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by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, beauty, inspirational, philosophy, sad,

The Park Bench

The Park Bench

I wish I was a poet
With magical words
To make people see all of the absurd
Tears fly, paintings in pastel die

When we look into our mirrors
We sometimes miss
What love dumps upon all of us
We shed tears, for we forgot to shed fears

I have no legs, nor any crutches
So my voyage has ended
I only observe
Sadness upended

When goodness is confused
When gestures are refused
When the kiss that could have been
When a poets tear seems obscene

The one who hears is often deaf
The deaf sometimes have nothing left
If I could give a kiss away
I would give it to lovers with hearts that sway

Drawing love on paper in may


by Silent One |
Categories: desire, romance, romantic love,

To Touch the Untouched

She is soothing music, but an unwritten script. A silent movie, but visually, cinematic elegance. Infatuated lyrics thirst to compose onto tones of her curves. Her tongue is a sensual dance, a serenade of sensitive sensations. Her lips a path to pristine passion, her eyes a gateway to heaven. But she is grandeur of purity, a distinction of innocence. Fate must learn patience, in the pursuit of desire.
Simple Musing Silent One 8 March 2020

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: love, nature,

The Rose Bowl

The sky is one gigantic bowl of pink turned upside down, spilling soft rosy petals that peeked out from beneath snow white billowed clouds till - fully blossomed - they burst out. Growing radiant at the edge of twilight, they’ve scattered as rubescent streaks falling, lush and luminescent, as we watch in solitude. No parade this evening - just you and I aglow, wishing for an eternity to be like this: so splendidly in love. . . in the pink.

by John Watt |
Categories: film, love,

Chaplinesque

I am a silent movie,
a corny melodrama
played in black and white
with an observable flicker.
A little tramp
accompanied by ragtime piano.

You are pure A-list 
Technicolor, 
Dolby digital
THX, IMAX laser, 
Oscar winner
3D blockbuster.

And yet you love
me.

by Phillip Garcia |
Categories: daughter,

Who Can Argue Miracles Exist


Who Can Argue Miracles Exist?

No man, be he grandiloquent or coarse;
             be he a learned novel or tattered page;
             be he devout in faith or drenched in doubt;
             be he a man replete with shame of sin:
No man (unless an empty man who flaps like cynic’s skin)
             who has watched the early sun come out
	     or heard the song of sparrows spared the cage:
No man in love with his daughters:  No man in love with his universe.


4/30/2019

Submitted for:  Let's Have an Argument
Sponsored by Kevin Shaw


by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: love,

Your Breath Within Me

Erased For  publishing

by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: forgiveness,

FORGIVE AND FORGET

I asked you what I have done wrong But there is no response - just a stony silence No words can convey my guilt, my inner sadness This will be my last goodbye My final letter to you my love Tears flow down my ashen face Tears of sadness, tears of regret Drip Drip Drip Drip Tears fall on the paper as I write They mingle with the damp blue ink The inky water leaches into the paper Its colour starts to bleed and spread Until it fades into nothingness I am empty, devoid of emotion I can say no more Forgive me for being me Forgive me for caring Forgive me for loving you Goodbye forever 02~15~15

by Maurice Yvonne |
Categories: nature, , Lullaby,

Who Is Cutting Down The Trees In The Rain Forests

the lullaby of butterflies hums in the early morning air. a rounded light of gold above the purple clouds spots a blue filtered peak. trees unite as one in the constant drizzle of rain. flowers wild, spill in colors hurried to fill barren ground. mammals of every kind lay unseen, asleep and covered in blankets green. and I wonder, I wonder who, who would nullify?, this bouquet... of sweetly scented awes! With Love 22~12~2014

by liam mcdaid |
Categories: angel, baptism, beautiful, blessing, heaven, light, love,

Stepping into heaven

Under your heavenly gaze magic appears perfect 
a thousand whispers sail through the oceans current 
each wave warmly echoes of a sun filled promise 
Our time is held when precious jewels they glimmer 
every breath gasps breathless holding dearest soul
where the silken ribbons circle around a gift tied 
wrapped within angel rays floating inside heartbeats 

by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: longing, passion, romantic, senses, sensual, sexy, sweet love,

Sensual Silky Colors

I have loved and been loved -  I have shared ivory love bliss colors.

