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Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: beautiful, desire, imagination, soulmate, visionary,

Laminated Love

LAMINATED LOVE

Frozen flames pressed 
between each page; 
suddenly, I felt each passing note.
The painting on the wall began to breathe	
gently the same colors repeated life
I was so close; I felt every vibration 
and there underneath the gloom, 
the roof let in the luminance of the moon.	
A memory unfolded while I held your hand,	
repainting our years, a devoted love
at the heart of everythingSteam is drawn 
from our handsThe canvas, 
the beautiful canvas, tied by solid green-gold.
Flames-brushed each wall as ageing you and I.	
In perfect harmonyTOGETHER 

1-06-2016


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: beauty, introspection, love, sad, science, universe,

The Camp of the Dead Children

Emily of three years
Leukemia eating her soul
Her bald head, made her smile wider
Please mummy do not cry
I will hug you even after I die

Tommy of five years
Bone cancer eating his limbs
Unable to walk, this beautiful mind
Absorbed any book like it was fine wine
He kissed his Daddy, and said all will be fine

Lena a sweet young lady of seven
Preparing her bed, for her voyage to heaven
Her little liver refused to function
Her spirit however could not be shrunken
She smiled beyond her years, I love you mummy daddy

Jacob of six, suffered from irony
Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease was to be his downfall
His hockey days were all but over
His favorite stick he gave to little brother
He said I love you, so don’t you too suffer

Raquel was all of four and one half years old
Menkes Disease was very soon to take hold
Her sad blue eyes expressed her fate
She knew the lord was waiting, staying up late
Her tears were for all those she was leaving behind

Jimmy was a young lad of only eight
With burns all over his body, death his only fate
His family hovered over his last moments here
As a plentitude of love gazed up to mum
His life fluttered away, he knew he was done

Emily, Tommy, Lena, Jacob, Raquel and Jimmy
All suffered and taken before their time
All of them far wiser than their childhood years
All of them sad for all their families tears
The heavens of the universe, seem so fickle and unkind


Why, why why, as my heart comprehends not at all this time

The camp of dead children, killed me as well

Yet they were survivors and filled with eternal love

Why why why, as I can only cry


Quantum entanglement
Inside the human conscientiousness
Schroeder’s cat, has been freed at last
Multi universe, exposing heads and tails


It’s the last ecstatic day of the Olympics
The spectators are in awe
Anticipation is hanging in the air
As the best, most fit, most disciplined
Of young men and woman are set to compete....
The finest of human specimens in both body and mind

The starter raises his pistol
The Big Bang
The race of life is on

The families of the triumphant winners jump for joy
Mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters
Clapping and cheering, years of dedication
Are seen on the smiles of these young ones

On to the podium does the team step
They stare out proud and filled with joy
Gold medals placed over their shoulders one by one
Emily, Tommy, Lena, Jacob, Raquel and Jimmy
They have won!

Somehow, deep within, they know, they have won


Poem Details | by Michael Jordan |
Categories: death, family, health, history, life, loss, lost love, love, natural disasters

Black Sunday {Personification in Couplet form}

I was as high as the eyes could see
A giant dark cloud of pure misery

I seemed to roll as one with the wind
A giant black wall that had no end

I stripped the land and left it bare
Of the lives I destroyed, I didn’t care

Those who stayed I covered in dust
As their children died I broke their trust

From my hell many families did flee
Left to wander homeless in misery

I changed the word these words are true 
Black Sunday brought darkness on you


I didn't see any direct link but just goggle
pictures of the dust bowl and you will see
what i have written for Brian's Contest.
The Dust Bowl - Alexandre Hogue - 1937


Poem Details | by Brian Strand |
Categories: art, lost love

NATURAL GARLANDS

Her innocence in daisy plaits ,displayed
Such naievty was so soon betrayed,
Touching romance' nettle brought much pain
When discarded,by his disdain,
Tears welled upon her pillow,
Forsaken love long wears the willow-
A broken heart,no words could save,
Death's red poppy,petals her grave.

