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Poem Details | by Maurice Yvonne |
Categories: celebration, for her, i love you, love, passion, relationship, romance,

On One Knee



if you wanted to dance with me
i mean really wanted to dance with me
then i would
i would dance with you

if you needed me to walk on water
i would stand there until the lake froze
then i would
i would walk on water for you

if you suggested i climb 
a mountain 
warm at the bottom
freezing at the peak 
i'd buy you a snow globe
turn it upside down and up
hold your hand warm 
watch the freezing snowfall
climb your suggestion creatively

if you mentioned 
you'd like me to paint your portrait 
i'd buy every different colour of acrylic paint I could find
blend them on a canvas
paint your colourful internal portrait
every crayon in the box 
that's who i see

if you said move me
i wouldn't hire a truck
or even touch one stick of furniture
i would write this poem for you
put a bow on it
fingers crossed 
i would move you

your lips are always on my mind

if you want a man
willing to do...
...a man...
...hold you gentle but firm

i'm here 

ring in hand 
on one knee

November 28 2016




Poem Details | by Honestly J.T. |
Categories: america, for her, for him, friend, friendship, growth, how i feel, international, journey, love, racism, school, social, together, truth, uplifting,

One World

Love is not a color,
No hue, neither a race.
All of our blood is the same, 
That runs deep within our veins.

If we could lift up each other,
And know that we all care.
If we help our sisters and brothers,
There's a bond that we'll share.








©2013 Honestly JT


Poem Details | by Adam Forth |
Categories: devotion, for her, girlfriend, i love you, love, princess, romantic,

Princess

Princess, princess, please calm down,
Wear your diamond, glory crown.
I’ll make you queen, someday, you’ll see,
As long as you will marry me.

Princess, princess, don’t hate me,
I only wish that you could see.
That I love you with all my heart,
I wish that we will never part.

Princess, princess, don’t you die,
I promise you, I’ll never lie.
Stay with me through life and death,
And please don’t ever hold your breathe.

Princess, princess, don’t you cry,
I will never say goodbye.
It hurts too much to leave your side,
Like all of me has stopped and died.

Princess, princess, don’t you see,
I’m your prince, and groom to be.
Forever together, and never apart,
I give you my all, and even my heart.


Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: august, beautiful, beauty, care, city, dark, dream, farewell, first love, for her, friend, friendship, girl, girlfriend, how i feel, i love you, lost, night, poems, poetry, summer,

I dreamed a dream of You

Yesterday I dreamed a dream,
that had no end.
You in your white gown, and long, black hair flowing.
You were calling my name.
I heard you, but I couldn't reach you!

And when I say your soul was tainted.
You went out in the night life.
You dressed in your black, evening ball gown.
You danced till the Red Sun came out, over the horizon.

You smiled at me.
A flame in my heart burned red hot!
My knees and hands shook with nerves;
Nerves of love and joy.
I blew you a kiss,
but you turned away!
Oh, please don't turn away from me,
for I would die, if it happened again!

Your beautiful and golden heart showed me the truth.
The truth that every gentleman wants to hear.
I've seen you walk the streets,
in the blue dawn of August.
As I followed you, you stopped and looked at me.
You smiled so beautifully, and my heart fluttered into oblivion!

You walked with your friends and I went my way.
I couldn't find a single trace of you that day.
I cried out "Why did I leave her like this?!"
I looked for you, all over the courtyards and town squares!
Yet no sight of your beauty.
..No sight of your golden heart, that I hold so dear to mine.
Where did you go?
Why did you leave?
Why did I leave..that is the question!

I should have stayed by your side,
till the ends of time.

Yet I had left.
Why...?

One gloomy and parish midnight.
I came along a road,
and soon found myself in front of a wayward cafe.
Smiling faces all around me.
I spotted a beautiful face that outstood all the other faces around me.
It was yours.

Your face brought me to sanity and I went over too you!
You spotted me and tried to run!
I caught you in the dirty hallway and pulled you in.

