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Poem Details | by Maurice Yvonne |
Categories: break up, celebration, devotion, earth, i love you, i miss you, me,

A Cathartic Weave Of Three

listen, the whispers of leaves turn colour autumn is here. now that you are gone who will wake every morn to lift the sun unveil the sky etch in the clouds who will paint the rainbow? i had a dream and in the dream i wove you a poem i used the fiber of my character to create spools of silken thread dipped in the juices of my passion i dyed them in the colors of my imagination re-enforced each and every single strand with the strength of my love touch, the echoes of the rain - waters - blossoms spring. now that 'us' is just a word no longer with you as one i alone wind up metal toys cut out paper dolls the beach swept from under my feet the child in me flees. spun spools from the intricacy of my spirit designed a pattern to the rhythm of the music of my inner thoughts enamoured in your vision crystal beads gather on my brow as i toil your finely bred gift as i braid every part of me with every memory into every sliver of fabric taste, uncut snow shapes crisp cold ices the wintertide. instead now rusted a fools gold chain of loneliness hangs around my neck like a noose mourns a union that once had breath a twosome that now is dead. see, the sand sculptures paint rekindle a childhood summer past. sew in the loving glow emits my flawless dreams with my boiling blood initial my woven piece my work at an end i awake you lay there a wingless angel asleep smiling as if you heard a bell ring your boundless warmth embraces me the moon no longer smiles the stars no longer wink smell, seasonal airs stimulates senses memories they deliver. without a touch barely - i kiss you. in this my decade of one hope is a wickless candle the night just day without light in the glee, hopes and dreams, in the human spirit, lives the miracle of life. magnificent voices in every pitch deep and resounding, the melody of echoes and whispers – uncut. Jan 4 2017 With Love Armand


Poem Details | by Maurice Yvonne |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, earth, light, love, romance, romantic,

A Tulip Grows Under An Evergreen - Inspired By The Poets At PoetrySoup


A
fine
Parrot Tulip
in vibrant intensities 
with unique undertones
of green acquirable only in a 
few forestsA ruby red swirls within 
its petals beckons awareness of those very 
strokes that live in the lustre of your shapely lips 
like fantasy realizedMirthful yellows in all those lacquers 
barely ever seen as one would scorch their eyes to gaze lastingly 
directly at the Sun - though I have been fortunate to witness identical 
iridescence in strands of your hair you unintentionally flip and like dainty 
fingers wave me on to move closer to your flawless frame - memorized easily.
A 
special 
fuchsia sparingly 
paints the flower they
say exists only in certain 
singular gemstones yet l know
this tincture for I have seen it in your 
cheeks when we play and laughOh your 
laugh how it fills me - replacing noise surfing
the waves of sound in the surrounding atmosphere.
How enchanting when your laughter there - dwells to
tickle molecules invisible to the eyes but felt by the human
heartParrot tulips with their soft myriad shades become stunning 
against a deep black backdrop which shimmers bright like your ebony eyes
Sparkle like your smile and I grin happily just thinking of you, just thinking of us.
A 
pearl
white that also 
adorns the flower a 
special light effect I have
found in your complexion - dazzles
my mind each and every time I see you.
Parrot tulips a miracle of nature, a special
breed I admit are as remarkable as any offering 
that grows in our gardens but rarer still - you the flower 
I share my life withNo one, no thing, no life compares to you,
your approach - for every time I even think of you, the joy it brings
completes the meaning of my existence fullIf not for you no other delight 
would have that extra zest I feel from the sharing of your love and light always.
A
Parrot
tulip oh 
what joy it
bringsHow the flower
draws these words from
meIronic how true allure felt
fills our glass so I thought I'd share
with you how it uplifts my days - knowing
confident in our love as one - you'd never resent
me speaking of an elegance other than yoursSo you may 
know - understand what the fibres of ones constitution compels 
them to writeNow - about a mystique other than the one you sport with
humilityFinally I have written a poem on aesthetics that does not mention you.
A
closing
monologue.
Just above and 
beneath the dirt grows 
riches unimaginableMade to 
be absorbed by senses recognizable 
only by a fewThey are free for the taking.
An appreciation, a love of a natural essence.
A flower, a person, romance you breathe incomparable
to anything real or imagined It alone are the wings we humans 
seek...as real and as precious as all else consumableHow lucky I 
am the magic handed out daily on these pagesThe people I could never
find anywhere else then hereI am in love with their words in love with them.


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April 27 2015
The Gardener




Poem Details | by The Grahamburglar |
Categories: earth, hate, heaven, life, light, love, star,

Fallen Star

I tracked along a silver trail
carved out from Earthly dust
by rays persistent in the dark 
and midnight wanderlust.