Inspired by Ophelia by John Everett Millais


http://www.tate.org.uk/servlet/ViewWork?workid=9506


Poem Details | by Brian Strand |
Categories: art, love, people

CLASHING SYMBOLS

With
caress
and cuddles-
the drama of
love
in glided
mosaic
of silver and
gold

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Kiss_(Klimt_painting)
NOTE
I thought this might be an appropriate sequel to my poem and Christie's original inspiration.


Poem Details | by Elaine George |
Categories: love

A Prince

There in the midst
Of those ashes I see
A flame of humanity
Burning so brightly 
Fuelled by love
There on bended knee
The fireman 
Who risked his
Life to save
A dog and her
Five babies
Is Knighted a Prince
With a grateful lick
Given
So tenderly 

For:  Joyce Johnson’s contest - Doggy Gratitude
Inspired by the picture

Awarded:  First Place


Poem Details | by iolanda Scripca |
Categories: life, lost love, time

A Love I Can't Forget (from a man's perspective)

Her foreign ways of doing little things
Surround my memory and dreams
Her mouth - a poem in itself
and grace without compare
I walk in rain under that window
I hear her voice calling my name
- a song of crystals in the wind 
but shattered as I wake...
Her figure walks in front of me
I can't believe and run...
A dark mirage with other woman's eyes
Gives  chills along my spine...
Her foreign ways of showing love
Would melt the toughest man
She taught me how to laugh and cry
With tears of joy and sorrow...

                   *                  
It's winter now and I am gray
The house is cold and empty
The fire logs recall my past
And every flame sparkle a song
About a love I can't forget...

www.scripca.com

http://www.gustavcaillebotte.org/A-Young-Man-At-His-Window.html 
 


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, beauty, blessing, dream, girl, love, writing,

Her Longing Heart Seeks Love's Relief

Her Longing Heart Seeks Love's Relief	
  
         Pretty young lady, my how you steal the show 
how many admiring eyes look back at you? 
Perhaps a secret admirer is gazing back you know  
longing to be in your private booth too
        With that handy fan hiding your shy smiles 
you're features are an enticing mystery.
Clever use of your female charms or wiles 
denying him such an early discovery

What of the high stage, you alone dare grace, 
could your setting look more like a throne, 
or your beauty reveal more of a loving face, 
while desiring you, should he walk out alone? 

Alas! Society restricts such daring bold acts
Yet, a longing mind can always find some way,  
to defeat the prudish rules society enacts  
she's sure there's time to steal away to kiss and play!

Robert JLindley, 1- 10-2016

Painting number six
Poem number six,  Ekphrasis (rhyme)
Inspired by- the painting
(Theater, by Mary Cassatte 1879)
Debbie Guzzi's 10 for 10 challenge
Ekphrastic: Writing on Art and Art on Writing  [this site ACCEPTS reprints] http://www.ekphrastic.net/submissions.html


Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: family, love,

Love Will Triumph

Songlike, melodious was her voice
Awestruck was he with her gentle beauty
In her love alone he could rejoice
Forgetting about his gentleman's duty

Dramatic was the scene when her father
Swiftly appeared, vivid his displeasure
Brave young man who held it altogether
His strength of character one could treasure

Mother lovely gentle emissary
But father stands huge, angry protective
Will mom's love restrain the adversary
Will her people skills be most effective

Love will triumph, youth will win his gold prize
Father will give to him his daughter as bride  

Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Contest: Charles Haigh Wood
Written: August 31, 2013


Poem Details | by Benjamin Amsden |
Categories: love, nature

Bed's Spring

I am the dawning man                        
The waking limb                                    
An unbowed willow                      

You are the dusken girl
The tangled sheet     
A dewed down meadow

We are sown seeds
Folded into the earth
Whose roots weave
And cannot be unpicked

We are green leaves
Laced with silk
In whose curl
Transformation sleeps

We are a chrysalis!

Love seen in a Rorschach!

A dog eared page of poetry
That is sealed with glue



Poem Details | by Harley White |
Categories: allusion, heart, inspiration, love, stars, wisdom, world,

Empyreal Heart and Soul


O Nebulae of Heart and Soul!
In infrared portrayal WISE,
your colors grace the stellar skies.
Have you a core celestial role?

