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absence, beautiful, lonely, longing, lost love, sad,
If moonbeams’ fickle shadow-plays collude
with tousled sheets to take the shape of you,
And silent sighing pillow-tops exude
your scent, how do I see the night-time through?
If longing breezes rat-tat on my glass,
Curled soft into the likeness of your hand,
And floorboards moan, as if to feel you pass,
How can I wake each day? How can I stand?
If crowds contrive to conjure up your face,
And, mesmerised by yearning, I collide
with echoes of your breath at every pace,
How can I walk? How can I step outside?
And yet, because you built this purgatory,
Its walls are strangely beautiful to me.
31 December 18
For Beautiful Sadness Contest
Hosted by John Hamilton
We planted roses in the spring
when love was floating in the air.
A diamond glittered on your ring
reflected in your hazel eyes
the rainbow hues of paradise.
We had so much to give and share.
The months went by, the roses bloomed,
but when one day an ill wind blew –
no mercy shown – our dreams were doomed
to wither slowly and decay.
That fateful night you passed away
all the white roses died with you.
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Rhyme scheme: A-B-A-C-C-B D-E-D-F-F-E
Contest: Rhyme Time 7 ~ Deep and Dark
Sponsored by Lu Loo
© 27th December 2018
longing, love hurts, romance,
~ MY LOVE SHE'D LENT ~
I followed her where'er she went
Lured onward by her fragrant scent
She clasped his hand, a handsome gent
How could she know my love she'd lent
I died one thousand deaths inside
Choked back my tears with wounded pride
How long such anguish could I bear
My heart asunder to let tear
The hour had come to make my move
My love for her I had to prove
Unsteady I, and quite unsure
Just how to break the news to her --
My tongue was still despite I tried
'To ask her this: 'Please be my bride.'
~ Iambic Tetrameter ~
December 30, 2019
i miss you, longing,
I sit alone and think of you
Of everything we've both been through
Silent tears pouring from my eyes
Like raindrops falling from the skies
I miss you so much every day
I love you is what I want to say
4th December 2014
Let eyes meet, let them spark a fire
Let rhythms sing to music of lyre
Let heartbeats of joy write our song
In moods of kisses yearned for long
Let blushing cheeks welcome romance
Enchanting heart's seductive dance
Let winds of love ignite our flame
As night, ecstatic, croons your name
December 29, 2019
Placed 3rd: Lay it on me—8x8 poetry contest
Eight syllables per line (howmanysyllables.com)
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Placed 2nd: Strand select 6 by Brian Strand
analogy, flower, love, rose,
is love to be a wilted rose
to fade beneath the winter snows
to pierce itself with its own thorn
its beauty hide in death to mourn
i watch it bloom from tiny seeds
a spark of lust from passion bleeds
unfold itself within a kiss
then fade within the dying bliss
December 30, 2019
LAY It On Me - 8x8 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
christmas, light, love,
Let your light, sweet Jesus
Into our souls’ crib to shine
Bless our hearts, divine infant
Your love, forever to enshrine!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 DECEMBER 2014
Connie Marcum Wong
christmas, december, feelings, inspirational, june, love,
Christmas time was lonely for this young boy.
He lived a homeless life upon the street.
Remembering before, when life held joy,
Inside, warm and cozy near a hearth's heat.
Snowmen always seemed to share such delight
That he thought he would build one near each home,
Maybe joining in a fun snowball fight,
Always creating snowmen in the gloam;
Sweet surprise for families unaware.
Giving the only gift he could think of
In building each snowman he took such care,
For it was his kind way to share his love.
These gifts brought him such happiness to see
Smiles upon surprised faces filled with glee.
ring size 6 purple, green or blue
September tries to convince herself,
Making pretend that she is really, truly,
A Summer month, albeit one of dying fire,
Holding at bay the chill of Autumn winds.
October plays temptress with her Duality;
Sun to warm the back of your flannel shirt,
With punkin' frosting nights, crisp and cold.
Air so clear it sears the throat like a glass of cider.
November comes dark, wet and gloomy.
An ancient harridan forced to bridal bed.
Chanting "fools, there's time before winter comes,
Still time enough for love."
December mutters in her sleep........
angel, april, bereavement, heaven, love, mother daughter, snow,
Ave-Maria hymns lift you in flight
to Heaven’s gate apt angel does ascend
and follows lantern's light predawn of night
on star-dust wings for spirit a Godsend.
On April morn in skies of blue as you
besprinkle crystals from your seraph’s wings,
by mourning noon soft snowfall does ensue
a smoothing swaddle soothing harmed heartstrings.
In diamond-dusted frosted filigree
so sparkles soulful kisses you bestow
for scintillant reflective reverie
your glistened gift you send in silvern snow.
Beloved mother, sainted entity
you hush my cries with snow’s serenity.
December 8, 2017
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
faithlove, , cute,
The love God gives remains unbound.
Jesus of Nazareth came down.
Everlasting, His love abounds.
Deliverer and Redeemer: crucified, He died.
Eternal sacrifice, His perfect life tried.
Painfully executed, giving no retort to their lies.
Omnipotent creator, teacher, and revelator
Righteous, He lived, and died; over sin the victor.