I have ridden sapphire airs of crimson ecstasy and touched silver stars.

I have felt gold, silky, lilac joy move and embrace my harlequin heart.

I have melted to tangerine delight caresses tingling my willing, fuchsia skin.

I have been lifted and turned and tossed  -  on sensual, erotic 
waves that travel bold - through and between me                                                                                 
                                                                                                


... CayCay Jennings
March 11, 2016


by Silent One |
Categories: love,

To love you upon my last breath

When the last rain drop has fallen and final word has been spoken. When mercy is no longer our saviour, remember, each time your heart beats, with every sigh on the tip of your tongue, my only wish was to forever love you, stronger than the light that shone at sunrise, warmer than the rays from that golden orb, more powerful than the radiance of the moon and with greater devotion than the stars.
Silent One Simple Musing 17 February 2018

by Pailey Gordon |
Categories: 9th grade, love, nature,

The Music of the Wind

Helicopter seeds
from my maple tree
drift down,
swaying
back 
and 
forth
from the strong branches above.
They all fall around me,
I am encapsulated by the swirling seedlings.
Snug within their warmth,
the wind sends me on my feet.
Dancing with the music of the air 
that is rushing through my hair, 
I inhale the sweet, mellow essence of what life has granted me. 
Then I exhale the words,
"I am thankful for this life and the road, no matter how rocky, has served its purpose".
As I leave this place,
I hum the tune of the masterpiece conducted by the wind
that rustled in this tree.

~5/28/18~

by Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart |
Categories: beauty, butterfly, sad love,

Bluewing Falling


Her magic is drawn 
from an ocean's 
million hues 
reflecting 
boundless skies

slain by her trembling perfection 
you grab hold of her 
to save yourself 
 
and you do not mean her any harm 
you just want to feel what azure feels like
to experience the depths of cerulean 

but her cobalt dust 
rubs off all over you 
your being  

indelibly indigo stained 
  
as the beauty you wished to possess 
lays crushed 
at your feet




July 13th, 2018







by JENNIFER PROXENOS |
Categories: wisdom,

WHO WILL I BE TOMORROW

WHO I’LL BE TOMORROW

If what I am,
And what I do,
Makes me who I’ll be tomorrow,
If what I say,
And what I don’t,
Makes me who I’ll be tomorrow,                                            
If what I think,
With heartfelt wisdom,
Makes me who I’ll be tomorrow,
If what I see, 
And what I feel,
Makes me who I’ll be tomorrow,
If what I speak,
Be it right or wrong
Makes me who I’ll be tomorrow,
If I am ugly,
To those I love,
Makes me who I’ll be tomorrow,
If I could dare,
To hide a sin,
Makes me who I’ll be tomorrow,
If I only take,
And never give,
Makes me who I’ll be tomorrow,
I’ll have to stop and look at
Who I want to be tomorrow!

by Tim Smith |
Categories: love,

Slowly

Slowly ever so slowly overcome with emotion building up ever so effortlessly inside passions burning ever so swiftly reside deep in my heart sweet smells of your luscious gateau roam free a slight breeze blows in your hazel hair enhancing your essence enticing me slowly ever so slowly I wrap my arms around your aphrodite-esque waist squeezing ever so slightly whispering "love me"

by Leo Larry Amadore |
Categories: angst, childhood, death, depression, family, father, hope, introspection, life, loss, nostalgia,

Things That Seemed Poetic

Things that seemed poetic were always sad,
though I yearned for sparkle
and my dad's guffaw, which never came.
Familiar things were always drear --
repeated motions in the same old game.
There were only distant glimpses
of budding spring, fleeting views
of daffodils. The strongest
poems dealt me death and dying.
Yet I always hoped, never went under
to gray despair, always dreaming
of a garden of love we could share.
But those forbidden delights faded
quickly away; the only reality
I understand is the ever-looming
and final one. Nothing's changed.
The strongest poems deal death and dying.

by Tim Smith |
Categories: love,

My Heart Is Meant For You

Lights dimmed in a cool marbled hall
a solitary candle flickers
soft chamber music echoes 
and my thoughts turn to You
down on my knees 
memories come as love has gone
how many times have I begged
to have a heart to hold
a bond to build
an angel to adore
Again I beg for the courage
the strength to carry on
to lead
to live
to love
unconditionally
A bright ray of sunshine
filters through the stained glass window
illuminating your image
heartaches soothe as I take in your essence
and I know
my heart is meant for You

by regina branham |
Categories: lost love, love

As My Pen Danced

I waited, dressed to kill
in red,
and in love

both, of which 
I could have been coaxed out of

You have turned a pale shade of white,
my Valentine

Al Green sang to me,
as my pen danced as your substitute 
we danced all night long,
stationary, our dance floor.