Supernal presences you seem
that steal one’s fancy unawares,
far-off from earthly human cares,
inspiring a soulful dream.

Does music of the spheres resound
in utterness of heavens’ art
to beating of a boundless heart
we seldom hear here on the ground?

You bring to mind the vintage song,
where lovers fell in love and kissed
one magic night in moonlit mist—
 a classic tune, still going strong.

Six thousand light-years from our Earth
is where you two evince your charm—
part of Perseus’ spiral arm—
in cosmic womb for starry birth.

That limb is in our Milky Way.
Cassiopeia holds the Soul
east of the Heart, to make the whole
of the mosaic on display.

Your archetypal names evoke
Cupid and Psyche myths of old,
tales allegorical untold,
poetic visions you awoke.

In concert you’re a perfect pair.
Befittingly you reign on high.
Lest we forget wherefore and why,
our true humanity is there!


 ~ Harley White

< June, 2015 >



Inspiration for the poem came from the image and article “Heart and Soul”..at [www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/WISE/multimedia/wiseimage20100524.html]

[The Heart and Soul Nebulae are seen in this infrared mosaic from NASA's Wide-field Infrared Survey Explorer, or WISEAll four infrared detectors aboard WISE were used to make this imageColor is representational: blue and cyan represent infrared light at wavelengths of 3.4 and 4.6 microns, which is dominated by light from starsGreen and red represent light at 12 and 22 microns, which is mostly light from warm dust.]


Poem Details | by Niki Lekkas |
Categories: confusion, lost love

A Night On The Town

We drive and we sit and we think-talk
And talk-think
The wind blows words out of our mouths before we can
And through our satanic smoke rings
We see:
A small section of the Athenian catastrophe.
Unfolding with the falsely spreading lights…
Our microcosm
(Our safe-house)

You roll the windows up 
And the top down
And we cloud gaze..
Out cocoon of heat is a shelter
From everything we are,
And everything we are scared to be...

Only a short while now.

Our cigarettes will run out, 
And we will too
Disperse
Back home?
Eyelash wishes won’t save anything now…
You’ll never understand
Naïve little boy.


Poem Details | by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories: artbeauty, beauty, poets, perspective,

The Love of Visual Art!

The Love of Visual Art! 
     By the poets listed after the poem
 
The beauty born in every stroke he makes.
The master's golden touch paint emulates.
 
His colours and textures in crafting eye,
His mind in picture, fresh canvas applied.
 
He paints directly through sharp perspective
A gift to viewers is his objective
 
Inspired heart bleeds a deeper shade of red
This snapshot of his soul, on canvas bled.
 
No food or water when he really grooves
Like when planets collide, his paintbrush moves
 
Absorbed expression seeing over hues
Emotion beats in yellow, green, or blue.
 
Hints of the Master in soft undertones,
Emphasized brush strokes; Thy beauty is honed.
 
Listening to music, painting his heart
His work speaks well of him as they depart  
 
A vision he had, his talents to give
His painting a treasure, forever to live

Joy unsurpassed, both taken and given.
Gifts that hands learned, oh, Master in heaven.



CONTRIBUTING POETS ( in Alphabetical Order)
Carolyn Devonshire, Yoni Dvorkis, James Fraser, James Marshall Goff, Abe Lopez, Raul 
Moreno, Ruben 
Ortellao, Carrie Richards, Dane Smith-Johnsen


Poem Details | by christine antypas |
Categories: allegory, introspection, life, love, peace, philosophy, seasons,

When the Lilacs Bloom

When the Lilacs Bloom
there comes a Time
When little girls Glance
and little boys Giggle
When Hearts open Wide
and Welcome in Fools
And Big, Strong men 
tell weak little Lies
And tiny, sweet Women
Feign Loving Smiles
all the while
Knowing--
but Avoiding the Truth
It is a Time of Discovery—
When the Lilacs Bloom