It led me to a bubbling fount
of sulfurous mud and tar; 
whereupon I chanced a glimpse
and found a fallen star

An ancient from celestial realms
ensnared terrestrially
dimly glowing in the murk
I heard it sing to me:

Sojourner of the moonlit way
I sense thy beating heart
I’ve travelled from infinity
now hearken ere you part.

You roam upon this infant orb, 
you draw from it thy life, 
but I sense greed and evil scorn
and no land void of strife.

I beg you tell me how it came
that creatures such as thee
have found such hatred in thy souls
to punish endlessly

It’s not so bad, I said out loud
we know of love as well…
as to the fate of mother Earth
I simply can’t foretell.

The ground beneath my weary feet
gave way to empty space
then all around me in the void
I saw the human race.

Starving children, ill and gaunt
were kicked by wing-tipped shoes.
Females ranging every clime
in silence nursed abuse.

In darkness men were plotting war
in light their banners raised
it mattered not which way I looked
some evil met my gaze 

Make it stop, I beg you please!
Why poison thou my mind?
What can I do to stop all this,
is no good left to find?

Sojourner of the moonlit way
I sense thy beating heart
I’ve travelled from infinity
now hearken ere you part.

You roam upon this infant orb, 
you draw from it thy life, 
and though you’re one of many men
love in thy chest is rife.

You must return to whence you came
you must confer abroad
the goodness that within thee burns
seek first to serve the flawed.

Think on the vast expanse of space
so empty, dark and cold…
and how despite the hopeless cause
star-light you still behold.

So too might thou, if you’ll but try
endure this awful plight
for in the vast expanse of hate
love is thy shining light

07/16/15









Poem Details | by David Meade |
Categories: life, light, love,

Egnehenots: Earth and Stone





Egnehenots – of earth and stone

Chief elder – most wise upon the Salisbury Plain
     an old man  loved deeply
     revered father of the land
     wakes before the sunrise
     speaks with a clear wind voice
     it is time retniw ecitslos 

The twelve bow  form together
      three to a side
      lift Otsego – clear water running
      high in the air
      in liturgical movements 
      move across the dark plain
      whitlow grass juniper shrubs wild thyme 
      sweeten the air
      moss laden stones
      soft upon leather-bound feet  

Within the wind
      haunting cries of the stone curlew
      crested newts scramble for cover
      the great bustard cuts the air with powerful wing beats

Ancient burial mounds appear
      a sacred circle of life emergences
      the procession stops  lowers
      Egnehenots steps down, blesses the twelve
      enters the holy inner circle alone

Laying his head against the mighty sarsens
      begins to chant 
      father of the blue stones
      creator of the big sky light 
      upon these rocks I cling for your life
      from sky, to earth let your love flow

On this holy day
      your strength is once again revealed
      wind and rain obey your commands
      days, nights, seasons march to your song 
      how great and mighty is your power

Hear our cries upon the wind
      absorb our tears upon the earth
      our breath upon your mighty rocks
      be now amongst your people
      send forth the sun and rain
      let the earth bring forth its riches
       so that we may dance in your radiance

The sun breaks the horizon
       Sending out shafts of lights 
       streaking across the sky
       clouds turning purple then into shades of reds, oranges 
       a single ray of light strikes forth
       straight as an arrow
       illuminating the altar stone
       connecting slaughter stone 
       and finally the heel stone
              Where 

Where, an old man clings

A loud cheer explodes from the village
Food and wind flow – a celebration

A new year begins - 
Rain clouds appear in the west

Egnehenots – of earth and stone








Love Generously 

David Meade
12/8/2015


Poem Details | by Carole Duet |
Categories: earth, love, stars, sunshine, universe,

When the Universe Shines

Silvery silhouettes shine from the moon On this hallowed night amidst urban glow. Moments like this always fading so soon When east meets west and our energies flow. Watching the stars touch the blackness behind, We discover the universe above, As its light penetrates deep in our minds, So do our hearts open up to its love. The mysteries of the heavens we see. The purity of the light from the sky, The universe shines for you and me With peace and quiet love for you and I. In my west starlight shines down on the earth While in your east sunlight starts a rebirth.
A Collaboration by: White Wolf and Carole Duet Copyright: May 2017 "All Rights Reserved"


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: adventure, allegory, angel, art, baby, beach, beautiful, beauty, child, childhood, confusion, courage, dance, dark, daughter, death, dedication, devotion, dream, fear, flower, freedom, goodbye, grief, hope, life, lost love, love, sorrow, travel, tribute, uplifting, war, water, woman, write, me, earth, me,

Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found


Poem Details | by David Meade |
Categories: love,

Earth Love

wrapped                                warmth
                in                sun
                      sweet
                                   sun 
                                             warmth