Our eyes met and I fell in love once again.
Sanity re-entered my mind, body and soul.
I kissed you and you kissed back.
You held my hand, and we left the cafe and walked down the street.

The street was gloomy, yet we together brightened the dark street.
We went back to the lit up city streets, of the lands filled with smiling faces,
and we fell in love and slept together.

You lay there in my restless arms and I gave you a sweet kiss,
upon your sweet and soft head.
Your dark hair was sweet smelling and felt of silk.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep with you,
there in my arms and we dreamed together
till the morning came and woke me up,
and took you away from my weak and weary arms.

I dreamed a dream of you.


Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: flower, for her, love,

You'll Find Me

Mountain melt trickles a pure innocence
ever closer to her fluent destiny
with each lingering kiss from the sun
Wooded embankments overflow 
the ancient river starts to grow
and faster and faster she 
pushes her way downstream

Here is where you'll find me
on the side of the bend
at the base of a mighty oak
arising from a seed
splashes falling all around
quenching my need
my need to be free
pushing me to bloom

Here is where you'll find me
growing    if only for you
waiting patiently for your soft touch
hoping your wings might
brush beside me
as you momentarily flutter by
hoping you take
a little peek inside of me
inside the place I carry
the fruits that nourish life
for generations to flourish
and for happiness to thrive

Here is where I'll stand
in the sun and in the night
watching over you
and your glorious flight
swaying with the summer breeze
brightening up the bend
and being true to the ever end






Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: love,

I Live For Her

Cinnamon and apple fill the air Scent of Gram's famous pie Warm fire roaring in the hall Music turned up for all to hear "Vivo per lei da quando sai La prima volta l’ho incontrata, Non mi ricordo come ma Mi è entrata dentro e c’è restata. Vivo per lei perché mi fa Vibrare forte l’anima, Vivo per lei e non è un peso. Vivo per lei anch’io lo sai E tu non esserne geloso, Lei è di tutti quelli che Hanno un bisogno sempre acceso, Come uno stereo in camera, Di chi è da solo e adesso sa, Che è unico per lui, per questo Io vivo per lei....." Thoughts of you ring in my mind Playing the music in my soul A burning desire Making my heart beat strong Vivo per lei I live for her My warmth, my breath, my soul Taking my lonely Making it whole My heartbeat, my strength, my home From the depths of my heart to your soul My vision, my meaning, my know Even though far, we really are near Oceans apart but I feel your touch Sweet music is all that I hear Whispering I love you so much
*** "Vivo per lei" by Andrea Bocelli ***


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: beauty, dedication, for her, heart, remember, romantic, sad love,

Eucalyptus Longing

The rushing wonts of action render these happenings unmovable,
These feelings, passionately felt, to dull words ill and strained
She clings, my koala, with chocolate eyes pining for my green
Though each time she lets me go, she leaves me docile and pained 

Once before I claimed her; yes, she did not turn away from me
But instead gazed on how the breeze could sway my branches
I wanted my bark to secrete the sweetest tears,
So she would know how eternally I yearn for her glances

For it is she alone, who can consume and digest my poisons
It is she alone—besides the sun—who gives me reason to stand erect


Poem Details | by harry horsman |
Categories: love, life, universe,

Pockets For Her

In here I can be anything
that you desire,
your lonely soul, your heartstring
even become your ring your locket,
I can evolve to become
your strange universe
one to mould to create.
In here I can become your salvation
help to correct your natural order,
restore your universe
and in it place my life
in your willing clutches,
where life would become magic,
and I the magician able
to fix your dreams and wishes,
and long to become
an indelible part of you
when becoming your life long crutches!

