, and

there in the fields, he lie on his back, pain’d so much.

Where was his love? Could it have been in fleeting touch? 

 
Cried out he did when his life shatter’d ‘fore his eyes.

He wanted never to look back with morose face,

Only look forward to future loves, of this kind.

Laughter and joyous voice, sounded in man’s cold race,

touch’d by the countless works of dissilusion’d mind,

art from adversity, love from the artist’s heart,

pain’d from eternal grief, mark’d by eternal grind,

in love’s name, his one wish, from whence his hope would part.

Realiz’d that his heart will never see love again,

Turn’d to in desp’rate resistance against his heart,

winds, rays, and waters, his void fill’d with life again,

Were it a poison o, still he would ride the breeze.

Love loses meaning, emotion, no more he cries,

Only the sun, the stars and dark, cool ev’ning skies.



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Dactyllic Alexandrine


Poem Details | by jess conner |
Categories: love, me, me,

Loves Ego Bruised

Away in to the light.
I found myself feeding with delight.
like a coin that you tossed in the air.
I havent forgot any of the words that you shared.
and the evidence lays in front of me and all i can do is shed.
My mind is a prison.
Love left me cold.
It left me alone.
My devices keep me sane.
I lay next to you.
I feel so strong.
I want to feed once more.
You're like a freight train running straight through my head.


Poem Details | by Liam Alepta |
Categories: absence, beach, cancer, death of a friend, heartbroken, i miss you, love hurts,

Threw

I Came to the edge of a ocean
looking off to the sea
Grabbed up scraps of steel
parts of old cars
and I threw them to the water below

Thinking to myself
perhaps I threw myself in too

Then I took out the urn
held it high to the shine

her last rays of sun
and I swiftly threw her
into the deep dark sea

And there she sank
to the floor below
to start her life new
as the mother of pearls

There she goes
to the eternal under the sea
where she always wanted to be

Maybe the sun will shine
and evap the water
into clouds

And her spirit rises
into the air
filling the sky
covering me as I cry
and the clouds begin to rain
to pour her love over me again

Instead I took out the urn
held it high to the shine
for her last rays of sun
and swiftly I threw her
into the deep dark sea

And there she sank to the floor below
to start her life new
where she always wanted to be
as the mother of pearls.


Poem Details | by connie mccracken |
Categories: faith, together,

love quotes

"one person all by themselves is nothing two people together are everything.....two lives,two hearts joined together in friendship united forever in love...for the rest of my life ill be with you ill stay by your side honest,and true till the end of my time ill be loving you now ,then,and forever...


Poem Details | by Beverly Al-Kareem |
Categories: passion, me, me,

Just a Little Bit of Your Love

Walking around looking at the clouds dancing in the rain these are the things that keep me free.
Pretending to be all that I dream when I come to see what the world has given to me
Just a little bit of your love, and I keep trying to find a way to tell you how much I care.

Letting you know I am aware that your body is calling me filling me up from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet, proclaiming the love that shines among my sheets.
I woke up with a smile on my face and I know that today I am satisfied as I acknowledge your gentle styleYour warm touch your amazing ingredients that it took to make me shake.

That melody that you keep singing to me seducing my mind in trouble timesShowing me how to unwind as you give to me just a little bit of your love


Poem Details | by prince ikpesu |
Categories: africa, appreciation, beauty, how i feel, i love you, i miss you,

AMAJU

Amaju; 
The pride and beauty of all days
In your innocent and unadulterated eyes
I have seen the age and immortality of the sun and the moon.

The incomparable blast of your unabated smile	
Acquaints my heart with an acquiescing admiration
Indeed your beauty is priceless and devoid of sentiment












BY: IKPESU PRINCE IGHO


Poem Details | by robert ray |
Categories: love, mystery, nostalgia, wife, heart, night, tree, heart, love, me, night, tree,

ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BETSY

This is a story poemI call, ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BETSY

ILL start this little story by asking a question,what is love?
They say there is all kinds of love.
This story is about a new kind of love.
I had two  loves my girlfriend and I was in love with my car.
Now you might say that is strange to be in love with a car.
It is not me that is strange being in love with a car.
What is strange,is the strange behavior of the car.
Now I got you confuse, or you think IM just plain crazy.

Well my story really begins when my grandfather gave me 1955 OLDSMOBILE.
I was so proud of the car,I even gave her a name.I called her BETSY.
She was two tone yellow and black,she was a beauty.
I wash and waxs BETSY everyday.
I even carved a heart on BETSY dashboard.
I wrote in the heart,ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BETSY

About the time I had BETSY,I met my future wife BARBARA.
She also was a beauty.
This is where my little story starts to get strange.
TRUE BUT STRANGE.
 BETSY seem to take on a life of her very own
When I was alone with betsy,she run like a jewel.
When BARBARA was riding in BETSY.
BETSY would run like a mule.

One night I had four flat tires.
Another night BETSY loss all her power.
I thought the cable on BETSY battery came loose.
NOTHING WAS LOOSE.
Whenever I played the radio it came in nice and clear.
Whenever BARBARA played the radio nothing came on but static.

The strangest part of the story when BARB and I was on a pinic.
We were sitting under a willow tree.
I carved a heart on the bark of the willow tree.
Inside the heart I wrote,ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BARBARA.
Just I like I  in the heart I carved on BETSY dashboard,
ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BETSY

BETSY was parked on an enbankment.
We were sitting under the willow tree below the enbankment.
Some how BETSY hand break came loose
 and BETSY started to roll down the enbankment.

BETSY crashed into the willow tree and scapeof the heart on the bark of the tree
where I wrote ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BARBARA.
BETSY burst into flames and was gutted out.
All except where I carved the heart on BETSY dashboard,
that I wrote ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BETSY.

BARBARA and I got married,
but as for BETSY,I never had a car quite like her again.
I dont know if you believe my story or think IM strange.
But do you want to know what is really strange,
LOVE IS STRANGE


Poem Details | by John Beam |
Categories: america, celebration, christian, jesus, love, nostalgia, song,

The Sacred Harp Sol

* 
Sol
* *
Double Springs Sacred Harp Singing is where
voices blend in a harmonious accord
We practiced a trio a harp to share
Sherburne shape notes rise from the covered
Time has flown as we reach the edge of town
Little songs everywhere filling air so sweet
jumping from the wagon feet hit the ground
running ahead never missing a beat
Picnic tables a woman holding her child
A man nips he thinks no one is looking
In church standing room only yet all smiles
A flirt in church He’s on the wrong footing
he keeps taping the woman on her toes
Song leader takes center square grace bestows


Poem Details | by John Beam |
Categories: america, celebration, christian, jesus, love, nostalgia, song,

The Sacred Harp Mi

Mi
* *
Settling for pause this an all-day affair
then outside grace was said then all do feed
Lots of kissing and hugging kinfolk share
A new baby on quilt sweet dreams he sleeps
Children run and play men talk of horses
As the women are talking up a storm
We sing our trio to the choruses
Family reunion of the Sherburne
Back inside join again the next refrains
In double springs overflowing melody
Feast of love and joy singing the Lord reigns
Enriching making the faith’s heart wealthy
Times change but some traditions never part
Singing and plucking the strings of the heart