                                                           winds
kissed                                        the 
              and                     by
                        caressed 
                                         by  
                                                 the 
                                                           winds 
 

                                                                                      

                                                   us
earth                         beneath
                shakes 
                                 beneath 
                                                   us





Here it is again -- Tradition Style


                              wrapped in sweet sun warmth
                            kissed and caressed by the winds 
                                   earth shakes beneath us






David Meade
Live Generously
11/30/2014


Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: autumn, beauty, earth, emotions, imagery, love, magic,

Dreaming of Nature's Love So Rare

Standing looking across sweeping thoughts and hopes 
alone crying into distant faraway hills and valleys  
dreaming I saw before me a big white puff of smoke 

Drifting low circling from out of chimneys pots high 
slowly moving creeps inner vision dancing with me 
candy floss happily towards the glen sweet aroma scent

Scenting turf fires the nostrils with wild scent upon air as
a sun melting her warm fingers into one's back soothing 
pure in a baby blue clear sky setting, rising high feelings 

Upon a cool caressing Autumn breeze Mother Nature
arrives with songbirds singing sweet clearly with echoes 
and most beautiful tunes carried ever so gently in the air 

Within a quite stillness silently whispers gasp and cry
splitting down the middle a teardrop falls always slowly
in love with this forever dream, and to the end sighs

Standing on the edge of a pretty crystal cool blue pond
while watching the presence of beautiful fairy elves
and their most wonderful laughs and smiles so ever true

Smelling the wonderful aroma of pure mountain air
with that assured feeling the all is fresh, crisp, real
and flowers, plants, and grass talking to one another

Dreaming many perfect dreams of mermaids sitting
grouped in a green water pool at the waterfall’s edge
and sensing their joy, beauty, laughter, and smiles

This is what dreams are made of as we sense and see
most wondrous things and objects of perfect symmetry
as we feel mountain rain and a most delicious soft wind

Mother Nature and her magical world of treasures and
such beauty indeed make all gods of centuries past and
present stand up and applaud graciously our Dreaming One 

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem, 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 20, 2014) 
(Terza Rima in Unrhymed Tercet poetic format)


Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: betrayal, desire, earth, emotions, hate, love, lust,

Remains

Revenge sweet turning with hate
a brother rises striking blows 
landing hits brother in wicked deeds 
evilness within mans own soul

Cruelty crawling inside desires 
suffering greed of nations they plea 
Rise up against nations man at war 
tearing asunder God's creation 
People slowly murdering loveless

Pride a sinful act of violence 
laced with pain destroying pure love 
everything that once stood out housed peace
so fine cut beautiful, good sharing 
caring  free, in this one, big show rolls 

Keeps turning, the wheel of hope 
whom will speak, as we all become part 
of his heavenly dust in the end 
or  burning remains of hell's fire


Poem Details | by Faye Gibson |
Categories: earth, love, moon, mountains,

LIFTING THE FOG

Like milk from blue mountains' swollen breasts, the fog
Intertwines with pungent campfire smoke, a blue mist
Frescoing my quiet river valley's primeval lap.
Twilight tiptoes, surreptitiously, spying on secluded tryst;
Interlaced, grape and honeysuckle canopy overhead,
Noddng blossoms dripping sweet fragrance,
Granting nectared kisses my lips cannot resist.

The blue moon peers through hazy clouds, then turns
Hiding his eyes from lovers unashamed upon the ground;
Emotion rising in his core, he looks again and sadly yearns.

Furtively, he draws foggy blankets o'er us two,
Orchestrating sequestered solitude until
Golden sunlight warms the earth uncov'ring me and you.

Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, July 5, 2014


Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: allegory, beauty, earth, god, love, nature, passion,

An Autumn Portrait of Beauty

An Autumn Portrait of Beauty

On this quite beautiful and most radiant Autumn day,
I marvel at Mother Nature’s smile of silent pulchritude,
As I make a loving glance at such luscious scenery today,
In this country scene—a glorious gift of God’s certitude!

The trees and their fallen amber leaves adorn this Earth,
As a shimmering reflection pervades from a green pond,
Of Nature’s wonder with colors arrayed in a sacred rebirth,
Affirming God’s heavenly promise true and His holy bond!

This view of trees, grass, leaves, and a shadow near the pond,
Captures the glory and grace from God’s colored-palette a true,
That affirms His desire of rendering this beauty from beyond,
And I thank Him from my heart with joy and blessings so true!

Yes, God doth paint this world with such love for all to see,
His Autumn portrait here is of unparalleled artistry and grace,
That I interpret as a heavenly-made moment for all of us to be,
As I reaffirm the beauty of Nature’s gift in this wondrous place!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
November 6, 2015 (Rhyme)

Author’s Note: A special tribute to a former classmate.