© Harry J Horsman 2013 


Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: for her, love, muse,

My Muse Resides

I see in creases no others found
where souls seem low 
and duty bound

where sparkle waits
in dreamlike states

amid anxious eyes
here her smile lies

I see in darkness under guise of moon
where beauty moves
no heart's immune

where kindness roams
alive in poems

held deep inside
my muse resides


Poem Details | by Pashang Salehi |
Categories: for her, love,

The changing night

               The Changing night…

I am not the mountain, I am not the sea,
   I am just a man that wanted you to see.
You are full of moonlight, you are full of sun,
   I live in the darkness, let you be the one.
I am not above you, you are not below,
   I'm in the darkness, with sunshine I will glow.
I am filled with shadows, shadows full of night.
   Me and all the roses, waiting for the light.
Hoping for the sunshine, hoping for the rain,
   weary from this madness, sorrow, loss and pain.
I am from this earth but, dreaming of the moon
   One day I’ll wake up from dream that ended soon.
How come you are silent? Silent is the night.
   Nights end in the mornings, mornings are delight.
You are like the sunshine, you are like the rain.
   Come and kiss me darling, I shall live again.
My pain will be gone by, sooner than never.
   Let’s changing the night soon always together.

8/19/16  Haloo


For: NV


Poem Details | by Hansteven Selfa |
Categories: emotions, feelings, for her, for him, love, rain, sad love,

Rain

The fact of losing you wasn't that much devastatingYou evaporated too fast like waterAnd so it didn't give me affrightI know you're like water, you'll precipitate one day 
 
And so, that one day came by destinyI was in my room when it rained pieces of youI went outside and felt the touch I've missed for somehow a long timeI enjoyed your every drop, the petrichor and the moist 
 
I badly wanted you backI longed for the water which drowns me in loveThe water that gives me life every time I'm dehydratedThe water that forgives whoever I amOnly if I could collect all of your pieces and bring you back to my life forever, without you being gone once moreBut I know, it will never happen 
 
For now, I enjoy your unexpected visits and perchance sojournsI relish your every comingIn that way, I still manage to have you, even though I know you have to evaporate again.


Poem Details | by Robin L. Gass |
Categories: confusion, introspection, life, sadfor her, god, me, write, for her, god, life, love, me, thank you, write,

A Story

It was on a Christmas Eve
early in the morn
into a world so often cold
a little girl was born.
Her parents, they did love her,
the way that it should be
but her father, who's a good man,
had been raised with cruelty.

When he doled out punishment
for all her childish ways
the lessons that he taught her
would stay with her all her days.
Growing up was never easy
and she grew up so confused.
Other kids did more than tease her
and at home she was abused.

But she grew up all the same
then came to that time of life
when she thought she was ready
became a mother and a wife.
They faced a lot of hardships
but tried to love anyway
and her husband, who does love her,
has been so mean along the way.

Yes, life is hard for everyone
this woman surely knows.
Hate and misunderstanding
seems to follow where she goes
with so many quick to tell her
that she is always wrong
so many times she has been shown
that she just don't belong.

She tries so hard to understand
the reasons for her tears
and is punished for her feelings
as she has been all her years.
She knows that there is more to life
than what always seems to be.
All she wants is to be loved
without the cruelty.



Note:  My dear friends, this is not an easy write for me but a necessary one I was at a very 
low point in my life and I prayed for God for direction or to let it end I wrote the poem I Am 
then joined PoetrySoup I know God led me to this wonderful site for a reason I may still 
have a long way to go but I am starting to move forward I want to thank you all for your 
encouragement and kindness Being able to write again is helping me and as fellow writers, 
I know you understand Thank you for sharing with me and teaching to become a better 
writer God bless you all and Happy Holidays!  Love, Robin.


Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beautiful, feelings, for her, garden, girl, happy, heart, how i feel, joy, kiss, love, music, poetry, relationship, river, romance, romantic, rose, simile, sky, write,

Love in my veins

Your love flows through my veins
like the Nile River flows through
the sands of Eygpt.
Love flows through my veins
like rivers that break off into endless streams
and water the gardens of the green stems
of torn covered rose bushes.

In my veins, you flow, as a sparrow
flies through the blue skies in beauty.
You are the blood that flows through my veins
and later settles deep in my heart
and embraces me with a hug of intimace.