When the Lilacs Bloom
there is Love in the air
There is Beauty surrounding
And Birds everywhere
Let the Delicate aroma
Whisper along the Breeze
Enticing each Nostril—
Encouraging a sneeze
Many Secrets are embedded--
sealed inside each Breath 
of fresh Sweetness
and within the Petal
of each miniature Lavender Star
Never to be Revealed--
When the Lilacs Bloom


Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: art, hope, love, passion

An Intimate Craving Of A Masterpiece

Portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer 1   

(part one) 


Generous expanses of gold and silver 
thy lady ''Adele'' sing your song of a fleeting love
ornate thy garb of eligence worn in a celestial dream
eyes of thy suspect float thy gown searching in disarray
overlapping hands guard a heart of unknowing passion
a calm hope bleeds a woman of intrigue and of lust....


A Painting by Gustav Klimt






Poem Details | by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories: love,

Waiting On Love

What is this meeting of the minds?
Our callow Sarah’s been seduced.
Love must triumph
an heir in fact is introduced.

What is this meeting of the minds
while Sarah sits in shame?
It is not love!
I will not risk this life with him.

What is this meeting of the minds?
So wait I must.
And wait I will,
in time, perhaps, love will become.

Love Will Triumph
a  painting by Charles Haigh Wood
http://www.artnet.com/artists/charles-haigh-wood/love-will-triumph-V1MNNn9G40lY6aWV4wb5Ig2


Poem Details | by Brian Strand |
Categories: art, lost love, people

vignette-ALLOS MARKAR *

Passion buried like a stone
When Alma left Oskar alone;
Their anagram she was to unpick
Leaving him bereft,lovesick..alack
His studio & life,painted..black on black

*anagram of their Christian names & title to Oskar's famous poem he dedicated to his love 
Alma Mahler.

http://www.thecityreview.com/kokosch.html




Poem Details | by Jeanette Jones |
Categories: cute love, dance, love, passion,

THE A CAPELLA PIRATE by based on Portrait No 6, Theater by Mary Cassate 1879

THE A CAPELLA PIRATE by Jeanette Jones 
based on Portrait No 6, Theater by Mary Cassate 1879 



THE A CAPELLA PIRATE

Be it Pirates of Penzance or H.M.S Pinafore, 
it never really matters

His bombastic swaying of her in 
his arms, always convinces 
his crowd of his charismatic charms.
 
His licentious embrace and his 
liquescent voice envelopes all

The ruffles on his blouse, I image them, 
the ruffles on my face
It is only the ruffles from the fan 
in my gloved hand
As the orchestra peaks at Sullivan’s 
instructions, his audience leaps 
to their feet

Not me
I’m waiting for the music to cease.
 
I sit patiently within the darkness; 
our eyes finally meet.
 
Pandemonium treachery is evaded as 
the music ceases; 
he serenades me 
a cappella


Poem Details | by Katherine Stella |
Categories: adventure, daughter, dedication, education, faith, family, children, happiness, imagination, inspirational, introspection, life, love, passion, people, philosophy, uplifting, visionary

Boy Is She Smart {Ekphrasis}

young
lasse
educates
mind body soul
through
mass
reading
from her small
bible study
book 



Poem Details | by Jeralynn Clark |
Categories: introspectionpain, light, life, light, love, passion,

Ode to Michelangelo's " The Deposition"

Ode to Michelangelo’s  “The Deposition”

O divine light
You have cast shadows upon the eyes of Him
And they have warranted His blood.
His hands maimed from hate or duty
His fingers curl from wretched pain.
I who have Loved Him
Carry His burden it is not heavy.
Love has no weight
Love sees divine
Do we hide our sorrow
Do we hide from those
Who are the shadows?
I see wounds of flesh
Cast deep in darkness 
Cast deep into the stone soul of man.
I long to breathe life where life no more breathes
I mourn our loss
The city himself grieves in pain and suffering
and carries the body
with those who recognize
the pain of the earth.
We have dined and beheld
We have listened and followed
Yet disgraced by jealous power
This lifeless lamb
Has paid the price.