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: adventure, appreciation, beauty, earth, imagination, inspirational, love,

Little Glistening Salmon

“Momma… what are those lights up there?” “Those are salmon fish, glistening in the sky…” … She begs to understand your fears, your passions, your pursuits She is down on her knees, and you above Feeling the tears drip from the heavenly precipice… She wants to catch them in her eye And truly… see And she does see….far off…beyond the shade, Beyond every single worry river… Two pairs of eyes across the way Glistening with perception, set upon a face so serene… A warrior stance of their own, the eyes gaze… She is both torn and joyous to meet them, And had she dared to look away, the cares would flee And thoughts would spew faster than the rapids… Where the salmon skid upon the rock… Only to be grabbed and mauled by the world Those eyes reveal a face…a mind so sharp, yet loving Unraveling a heart that could bear the strongest boulders Hurling them higher than the moon… Watch! Little glistening salmon fish floating in space Her giggles would make you smile, The lights in her eyes would melt you and shape you Her and your heart you would both hold so close In almost an innocent embrace Then, suddenly, in that moment, a newness would emerge Something deeper than anyone has ever imagined to feel Not two—but one would understand For one you would become Yet… there are so many questions she longs to ask you So many…yet does she carry those answers? Are they written upon the skies? In the trees…or the bustling breeze? In the small recesses of a child’s imagination? …. “Why do the salmon float in space, Mamma?” Her hand squeezes the child’s palm affectionately… “Because his love for her was so great…that he lifted the greatest, strongest boulders from the creeks…the salmon would skid upon the rocks only to be met by the great paws of the bears…but before they were caught and devoured by the hungry creatures of this world, the Great Warrior with eyes of justice hurled all of them toward the moon just to see her smile… the stars you see…are the fish that are free!”


Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: earth, faith, god, hope, love, rainbow,

The Gift

The skies are cold and grey today
With winds in constant wayward sway.

A melancholy November
Ushers soon a cold December.

A time to contemplate and write
A poet's view filled with insight

Into a world where dreams come true,
Where hopes are high and sorrows few

There dwells that optimistic hope,
A faith instilled to help us cope,

For in today's reality
If not for faith, insanity

Grows like a weed in garden's keep,
Spreads choking and devours our sleep.

What can a lowly poet do
To grace us with a rainbow's hue?

I meditate and bless the Earth
In gratitude of our Lord's birth

And with each serene breath I take
I know of love that won't forsake.

1-4-18
Poem of the Day November 30, 2017
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Poem Details | by Anna-Marie Docherty |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, care, caregiving, character, child, children, creation, earth, family, feelings, friendship, growing up, heart, home, love, meaningful, mom, mother, mother daughter, mother son, mum, my child, my children, nature, poetry, pride, relationship, simile, son, strength, symbolism, together, tribute, true love, trust, truth, write, writing,

A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this allotrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevalent from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths 
roles and qualities of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s


Poem Details | by Roy Jerden |
Categories: day, earth, funny, life, love, satire, work,

Keep It Turnin' to the Right

Oklahoma cowboy, tough coal miner’s son
Born in Henryetta, south of Tulsa some
Raised by daddy’s momma, taught him wrong from right
Daddy taught him ropin’, taught him how to fight
 
Herding made no money, its stock was really down
Mamaw feeling poorly, dad mining at Old Town
December seventeenth, in the year of twenty-nine
Dad was shoring timber, 9th west entry of the mine
 
The gas ignited close to him, he never smelt its breath
It belched out fire and thunder, and everlasting death
Sixty-one they counted, who wouldn’t see the sun
Twenty-five weren't recognized, they buried them as one
 
On that fatal Tuesday, the boy became a man
Had to make a living, had to have a plan
Heard about the oil patch, got a chance to try it
Drill the earth for all she’s worth; keep it turnin' to the right

Some they called him weevil, some they called him worm
Some they wouldn't speak to him, figgered he was just short term
They told him "Open up that vee door; go to get the key
It's in the possum belly, in doghouse number three"

Took his turns at floor hand, at first a little green
Became the fastest broke out hand the driller ever seen
Morning tour, evening tour, working day and night
Drilled the earth for all she's worth, kept it turnin' to the right

The driller called him partner; the pusher called him son
The other roughnecks shook his hand, and took him in as one
Got up on the monkeyboard; learned to spin the chain
Pumped that mud and shed his blood, and worked right through the pain

On a bitter frosty evening tour, in a cold December snow
He saw derricks lit like Christmas trees in distance far below
He saw the fairyland of the refinery, shining through the night
He saw Mother Earth and the universe, all turning to the right

The oil patch was a hard life, moving all the time
But he saved a lot of money, didn't waste a dime
Morning tour, evening tour, working day and night
Drilled the earth for all she's worth, kept it turnin' to the right

Sent his kids to college, working through the years
One became a teacher, the others engineers
He hung up his hardhat; he shed his steel-toed shoes
Then one day he passed away; he'd finally paid his dues

Made it to the Pearly Gates; they handed him his wings
Handed 'em right back to them; said "I don't need these things.
I want to do some drillingThat's my heavenly plan."
They said "Go talk to the Devil then, cause he's the company man."