Love flows through my veins
like endless notes played by the sweetest composer
along with his private orchestra playing a lovely melody.
Rivers, streams break off and flow into lakes and oceans,
Like my veins that lead to my heart,
you are always there flowing through my veins.
Your love flows through my veins.


Poem Details | by Dan Kearley |
Categories: for her, kiss, love,

Kisses On A String

A kiss for each cheek, is what I'm sending to you. One will last for only a week, the other should last about two. I'm sending them both on a string, so when they land, give the line a tug. On my end it will cause a bell to ring, telling me my kisses have landed with love. Don't worry about the line getting tangled, because when I blow kisses they shoot like stars. They are guided with great love from the angles, on a string of love to be forever ours.
Danny Boy:7-21-13©


Poem Details | by Mohammad Yamin |
Categories: devotion, family, love, motherfor her, summer, for her, love, summer,

Mother

A banyan tree that shields from tropical summer sun 
A symbol of selfless love and sacrifice 
A preserver of values that modernism has shun 
No praise is enough, no gratitude suffice 

Her love for her children is like blossom of springs 
An angel she appears, a fairy she seems 
It’s a symphony for ears, the lullaby she sings 
The lullaby that drifts you in the valley of dreams

A teacher, a guide, a philosopher, a friend 
An architect, a builder of beauty and grace 
A garden of roses that fragrance send 
Serenity of a lake where ducklings race

She suckles her babies with white blood of breasts 
The hearts yearn for her bosom’s paradise 
She strains every nerve, sacrifices her rests 
Burning midnight oil with sleepy eyes

The special mothers that God has blessed 
Maryam, Khadija, Fatema and Asiya 
Women par excellence, mothers at best 
Whether in Africa, Asia or the West 

Mothers are an oasis in the desert of life 
Their love and passion isn’t for display 
Chained to the oar in your perils and strife 
A shower of rain on a hot summer day 
                           ***
(Dedicated to my mother Begum Najmunnesa, who  left me  alone in this world        at the age of twelve and all the mothers whatever caste, creed, colour, religion     and nationality they areI salute them all)           
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Poem Details | by John Henry Galas |
Categories: beauty, body, cute love, for her, funny, i love you, princess,

You Are Beautiful

I don't care if you are inaccurate.
I don't care if you're a tomboy.
I don't care if you're an oval or a circle.
I don't care where you come from or what you were.
I don't even care if you have a coconut cream pie-in-the-face.
You are good.
You are perfect.
You are a princess.
And I will always love you.
Like you should love yourself.


Poem Details | by Scribbler Of Verses |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, boyfriend, cry, dance, emotions, for her, girlfriend, goodbye, how i feel, i love you, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost love, love, lyric, memory, miss you, missing, music, people, relationship, romance, romantic, sad love, song, together, truth, woman, women, write,

I've Scribbled This Song For You



I've Scribbled This Song For You...


I'm wasting my days,
my empty nights too,

I should have held on,
but I simply lost you,

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

yes, I should have kept,
you close to my skin,

soaking your warmth,
but you were laughing,

at my foolish grin...


now I'm all broken,
and torn apart,

but what the hell,
I was always late,
for the tolling of the bell,

and now...

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

so kiss me now like you once did,
I'm tired of being so carefully hid,


la laa laa la laa laa laa...


(repeat to fade)


:-)


Poem Details | by Pace INK-U-SCRIPT |
Categories: anniversary, for her, love, love,

Standing Amid Thank-fullness

                                                         To
                                                     day
                                                  I
                                               look 
                                             back
                                            and
                                             thank God
                                                for the present.
                                                  The present through
                                                       past and current
                                                          trials and
                                                              tribulations.
                                                                 Present through
                                                                   laughter which
                                                                     has become
                                                                    our strong foundation.
                                                                  To my dearest heart of hearts, it
                                                              doesn't go in vain the love you’ve
                                                        given to me And I myself must agree, that
                                                   as a man, I’m sincerely lucky to be me.
                                               Knowing that…When I stand…
                                          You stand
                                      then We stand
                                    becoming the
                                     singular while holding on
                                       to life hand in hand.
                                         Regretting not anew the treasures
                                           and experiences we’ve shared amongst
                                             each other with no one else
                                               to compare… And for that, 
                                                  I love you, I love you, I love you
                                                    And…
                                                       I
                                                         love 
                                                            you.




Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT


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 Kennedy Lea |
Categories: care, celebration, child, courage, emotions, feelings, first love, for her, for him, girl, girlfriend, growth, high school, how i feel, i love you, kiss, love,

Shortest Love Story

Our elbows collided, 
'cause my desk is wrong-sided.
Made for a lefty, 
When I write
with my right.


Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, care, day, dedication, desire, devotion, epic, feelings, first love, for her, garden, girl, god, happiness, happy, heart, how i feel, i love you, light, love, miracle, moon, morning, night, paradise, poetry, power, red, romance, romantic, rose, sky, smile, storm, summer, sun, truth, uplifting, wisdom, woman,

Pursue Love

Pursue love,
the love that has no meaning,
the silver ports of the moon,
shine so bright,
that it blinds you in the twilight
she is beautiful and she is divine
she is the song sang by the sweet nightingales
in the gardens of worthy, overgrowning and blooming roses,
like wildfire grow tall and the thornes of the vines
tangle around her feet and drag her ever so slightly
throughout the garden of beauty.
As the roses lay along a table,
as she sits at the table
and she waits for me, the wordman
to come to the dinner table at the stroke of nine
and sit with her,
start a scene or two of romantic setting,
to pursue love in her name.
Love is around us,
the candlelight shines and reflects in her silk hair,
as her evening dress glitters and shines
and her bossom shows itself in the nightsky
as we lay together,
we pursue a dream together,
forever we live together forever,
as we stand upon the belcony of Romeo and Juliet's love scene
we swim in a pool of sweet divine care and love,
we swallow grapes and drink wine
hand and hand on Persian rugs and virgin white cloth sheets,
we dance to a simple, yet sweet Chopin's masterpiece
of his beautiful nocturnes,
which make such a sweet and romantic song in our heads.

We stomp out the flames
as we dance the night away,
and you lay in my arms,
and I kiss you upon your lovely head,
and you hold my hand,
and I hold you tight
never thinking of letting your love go away from me,
I would take my own life,
before I lose your love.
See us together,
it is a painting that lasts lifetimes,
that needs no touch-ups.
I care for you and love you!
Love me, I know you will.

My sweet and loving portrait lady,
who in reality is more beautiful than a fully bloomed rose
that sits on its green stem,
in the garden of beauty that sits outside my window.
Come up to my chambers
as I picked roses for you and pettles litter the atmosphere
as love's tension grows
and suspence brings us together,
let us make love tonight
seal the passion
and pursue love once and for all.

Then shall we wake with the first rays of the blazing of the morning sun,
I shall wake next to your beauty and glory,
and I shall point my attention to the heavens
and thank the Gods for sending you on the open road,
toward my chamber door, I call my heart.
Then we shall dress, and walk the pathways
in the garden of beauty
and I shall pick a bauquet of roses
and we shall sit by the lake and pursue our love
for one another
and nothing, not one earthquake shall shake us apart.

-9/26/2013-


Poem Details | by James Kelley |
Categories: for her, love, metaphor, romance, romantic, sensual, spoken word,

Smoke Signals

If words could envelop fire,

I’d whisper softly into a quiet

note and let the pyre in my

lonely coffer spill out it’s smokey dispatch.

Letting pathos glow inside carrion’s beat,

I would endeavor this note reach a messenger

with quick feet, so that you would read it before

I became nothing more than a ruin,

damned by it’s own occasion.

I would speak with a gentle urgency,

through teeth like embers of brimstone.

" Let not your tender humor steer you

in a direction that would wilt us both

Fan the flames that have consumed me,

It’s a burn that fuels our passion

I love you and the pain that you bring,

you are the brightness in the sky,

and the darkness of night.

