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Poem Details | by Charlie Smith |
Categories: giving, love,

Love's Reflection

Love neither gives or takes but from itself. Be not wiled by fantasies of arrogance. Take no more than is offered by yourself. Leave nothing trapped in tortured irrelevance. Seek not a barter for desires that sue your heart. Worthiness is the only tender that comes due. Suffer willingly the melody of pain it may impart. Bleed joyfully from the wounds that will ensue. As tree branches lift their hopes towards Heaven's door, hands together reaching higher than alone will seek heights that love's imagination most beautifully implores that from a poets words unending ecstasy must speak. Whatever you desire your life to be, may loves reflection be all you see

Poem Details | by Anna-Marie Docherty |
Categories: art, bereavement, body, care, death, death of a friend, dedication, devotion, emotions, farewell, feelings, future, giving, grief, heart, hope, how i feel, i love you, leaving, life, longing, lost, lost love, love, memory, miss you, missing, missing you, remember, sad, sad love, spiritual, strength, symbolism, tribute, trust,

Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece

Poem Details | by Sandra Haight |
Categories: giving, love, relationship,

Give and Take

The give and take in love should reach a mean
whereby the two be equally disbursed,
so givers' hearts would never suffer lean,
cold hungry hours without love reimbursed.

And those who take would never reach the stage
of ravenous and selfish, one-way traits.
Such balance would create a better age,
if give and take maintained their equal weights.

But somehow this could never balance out,
for givers give beyond the gifts they bear;
in turn, must feed on crumbs, for without doubt;
the hungry takers take beyond their share.

While takers tip the scale with all they gain,
the givers, weak and thin, smile through their pain.

Sandra MHaight

~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: Any HM Ever
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 01/22/2017

~ Honorable Mention~
Contest: Love Justice
Sponsor: Justin Bordner
Judged: 01/24/2015

Poem Details | by john loving iii |
Categories: lovewords, giving, love, time,


Loving is to through a pebble into the sea
and the ripple become a wave
to plant a seed
and it become a tree
to cook a meal
and it become a feast
to build a house 
and it become a home
to shine a light 
and it become a beacon
to speak a name
and it impart trust
to see what lies benieth
what is seen on the surface
to hear the secrets
of the heart being told
to touch and give 
comfort to a human being
to feel empathy instead
of sympathy in time of need
to let love be measured
by decades and deeds
where words are the least 
of expressions of these
but summerize the tears, fears
and tongue of our God
a relationship with both 
mate and Diety we laud
with works and prayers
love is more than words
it is the path we trod
love is a blanket
covered to keep warm
love is a needle
sewing socks while a fire burns
love is waking
before the break of dawn
love is baking and taking out
before it burns
love is a love note
during the day
love is thought
finding words to say
love is sometimes saying
"You can have it your way"
and love is duality in saying
"Lord give US this day"
where hell and high water
have no say
a sacred trust
in giving time away
love is forgiving all that
is abroad
love is not giving 
that which belongs
to God
the only place to find this love
it is the place we call heaven
up high above

Poem Details | by Charlie Smith |
Categories: beautiful, giving, love,


     What I find beautiful and particularly satisfying
            is when I see one person giving love to another,
                    particularly when it's no one in particular...

Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: friendship, giving, love, tribute,

True Friendship

 ~True Friendship~

 True friends are really a treasure so rare
 There are not many like that who really cares.

 If you happen to have one exactly like that
 Be happy you got lucky,so toss high your hat.

 Real friends wish to share everything with you,laughter and tears
 And like finest wine they just get better all throughout the years.

 They will be loyal,honest and true no matter what you may go through
 A true friend will not hurt you on purpose and she always care for you.

 There are not many good friends around like this they're hard to find
 Better just have one true than maybe dozens that are untrue and fake in kind.

 So if you already have a true friend consider yourself very lucky everyday
 And treat well that friend with all the love and respect that(she or he)deserves all way.

 Dorian Petersen Potter
 aka ladydp2000


Poem Details | by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: cheer up, children, giving, joy, love,

Cards of Love

Just children with their homemade card
Brought so much joy when I was down.
I was so sick my heart was scarred,
Just children with their homemade card.
To show their love, it was not hard,
Their love to me a peaceful gown.
Just children with their homemade card
Brought so much joy when I was down.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Contest: Small Gifts

Poem Details | by Jay Loveless |
Categories: art, autumn, beautiful, beauty, best friend, boyfriend, butterfly, care, caregiving, celebration, change, dedication, desire, devotion, dream, faith, family, feelings, for him, freedom, friend, friendship, girl, girlfriend, giving, growing up, happiness, happy, heart, heaven, hope, how i feel, husband, i love you, innocence, inspiration, joy, kiss, life, light, longing, love, magic, marriage, me, memory, men, miracle,

A Beautiful Reverie

Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing 
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when 
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths 
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile 
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms 
And for a moment I'm lost 
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love 
And there you are - holding it 
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then - 
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.

Poem Details | by Winged Warrior |
Categories: desire, feelings, giving, i miss you, love hurts, missing you,

2 Sides to Love

I will send my Love thru timeless space
No other emotion shall take its place
And as it lands on the many moons
You will see explosions of their crusted dunes

I shall send it to the vivacious Venus
As she prays nothing comes between us
But some will fall on the warring Mars
As he erupts with rage and leaves love scars

And if it should fall on the planet Jupiter
All will be absorbed by its custodian Lucifer
There are many sides from this heavenly view
Hopefully my Love will make its way to you

Two sides to Love two sides to live
One will receive and the other shall give.