Old Scratch needed hellfire; he always come up short
Too many politicians and others of that sort
When he heard they had a driller, he jumped up with delight
He danced a jig, "You've got your rigKeep it turnin' to the right."

Now he drills for hellfire; in the derrick he's got Jake
Buck and Sam on the platform; Sonny's on the brake
They all grin like demons; they're all where they belong
Doing what they love to do, they sing their roughneck song

"We all eat caliche and drink the devil's brew
Play dominos with Satan and skunk him at forty-two
Work all day on Sunday and honky-tonk all night
We're oilfield trash and we'll take cash to keep it turnin' to the right

We all love West Texas; it's like the Promised Land
Horny toads and rocky roads, and even dunes of sand
Dust storms every morning, northers every night
We get tans and freeze our cans to keep it turnin' to the right"

The lingo used around the rig you won't hear much in church
It'll curl your hair and make you stare and leave you in the lurch
So close your eyes and realize it's gonna get much worse
Drink your beers and plug your ears; here comes the final verse

"We p*ss longneck Lone Stars; we f*rt Frito pie
Give us ****, and we will spit some Red Man in your eye
Don't **** with us, or we will cuss and bring you to the fight
We're low class, but we kick *** to keep it turning to the right"

8/10/2012
Coal mining, oil drilling and Hell - Doesn't get much darker and deeper...


Poem Details | by Marty Owens |
Categories: inspirationaleaster, earth, love,

Love Thy Brother

L-ove for one another is what we all need.
O-n earth especially with all of the greed.
V=anity of vanities can plant it's own seed.
E-ach one should love as in the Bible we read.

T-he Ten Comandmants tell us to love.
H-ave mercy on us we pray to the Lord above.
Y-et we still don't love, we wear a face glove.

B-ring all your burdens to the cross, we say.
R-easoning that Jesus shed His blood there one day.
O-nly He had the greatest love for mankind, and for their sins did pay.
T-hen after three days in the ground where he lay,
H-e arose from the dead, on earth could not stay.
E-very Easter we celebrate this wondrous Love.
R-emembering Christ and His Love from above.


Poem Details | by Kiran Bantawa |
Categories: autumn, beauty, desire, earth, fantasy, first love, for her, girl, girlfriend, i love you, image, lust, nature, november, october, passion, relationship, romance, teen, teenage,

With you in autumn evening

The sweet songs of birds, We hand in hand across the lawn, Pansies white yellow and violet Tossing their heads in the breeze. Somewhere the sound of falling leaves. The sound of squirrel cracking the walnut. Calm weather warm sun, White fluffy clouds forming different shapes, A passenger flight in the blue sky, Sun born in the horizon and about to fade in the horizon, Both our heartbeats echo inside of chest, Shutting and opening of our lips, Your unkempt hair flying backwards, Yellowish west sky. Heart shaped fig leaf's shadow. If I could stop this world from spinning, I would do so, Just to be with you In this autumn evening.


Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: angel, joy, love,

Earth Angel

"Oh my God how beautiful!"
   exclaimed my four year old
Granddaughter as we drove over
     a small bridge and she saw 
the wash with muddy flowing water.
     I was reminded at that very 
moment how my prayers for an
     enlightened teacher were evident.

Her love spreads out like ripples in
     a lake as her vibrations expand.
The colors in her aura radiate a 
     wisdom from many lifetimes.
An Indigo child filled with compassion,
     when she speaks I listen and learn.
She sees a beauty in me I don't see.
     I see in her an amazing reverent glow.

As we journey through her formative
     years together, far faster than I desire,
I watch her contentment grow along with
     her uninhibited vivid imagination.
It is indiscernible who is raising whom.
    Her joy of living predicates why she's here,
why she has returned to another earthlife.
     She is an earth angel and my blessing!