You are the sting of broken flesh,

and the sweet release of blood that flows.

You are the healing of my blackened benevolence,

and the anger in my wisdom.

You are my second eye, 

and my heaviest anchor.

You are the spark,

and the kindle.

You are my Queen.”



-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved


Poem Details | by Mark Woods |
Categories: best friend, for her, love, relationship, romance, true love,

Your Humble Servant

To me you are a sacred dream
Each warmest hope upon the day.
A glass of wish from precious stream
Bright trace of sun through clouds of grey.

My endless trust in times of need
Our secrets shared we do confide
In passions breath to one I’m freed
Past darkest hour you are my guide.

Protection is my granted gift
To strive for you my sole delight
No one event shall birth a rift
Forever yours my quest to fight.

Perfections promise I shall chase
it's luck you chose my life to grace.


23rd May 2016


Poem Details | by Honestly J.T. |
Categories: desire, for her, how i feel, life, love, passion, truth,

Promise The Moon

                                              When I say "I love you",
                                          Should it come with a price?
                                           To say I'm thinking of you,
                                         Are these words still unwise?

                                      I could fall for you a dozen times,
                                      And have the wrong words to say.
                                      Just tell me that I'm on your mind,
                                            At least I hope and pray.

                                       I've seen sunsets and sunrises
                                   And have spent so much time alone
                                        Should love wear no disguises 
                                         That I may call you my own.

                                          If I could have one chance,
                                         One moment to be with you,
                                  In love's fell clutch of gripping hands
                                         I wish to promise the moon.


                                                 ©2013 Honestly JT
         


Poem Details | by Ken Carroll |
Categories: beauty, butterfly, for her, love,

Mariposa

Butterfly
painted lady
spread your wings

Thighs of color
pose your love

I light
candle flame
for you
I am
consumed by fire

Since my house
has burned down
I can see
the moon more clearly

I gaze upon
your Eden
falling upon me

I run blindly
to you
as you mount
flowers
in my garden

As I hold you
in my arms
do not
let me feel
your departure
upon my hand...



Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: for her, love,

Dying Love

Those deep caramelized eyes

hidden behind continuous cries

Days, weeks, months

sitting at his side

holding his hand

the one who held your heart

the one who made you his bride


Lost, deeply entranced in memories

Nights laying by the fire

Captivated by desire

Those walks barefoot in the sand

Oh those days were grand

The soft slow kisses

The day you became his Mrs.

Making dreams come true

All the I love you's


I remember

Forty years ago when we met

sharing an umbrella

so I wouldn't get wet

You made me laugh

and giggle

...at your jokes

I brushed your hand

and hair with little strokes


 remember

When we got to my flat

 didn't want to go in

You grabbed my hand

and pulled me in

That kiss was so sweet

One we would forever repeat


Where has the time gone

It seems like only yesterday

when we had our first date

You were not like anyone I had ever met

Such a gentleman, you were great

All those late night talks

cuddled on the couch

That little twinkle in your eye

You'll always be my guy


I miss those times

We'd sit on the porch

drinking our tea

I'd look at you

you'd look at me

We'd stare up at the night sky

Wishing upon falling stars

Picking one out

making it ours


I still hear our song

I still wear your favorite scent

I still long for your touch

 where has all the time went


I know our time won't be long

I must remain strong

those tired baby blues wearily open

gently squeezing my hand

tears roll down 

 you gaze lovingly at me


Another place, another time

again it will be we

..................


fade to black



Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: for her, love, tribute,

How Shall I Write For You Tonight

How shall I write for you tonight when the words don't seem to flow? I could write about the moon and the stars and how, to you, they don't compare to those starry caramel eyes that look deep inside of me wrap around my sated heart and fill my life with glee I could write about your killer smile that brightens my every thought that gives me strength to carry on when sad or when distraught I could write about your compassion your powerful soul or your caring heart I could tell you how much I love you and how we'll never be apart I could verse a poem about how I admire who you are your virtues, values, giving of your time what you stand for or how I'm proud to call you mine I could write a song that would praise your love of God the less fortunate, His children and all of those in need. How can I possibly write a worthy poem that sings praises high enough of you when all you do seems right and just and your intentions are so true. Tonight I'll try to write my sweet of one who strives to rid the world of hurt So I'll close my eyes and picture you and hope I find the words


Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beautiful, blue, cry, dark, death, dream, farewell, fear, for her, friend, friendship, how i feel, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, love, miss you, missing, missing you, october, poems, poetess, poetry, poets, woman, write, writing,

The Blue Poet

I am the Blue Poet.
The uneasy man.
Who longs to be loved,
or just to have a friend.

My heart whisphers a low melody
on a faint, cool evening
thinking of her.
Once in my arms,
laying on my bed of roses.
Now she is gone.
I cannot think anymore!
It is hard, to love again,
When all your love has been taken away.
..I am the Blue Poet.

I am the Blue Poet,
That walks the bluish, dawn and dew covered streets
in the the October evenings and nights.
But I tell you, I wasn't always so blue.
No! I was once alive..happy..romantic,
..till Love went away!

Now I sit in the wayward poetry clubs,
drinking club soda and snapping my fingures
to a finished performance on a poem about love.
Written by a soft, spoken seventeen year old girl.

Soon, it is my turn to give my poem a read.
I stand on a lone stage, with a spotlight drownding me in blindness.
I face the faces, who look at me and smile.
A clap, and a cough, bring my head up.
I look out upon the sitting crowd.
To see that one face
that speaks to me,
without the movement of the mouth.
The face never showed though, and my head fell back down.

I start to read.
A vase of emotions kill me and swallow me up.
I try to hold back tears, but no more could I halter.
I finished, with a salty tear, rolling down my rough and oiled cheek.
I leave the crowd at ovation
and leave the women, all with tears in their eyes.

I come down from the stage, leaving the bright spotlight.
I shake hands, give hugs,
and collect my pay, and have another round of club soda.
Then, I go down the midnight alleyways of sprinkled city streets
finding myself a cozy room.

I think of her for a moment,
then off to sleep.
I dream of one time laughs, and hugs and kisses.
I cry in my sleep,
...For I am the Blue Poet.


Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: for her, love,

I'll Be Missing You

One last kiss of your ruby lips one more touch of your loving hand my eyes they are red and misty and my heart begins to cry I know it's not for forever but it still hurts to say goodbye You'll be living deep inside of me in every breath that I will take I'll hold you nightly in my dreams and think of you when I wake I'll count the hours til I see you when you're finally by my side I'll never let you leave me when you become my blushing bride


Poem Details | by Anna Wilson |
Categories: beautiful, cute love, for her, girl, i love you, love, relationship,

The Definition of Perfect

Her laugh is so melodious, a siren song, crashing ships and stealing hearts
She's stolen my heart.
Yet you can't steal something that's already yours.
Her body is a mystery, one for the history books.
Her lips, so pink and kissable, taunt me like a schoolboy.
She is a goddess,
a true Aphrodite, 
a creature of immense and unexplainable beauty.
Yet beautiful is an insult
She is not beautiful.
She is a work of art, a true Picasso 
In her eyes, I see infinity.
I see stars.
I see the Devil himself.
What I do not see, is her.
She wears a mask.
She hides herself from others like a frightened puppy in a thunderstorm.
And yet, she could not be any more perfect.
Perfect.
You look up the word perfect in the dictionary, and you will see her face.
Perfect
Perfect dark brown curls, curls darker than my soul.
Perfect.
Perfect smile, a smile so killer it deserves twenty-five to life in the local prison.
Perfect.
When I see her, I'm a deer caught in headlights.
I'm frozen, turned to ice, turned to stone.
Her beauty could stun Medusa
When she smiles at me, I see Heaven.
I talk with God like he's an old friend.
And when she says my name, I melt like the wicked witch, 
and fall deeper...and deeper...and deeper...