SACRIFICE! Oh great sacrifice.
How could Your Light sacrifice and 
For what?
For Who?
Why?
O Love Divine
I SEEK Your Eyes
To understand this blight
To All Mankind.

Our arms cry
Our hearts faint
And who are we
To Love this man.
To see this Light Divine.
To wrap His wounds and bathe in Love
To feel his flesh so torn.
His Passion stole
By shadows.
His head a lighted Crown.
O Son of Thine Light
He will live on
The story we will tell.
Our silent stone froze in time
Redeems beyond All Hell.
Our pain is set and passion spells
Carved in every line.
Our humbled hoods 
Our weakened hands
Yet firm in Thy belief.
Stand in the light
And see it move
Across the face of Thine.
It chases shadows,
Creates a Crown,
O Great Light Divine.


Jeralynn BClark






Poem Details | by Louis Borgo |
Categories: art, love,

Time Keeper

I understand all perpetration seems to be a distraction seems

To hold the galaxy like a black hold to a gamble 

Words that meet to be re sight is like a cannon with out fire let it ignite

And for ever night that re sight for light light conversation

Night when sleep was not a resort but a comp ermines

Like a motion to order seem and opportunity pose oppression

I’m not the last the notice violence upto the knees of vengeance

I guess it is the way of the word who am I to speak about

I guess time run low on every one time belt

But like a car to motion let me get over the hurdle 

Suggestion in the world it most more going on in the world

So why be silent 

Death is going come with or with out our

Conceit walls to pavement oxygen left to half of lung 

but I’m still breathing for what reason is renounce 
  
Dark past worst then cancer stick appease the smell like hawk to vomit

And the smoke and whistle letting one know 

That the hurt behind the pain is more then words

Words left to a note to a tree with symbolic letters carve to a tree.


Poem Details | by Danetta Barney |
Categories: emotions, heartbreak, love,

Fragile

Painting #6  Theater by Mary Cassatte 1879 

Fragile 

Captivated, alive, 
every ounce of her being, 
coming to life, every delicate 
emotion danced

Every mastered note romanced 
her deeply, a love affair long-lasting 
dare not end tonight, dare not 
bow as the curtain closes 
hiding from her 
fluttering heart

Sounding off as the drumbeat 
fades into the dressing room, 
reveal your faceShe beckons 
her love as the 
curtain remains 
closed


Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: love

Twilight

a novel of love......
two souls mingle at twilight -
a soft traced portrait 




Poem Details | by Danetta Barney |
Categories: beauty, love, mother daughter,

Her Red Apron

Painting #8
L'Enfant au Tablier Rouge, 1886 by Berthe Morisot

Her Red Apron

Tied to your apron strings 
she wandered, wondered 
wondrous things 
about the snow 
covered trees

Put your mind at ease 
now, once and for all
Her young mind 
is colorful and curious, 
more privileged than most, 
spoiled but respectful 
and courteous as 
a little princess 
in fairy tale land.

She will dream 
unlike your dreams 
for her, but her own

She shall flourish 
in time, her red apron 
reflecting the color 
of her love 
for you.



Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: beauty, betrayal, longing, love,

True Love Finds Appeal


And to you Sir Shakespeare As if to lend an ear A twisted brilliance unwinding A loving agony reveal To cry of simple pleas This weakened love of fear Climbing from the broken torment Amid a smoking mirror I read each line of beauty Upon truth of lies conceal Though pain conflicting moments True love finds appeal


Poem Details | by john loving iii |
Categories: love,

automated

A dozen roses automatically proposes.