© Connie Marcum Wong


Poem Details | by Linda-Marie SweetHeart |
Categories: christmas, earth, holiday, love,

Christmas Reflections

"Christmas Reflections" One starry night while the Moon was bright a tiny Baby came and Angels sang and Glorias rang for Jesus was His Name, December cold story foretold a special Child was born soon all the Earth would know its worth upon this Christmas morn. White snow was falling Wise Men were calling to visit the newborn King, followed a Star in the distance far three gifts of love to bring. green trees were laced by icicles draped to the stable where He lay animals bowed in voices loud to welcome salvation's way. As carols chimed and midnight timed the family gathered near calm candlelight did hearts ignite feeling intense good cheer, a magic scene, sweet and serene, has lived throughout the ages for essence of real Christmas love is written in God's Pages. A holiday when all can pray and come together in love in atmosphere of decorative cheer and blessings from above, reflections shine at Christmastime embracing souls and hearts as merry-making and tender aching for God's love and brand new starts. Red candy canes grace window panes but treasures lie inside tinsel on trees and golden leaves the Light inside abides, this joyous Season sparks the Reason Earth now celebrates lives soon lift for the greatest gift all Earth anticipates *For Nathan's Christmas Contest


Poem Details | by David Smalling |
Categories: happiness, hope, loveme, beauty, beauty, earth, garden, love, me, morning, rainbow,

Ode to Joy

Like morning light break forth of eastern skies
And astound with beauty the waking eyes
So did my heart before you rose to praise
A seraph in the nectar of flesh, May's
Brightest bloom in the garden of gladness
The purest form of earth's bare loveliness.
To you, O joy, O let me sing
Let me tell of love first coming.

Cho.
Awake the woodland choir for my song
Awake the primal hour of spring's soft throng
Awake the lark not yet on wing
Awake the world, an anthem bring
Of praise, of praise to beauty, praise
To the sweet rainbow of our days

Sweet fragments make the rainbow bloom aloft
Light splintered is yet in beauty so soft
And whole, the healing balm of my parched soul
Each little wonder a stair a bright stair
A garden of glory on heaven's scroll
I climb to suck the breast of worship here
I seek your worth and find God there
Uplifting me from mortal care

Inside the tabernacle of the soul
Wild and dusty, the dry harmattans roll
And every tender tree gasping for rain
Beheld sapphire arid sky and pray in vain
The pearly cumulus would sable turn
Where on the eye pivots the graceful tern
And then so suddenly you came
The phoenix of another name

Too deaf the deft pianist fingers toll
His litany your virtue to extol
You the image's bone transformed, transcend
All that desire loves and love declares right
Eden's broken wings yet make praise ascend
As prayers in the fluid light, a flight
Of rapture, leaving silent stars
And earth's tumult to jealous wars

Nothing but you, and you alone exist
O sacred symphony of heaven's bliss
And all earth shambles fore you fall again
To rise in your glory a better tale
The joy of beggining the end of pain
Lighthouse eternal, love that cannot fail
Sweet still the night aglow parades
Yet star like flowers morning fades  

Morning melted into mist, grass perspired
In the cool, leaves transpired droplets of bliss
The rainbow my thoughts like heaven attired
Beauty its providence hasten to kiss
Time had divinity at its leafed door
And seas and rivers in long triumph roar
The rhythm of earth so to begin
To break the carnal rule of sin.


Poem Details | by Sean Kelly |
Categories: love

Spaces .... The Earth Moved .....

You flashed that smile at me 



So , how was it for you ??


Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beach, beautiful, blessing, boyfriend, break up, culture, cute love, dedication, deep, desire, destiny, devotion, earth, environment, freedom, happiness, happy, heart, humanity, innocence, kiss, lost love, love, love hurts, miss you, missing, missing you, motivation, ocean, passion, peace, planet, poetry, relationship, romance, romantic, senses, sensual, silence, soulmate, spiritual, symbolism, uplifting,

Beach

is it the wave kissing the sand 
or is it the ocean
- deep from her heart
sometimes gently,
often hard,
but always with passion?

is it the sand kissing back
or is it the land
- happily losing ground 
with every kiss
to his eternal mistress,
the occupant of his soul?

is it this poem touching your heart
or is it our souls
- hugging each other
on a sandy beach,
wide and infinite,
day in and day out?




Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: allegory, earth, god, inspiration, light, love, symbolism,

My wish for you

My wish for you

Whenever I see you in the midst
of the struggle of life 
dealing everyday 
with issues, problems, and affairs;
I wish you could see yourself
the way God would see you:
The bright light in the middle
of Earth’s life struggle—
bright, shining, and brave.

My wish for you would be
you could feel one time
the love that God has for you:
His love for you as a bright and brave soul,
that God sparkle he created
in the best of all moments of creation;
the perfect time to bring a soul into life
to fulfill its mission here on Earth;
to bring love and light into brightness there.

Gary Bateman and Ingrid Krukenberg-Bateman
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
April 22, 2017 (Free Verse)


Poem Details | by L. M. K. |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, earth, love,

Crushed Earth

I don't have to be
your ocean,
your sky,
your moon and stars and sun.