Incomprehensible pain He, for us bore.
Two women, Mary, His mother, and Mary Magdalene
Inconceivable how perfect love and wisdom fomented.
Overcome with grief, Nicodemus and more lamented.
Never ending love, on the third day Jesus the Christ, alive presented.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
December 5, 2009
Hearth-side colors aromas
Sound of Jingle Bells carols
All the senses taking one back -
back when imagination was fertile rooted in
In magic and love
We – even the godless – cherish the entire month
But what when December fades?
I say there should be another month
Oh not rooted in time –
A contemplative month – outside the let-down that is
When one goes out the window taps the eternal
love and joy listening to that inner voice
“Nothing is over
Here is eternal Christmas in the true sense
Connie Marcum Wong
age, devotion, love,
Apricity sustains us through the cold
As ageing bones recall days of youth,
Where sweet treasures of the heart still unfold
A mode of love that deepens with the truth
That like a long lived tree whose roots run deep
Our years together strengthen our resolve
To weather storms together as we keep
Our bond of love continues to evolve.
Beauty reigns in eyes of the beholder.
Though years have changed our physicality,
Our pace is slower as we've grown older,
Yet in youth we remain, eternally.
Your aura shines so much brighter with mine
Because we have a love that is divine.
December 25, 2017
longing, lost love,
My Forever wasn’t even a second,
Not even a blink of my eye,
As your “beautiful” sped past me today,
Leaving me pondering “Why?”
Why did our eyes reach out to each other,
Why are you inside of my mind,
Why have you taken over my every thought,
Why did you leave me behind.
These thoughts shook my hands today,
We could’ve met for real, however,
These thoughts of you are all I have,
These thoughts are my after Forever.
For John Lawless' Contest "After Forever" written Friday 15th December 2017
Awarded a 3rd place
dream, giving, hope, tribute, uplifting,
if I had only
one message to leave
it would be
to love yourself enough
and in such a way
to make the most
of your many talents
in order to pursue
your every dream
if I had only
one gift to leave you
it would be a magical cloak
to protect your heart and soul
from all disparaging negativity
so you would never veer from
living all your dreams
Submitted on January 13, 2020 for contest STRAND SELECT 11 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Originally posted on December 2, 2018
bereavement, grave, husband, loss, love, memory,
Tapestry of Life
In the still graveyard overlooking San Francisco Bay.
Her husband's young body doth rot and in profound
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
And when she touches it, all the magical love they shared~
still sings in it!
December 28, 2019
Broad strips of land cascading to the sea
Shrouded in an early morning mist
The West Coast’s beauty calls to me
For on this rocky shore, we once kissed
Sweet memories of love that I have missed
December 28, 2019
For Dear Heart’s English Quintain Imagery contest
Dorian Petersen Potter
beautiful, cheer up, courage, life, light, love, smile,
Think of every thing
That you can attain today
Enjoy every dream you can
And make it part of each day
You don't have to be well-known or rich,
To find happiness under the sun,
You can smile now and be happy
Even if there's no one there for you
Celebrate life and appreciate yours,
Each autumn, summer, winter and spring,
Make each and every dream come true,
Remember, you can accomplish it all too
Don't let anything or anyone stand in your way,
Live, laugh and love, with passion and learn each day.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Make, Thy love, reverberate in us with all
Its force, my Lord
Indifferent before the underprivileged we
Remain no more!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 DECEMBER 2014
Terrific charmer,blessed and gifted
Invincible love fulfills his heart
Modesty is a reflection of his beliefs
Super dad and souper spice
Master of words and muses
Incredibly kind to all others
Trustworthy and truthful friend
Heartwarming!His sweet gentility
reaches our soul.
Dedicated to Tim Smith
Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen : )
on the 3rd of December 2014!
nature, weather, wind,
zephyr winds blowing
clouds kiss gently when they meet
romance in the air
Contest: Poetry Writing#1
Sponsor Broken Wings
12th December 2015
I had never written a haiku before joining poetry soup in February 2014. I love the traditional format of 5, 7, 5 syllables and the fact so few words can create such wonderful images in your mind.
Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser
family, feelings, love, relationship, uplifting,
ONE RHYME FAMILY
Sometimes, we are Tom and Jerry or Romeo and Juliet but at one point, we all rhyme.
12:07 pm, December 08,2015
beauty, love, moon,
The moon spoons pieces of jeweled firmament from the universe's dark heart
into her golden bowl, mixes incandescent milk with a cool touch,
then pours it all out on us in tender love, hoping we are ready for such a gift.
December 19, 2016
For Kai Michael Neumann's contest - 'Moon Spoon'
Live every second of every day
Don’t sit back and watch your life fly past
Embrace life; embrace those we love
We never know when it will be our last
27th December 2014
Contest – In the moment sponsored by PD
~awarded 8th place~
journey, life, self,
I drink of Life
Of lavish beauty
Consuming its fragility
I drink of Death
From which I flee
And cheat with immortality
I drink of pain
Its utter grief
And spew out my humanity
I drink of time
Of frozen bliss
And Change’s continuity
I drink of love
And drag it deep
For it is my serenity
© Donna Golden; December 25, 2014