Poem Details | by Brian Strand |
Categories: love

Another demi sonnet

Come fluttering words,come drifting words to me
A SYMBOL OF LOVE
ah,yes
he loves me still,
such compliments...
these flowers,thrill,
The aroma of love
lingers in his heart

never, now to depart

Brian Strand July 16 WHAT IS SHE THINKING contest

WATERHOUSE PAINTING the shrine


Poem Details | by Louis Borgo |
Categories: art, love,

Battle Aura

Solitude en gravy victory sanctuary among the carrier left with wind,

If the soul of a man is in bark on a destiny what shall it found,

Immortal is verdict to pause lack of words insecurity whole of fragment of word,

Let true expression detail meaning,

Ruth beneath a tone will power,

Ruth against stone raise such limit engage,

Sanctuary of forbidden howls define sound,

Ring the bell of Saturn and wave good bye,

Enhance the vision to change the vision,

Can you see a man soul by a glaze or whistle, 

Grim of night passion ignite,  

Battle Aura hand fully of glory.,


Poem Details | by noura ahmed |
Categories: artme, night, love, me, night, daffodils,

Shadows

Shadows on the hills  
Sketch the trees and the daffodils  
Catch the breeze and the winter chills  
In colors on the snowy linen land 

Now I understand  
What you tried to say to me  
And how you suffered for your sanity  
And how you tried to set them free  
They would not listen, they did not know how  
Perhaps they'll listen now 

Starry, starry night  
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze  
Swirling clouds and violet haze  
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue 

Colors changing hue  
Morning fields of amber grain  
Weathered faces lined in pain  
Are soothed beneath the artists' loving hand 

Now I understand  
What you tried to say to me  
And how you suffered for your sanity  
And how you tried to set them free  
They would not listen, they did not know how  
Perhaps they'll listen now 

For they could not love you  
But still your love was true  
And when no hope was left in sight 
On that starry, starry night  
You took your life as lovers often do  
But I could have told you Vincent  
This world was never meant 
For one as beautiful as you 

Like the strangers that you've met  
The ragged men in ragged clothes  
The silver thorn and bloody rose  
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow 

Now I think I know  
What you tried to say to me  
And how you suffered for your sanity  
And how you tried to set them free  
They would not listen, they're not listening still  
Perhaps they never will.


Poem Details | by Panagiota Zaloni |
Categories: love,

Poems' collection

POEMS
0F MRS PANAGIOTA CHRISTOPOULOU-ZALONI
Athens-Greece
20160621

It’s time
It’s time of thought.
The Love discovers
Secret paths 
And “she’s guided to the dream”.

It’s time of beautiful… 
The Love conquers 
The summit of Olympus
Emotion plays pleasantly.

It’s the time of union…
The Love gathers 
Untouched roses
The night is perfumed with myrrh.

It’s time of coronation…
The Love on its throne
With pure golden wreaths
Happiness is liberated.

	Words of mystery

In the coincidence of the times
The future things have come
Loaded with words of mystery
They spread them in our thirsty souls
And they passed through our pathless.
They are living there now,
Shy, enchanted and modest
They can’t reach our lips,
They only play silently, secretly,
Behind the transparent glow of our eyes,
When one sees himself
In the eyes of the other one,
Until the sunset comes behind them
And from the peeks, the wind blow round with myrrh,
Rolling downhill thyme and mint upon us.

	

	Night’s song 
  
The pillow on which you are getting old
With hours full of light,
With hours full of ecstasies
You, the open county-singer,
You, the god of fantasy
And the sky
From your open window
To fill your palms 
With stars…
To set himself in silence
In old erotic paths 
Enchanted by the country-singer’s songs
To be kissed in deep lust
With words, colors, fragrances,
Engraving lines
On the body of a night’s song


	In chorus words

An ocean of emotions and feelings
Intoxicated,
He widens the night,
To explore boundlessness,
To conquer what’s absolute,
To imprison the skies

An ocean of thoughts and ideas
He rebels in the night, intoxicated
To be transformed into voices
So white and strange,
To be transformed in chorus words
Of texts of life,
To present again, lost moments 
To be naturalized in time.






	How?

Night…
A good night,
With its own mystery,
With its own torture
Without laughter
Your dream parked along
In an anonymous vertical line
On the road of Reality
It’s rising…
How?
How can you fight it?


	Fuente Grande

She traveled, she traveled…
All the time she traveled in carefree,
On the hinder croups of her blue horse
But alas, yesterday, in the fountain
Of the new Fuente Grande
They harmed her on the back,
Full of jealousy, the obscene ones

She was assumed as a disturbing
Beggar of   L o v e