Just let me be the ground that carries your weight,
every move you make rearranges me.

Let me be the earth that is crushed with your heaviness,
all your steps marking over my flaws.

Please let me be honored by bearing the burden of the beauty that is you,
because in that gift I become the most beautiful me.


Poem Details | by Gregory Golden |
Categories: imagery, imagination, love,

Love Has Everything Upon This Earth

love has everything 
upon this earth
that 
live and breathe 
this quiet place
why do we question her
let it be 
the 
voice of reason known
that 
shelters all of us
let hearts 
surrender to this quest 
nor
do we walk away 
from 
true love and happiness
yet 
lovers fall in love 
to quench their thirsty souls
oh love has everything 
upon this earth


Poem Details | by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories: faith, on writing and words, wargod, world, peace, earth, god, love, magic, peace,

Until Then

Until Then
   
Dawn has arrived and I hardly knew it.
Sitting and writing, I thought right through it.
Feelings about God and the need for peace,
Obsessed my soul, brought hope; pure love released.

I wish that I could wave a magic wand.
And bring to all mankind a loving bond.
Causing the world to find that peace filled place.
Where thoughts of wealth and greed will be displaced.

Alas, my heart takes flight away from fate.
And binds itself to peacefulness this date.
To fantasies of kingdoms far away
Where leaders feel my thoughts and start to pray.

I dream the most miraculous of all.
Begins when they upon their knees do fall.
Then, pray to deity that rules their soul
And find that God by many names is called.

Then soon, love sparkles-- works its magic lull.
Evil thoughts and hatred vanish, null.
Peace and adoration upon men fall.
Oh, gift from God in heaven to us all

Peace upon the earth sings, knowing at last.
That only by forgiving evils past--
And putting down war arms by trusting God.
Righteous love can procure the earth we trod.

But, only man, with God can win this race.
When death by wars does retribution face.
And cause the world to find that peace filled place.
Where thoughts of wealth and greed have been displaced.

Around the world when evil has been ceased.
The earth will live a thousand years of peace.
Until then, sadness will greet each new dawn.
And soldiers who survive will be war’s pawn….

© Dane Smith-Johnsen 11-12-09


Poem Details | by Ravindra K Kapoor |
Categories: life, love, musicbeautiful, lost, beauty, voice, heaven, beautiful, beauty, boat, day, earth, heaven, lost, love, river, voice,

The Boatmans Song 1/ Many

1/ To be continued in many parts

It was a different era and it’s a different story
Of a boatman and his enchanting melodies 
An Apsara* falling in love with that boatman 
But the boatman having a different love story  

The boatman used to carry simple villagers 
From one bank of the river, to its other bank everyday
While moving his boat on the river  
He used to sing those heart touching stories 

His voice in itself was a melody 
Bestowed on him by the Goddess Saraswati*
And his love songs were the songs of true love stories
Sung by the boatman, in full throated ease and beauty
While oaring his boat in the river side stream
Flowing between a Jungle, on one bank side of the river
And long sand dunes spreading  
All over the other non ending side of the river Ganges

Charmed by boatman’s voice and songs
And charmed by the beauty of the enchanting Jungles* 
Spread all along the one side bank of the calmly flowing river Ganges
His passengers used to get lost in the melodies of his songs
So long as his boat was moving from the sand bank of the river stream 
To its Jungle end every time the boatman carries some passengers

One day the echoes of his melodies crossed 
The airy levels of earth and started flowing
Like a soothing cool breeze, even in heaven
And charmed all the heavenly bodies in the court of Indra*
He listened them almost spellbound and became enchanted 
By the echoes of those unheard melodies of the boatman

Urveshi* who was a crown beauty among the Apsaras* of Indra* 
And was much more than, beautiful and charming
Among all the Apsaras of heaven, found her lost in hearing
The echoes of those love songs sung by the boatman 

Urvasi found one day after hearing those echoes 
That she was in love with them and became restless 
To hear the real songs of the boatman, while sitting before him
In his boat in the river Ganges on earth 

Urveshi asked the Lord of Heaven Indra*
If she can go to earth to hear the songs of the boatman
As the echoes of his songs had made her restless beyond imagination
She found that even she can not enjoy the heavenly pleasures
Till she quenches her thirst of listening the melodies 
Of that boatman, he was singing on earth


Ravindra
	
Kanpur India 4th January 2010

* Apsara=   A Nymph dancer of heaven in the court of Indra as per Hindu Mythology 
* Indra=   The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi=   One of the most beautiful Apsaras (nymph) of Indra 
* Saraswati = Goddess of knowledge, music & arts as per Hindu mythology
* Jungle =  Forest