As we whirled to the emotions
of words' sounds; hand in hand,
we went round and round
and round

No one else in the room
most of all, not you
as my ink turned 
from red to blue

by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, beauty, desire, image, love, romantic,

Pleasures of Reading

It pleasures me
That she reads me
Inside her serenity
Parked on our bench of antiquities

I, whom gazes over there at her,
Later in the dusk of candlelight
Shall remove her pink dress
Tiss then
I shall see she derives her pleasures
As I read her

by Tim Smith |
Categories: friend, love,

Snow Angels

Here I lie in the solace of my bed Wrapped up in these sheets of grey Looking out past the frosted glass Out into the pitch dark of night Oh the white puffs falling down Little cotton balls so fluffy So pure Blanketing the barren ground Brightening up the darkened night Remembering our time together those little snow ball fights you putting snow down my back you're first snow angel How I want those days back Here I lie in the solace of my bed wondering could you? would you? Still be mine I know it feels right Only time will tell if you'll be my snow angel

by Emile Pinet |
Categories: beach, beautiful, imagery, imagination, innocence, love, romantic,

Agony And Ecstasy

Cascading waves wash ashore tickling our toes as we stroll. And moonbeams set a thousand jewels sparkling... upon the shoal. Smiles summon sweet emotions as we walk upon the beach hand in hand under a starry sky... Pausing, to build castles in the sand. Romantic sparks ignite flames of passion by a tranquil sea, and fledgling souls unite for eternity... Hopes and tears equally shared define the essence of living. And yet love offers a joy reserved for fantasies and dreams... Agony and ecstasy meld to greet each hungry kiss. And consumed by desire we've never felt a love... quite like this! Written 09/18/2016

by Charlie Smith |
Categories: beauty, love,

Beauty



     The basis of all beauty is hope,
          It gives no cause to sadness...
     
     The sight of beauty will never age the eye,
          Its only reflection is from the face of others...

     The Grace of beauty bathes the soul with purity,
          It never exists until petitioned by an open heart...

     Beauty gives life to poetry,
          We are as beautiful as we choose to be...

     01/05/2017

by Silent One |
Categories: love,

Nature of my Poetry

Let us embrace
like twilight kisses the sun goodnight.
Indulge in hues of scarlet, crimson and lilac,
until the salutation of stars .

In the nothingness of silence,
our souls will whisper sweet symphonies,
as we flow with sensual tones of night.

Tenderness of touch will compose a concerto,
along the nakedness of your innocence.

I will hold you like a violin,
feel smooth sensations of your strings.
Pulsate like a passionate pianist,
caressing silky ivory and satin ebony keys.

Upon the first scent of dawn,
I will watch your heart sigh,
as you lay breathless in my arms -
and become the nature of my poetry. 

Simple Musing
Silent One
23 October 2019

by arthur vaso |
Categories: beauty, heart, introspection, passion, philosophy, wine, women,

A Question of Love

Loves promenades towards emptiness
	longing is a void
darkness of a million universes
where mythical black holes
chant of timeless desires

Yearning for carnal eternity
where candles never die


Two of us
	never met
	oceans apart
	gasping for affections
	in different times
	winds may have swept
	this way or that
	never seen

Wind and candle lie in death
so lost
in emptiness

by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: age, longing, love, youth,

Sweet Youth

Sweet youth with its ghostly shadows of regret 
encircling the mind of an aging maid...like vultures 
       waiting to descend
 
Capturing those passions left unspoken
from a self-conscious shy student in church choir.

His flawless skin drew me in like an invisible magnet.
My eyes followed his every unnoticed move 
        in anguished longing.

My silent lips uttered no audible words even when
he reached out to touch my long deep golden hair.

I reminisce and suddenly he's right here 
His jet black hair and handsome face remain frozen 
in youth as my words left, unspoken.

4-23-19