Poem Details | by Ingrid Showalter Swift |
Categories: beauty, death, earth, love, prayer,

Earth Our Blessed Earth

O the sunset...the sunset...the carnelian sunsets
how I long to hold them in my hand...so when you are blue...so blue
so deep dark blue...you can come to me 
I will open my hand and you can wonder...wonder...wide open wonder
at Xanthe yellows and amber golds streaming from my palm...my palm...my humble palm 
and you will become immortal 
O if only I could keep you there...you...only you
swathed in light and warmth
safe...sound...close to me forever
You who I am lost to...over a thousand vessel-ed seas
O how l long for the sea...the sea...the sparkling sea
in it's emerald greens and topaz hues 
in it's passions and powers and motion
I long to place it in my heart...my heart...my a thousand times broken heart
so the pieces can wash away and my essence can float free into the wind...
the wind...the wild whipping winds that billow the sheets hung in your yard 
and whisper wild to the my inner demons 
washing them away with the rain...the rain...the falling rain 
that fell and fell and fell again 
keeping you from my door...O my door...that blessed door 
that opened to your face one cold crisp morn...so blessed by God
O my God...my God...my gorgeous God! 
if only I could hold your essence in my mind 
that I would not get lost so often in the wretched forest of thoughts and shadows
my shadows..my small and tall...wide and slanting shadows 
if only I could rope you and keep you tamed...so the things that hide 
behind and within you
can not escape and create in me...the darkness...the darkness...the black coal darkness that chases me down alleyways of night and slivered moon...O moon...my beautiful mindful midnight moon...my crescent and full moon
O if only to swing with you round and round and round the earth 
and cast a glorious shine upon everyone...upon every single child who needs love 
O my love..my love....my eternal love 
if only I could sprinkle you like confetti...upon the earth 
and ease the pain I would...I would...upon my life I would
O life...the very thing life...the breathe that enters that which wasn't and so then is
O if only you did not flee so quickly by but could be cradled away from death
Death....O death...O damnedable death!
if only you were not so draped in confession that I must pray
I pray...O how I pray that the vastness...the vastness...the great and cosmic-ian vastness beyond 
is more splendid still than Earth...our Earth...our wondrous 
perfect hungry sad beaten tarnished dirtied Earth...
O MY EARTH...how I love you!


Poem Details | by Sidney Hall Mad Poet |
Categories: funnypeople, change, earth, love, people, sun,

A theoretical assumption into the causation of Earth's rotation

1000 miles per hour scientists have calculated the Earth’s rotation
And 25000 miles in 24 hours according to their quotation
They say it is the distance from the sun qualifies their concession
But it is the facts that they failed to mention

The fact in the matter is, it is not gravity, the sun or the moon
So I thought I will break it down so you can see the big picture soon
And those scientific theories are fallible and can be popped like a balloon
Then you can stop watching the Discovery channel and watch a Disney cartoon

In order to deliver the facts I will change from monorhyme
This will give you the information in digestible nuggets in time

Here we go:

Fact: we know that love makes the world go round
Just enough to stop you flying off the ground
According to my calculations, there are 380000 people making love every second
Wait a minute, just in case I am beckoned

22800000 in a minute, 1368000000 in an hour and 32832000000 in a day.
That’s a lot of people indulging in naughty play
Therefore each person generates 3045808967 gigawatts of negative energy
Calculate it yourself and if I’m wrong I’ll change my name to Cenergy.
The negative energy is what repels us from the sun 
This is not generated from the up and down of underwear of everyone
If we quit the Earth will stop spinning 
And this may mean we’ll come out winning
For we won’t die or age in years
We’ll never be made redundant due to someone younger taking our careers

You can borrow money and go in debt
And never pay it off if you take it over a year I guarantee the bet.
For if we stop love, time will stand still
And to get it moving again would need the love pill

So from me and Captain Morgan, we say good night
Tomorrow how the earth got it’s crust we will write.
So say good night to this drunken plumber
And by the way, if we stop the sun will suck us in and that’s a bummer

Good night


Poem Details | by Arturo Michael |
Categories: creation, inspiration, inspirational, love, peace, spiritual, world,

Peace and Goodwill on Earth

There’s a gentle knock
On the doors of creation
All around the world

The Universe is sending out 
A message of peace
To every boy and girl

Lift up your hearts 
A change is coming soon
The ascension will bring light 
Where darkness once ruled

Put a smile on your face 
There’ll be happier days
All the gray ones
Will soon be gone away

It’s going to be One Love 
All over the Nations
One love
With Positive Vibrations
One Love
A message from the Federation
Let Peace and Goodwill 
Reign upon the Earth