March.04.2016   ^WW^

Poem Details | by Eugene Harvey |
Categories: appreciation, blessing, giving, love, meaningful, nice, simple,


true acts of kindness
quiet, innocent, sincere 
infinite wisdom

© Eugene Harvey

Poem Details | by J.W. Earnings |
Categories: confusion, courage, fear, freedom, giving, journey, love,

Reaching Out to You

I feel like my life is a clean slate
When I’m reaching out to you
I feel you lingering in my thoughts...
You stitched up my insecure frame of mind 
And stitched up the little pieces of memory 
That knits a smile on my face 
I don't know how to escape my poverty and unstable reality
I ask the darkness kindly, “Will you set me free?”
I should've drove on another lane...
Now I'm far from home…I took the wrong turn
And you’re looking after me while I’m reaching out to you…
You cheer me up with your appealing effulgence 
You beam at me as if your the sun, illuminating the sorrowful sky...
You amaze me with your brightness and brilliance 
My fears are tearing me up like a pitbull, devouring fresh meat
I’m searching hard for you…as if you’re valuable and 
How could you be so good and charitable? 
You’re embraceable…and I’m reaching out to you
For you reveal to me the truth that soothes my soul from troubles  
My tears are springing out of my blue-green eyes
I hate it when you have to wave your goodbyes
You mean no harm by it; your gratitude shines on
Untangle me from my demise and help me reach success
But, what is true success?
 I can always reach out for you, right?
Make me satisfied with your bravery and undying light
Take me away from my mystifying reality...
Sift out my remorse
Things are getting out of hand...things are getting out of course
But, keep this between us:
You will always be the one that shows me my heart’s deep melody
You drown away all misery…and you make me taste your glory
 I wish I could fight your wars for you
You are reaching out for me…but I’m useless…
And powerless – you’ll never find any progress
Where my life is heading towards…
But you won’t reject my helping hand
We should both go to a wonderful land
Please don't refuse this offer…don’t throw it away
I’m reaching out for you every night and day…
Stay with me forever until I die...
We’ll share our glory 
By taking turns writing our fascinating story
Will there be an open door for me to step inside our dazzling dreamland?
Will it lead us to His promise land? – that would be grand!
We feel so trapped in our solitary cave…
We’re reaching out for each other 
I believe that you'll remain strong all throughout our hardships
You'll reach the finish line in no it with all of your might 
And soon, you'll discover that delightful light
But for now, we're blanketed with darkness in this mysterious cave
Be brave..You can do anything if you put your mind to it...
Try your best and never be brought low by discouragement, 
Though we’re stuck in a warped-up pit
Some people will test your determination or push your buttons...
But keep on running!! Keep ignoring the adversaries 
They will run fast, but you can run faster than those unfeeling enemies
Send me your love and never look back or else…
You’ll never be able to reach out for me
Or vise versa… so come flee with me and we’ll always be
In good favor with God, the Almighty creator that makes our heart pump with glee
Keep your pace and put forth tons of effort...think of the marvelous victory 
I wish I could be in your shoes just for this terrific event…or we can both feel it at that moment of positivity  
Help me stay on track...trample away my fears…
Don’t stab my back…with your overflowing tears…
I’m reaching out for you and I’m waiting for miracles to appear
So that I’ll thank the Lord for putting us in good hands
Remind me not to look back...I feel very lost and scared – 
Scrub away my tears and fill my heart with cheers
Help me have an open and prudent mind, so I can accept reality as it is
I need sleep - let me rest and wish me sweet dreams
Or I'll be breaking by the seams…
Breaking by the seams
I’m still reaching out for you, hoping you can hear me
I hope you find a place you call your Island of Ecstasy 
If I were an angel, I'd guide you to your destiny and hand you the right directions
To make you truly understand that I love you dearly…I’ll show you my affections
Could I run with you? 
How far are you willing to go?
Are you running the extra mile?
 Am I slowing you down or am I acting senile?
It was hard to admit the fact that I loved you
Should I confess my feelings towards you? Would it be too out of the blue?
Would it open new doors for me or would it gain displeasure? 
Hopefully the doors won't close for the sake of our Heart
Should I trust you with my life? Will the dreary and dark clouds depart?
Why does it feel so good to think about you?
My heart's yearning for love again…that’s nothing new
I’m reaching out to you – our ascending spirits are gold, not blue 

Poem Details | by Maurice Yvonne |
Categories: beauty, giving, love, women,

I Love Passionately

i just wanted to watch her 
to look into her eyes
to listen to her thoughts
i just wanted to inhale her entirety.

her words were soft and tender
they flowed like seeds in the wind
i had no desires that would cloud her offer
and her offer was as gentle as the morning light
as powerful as rays of sun shine,

both and the same!

like the dove that flies effortlessly
but also defends the nest
and not an eagle anywhere.

she holds an olive branch as a symbol of peace
but like the mighty oak she too holds its strength.

i love women who dare to be women
i delight in how they hold us in their heart
without them where would men be 

i love women and their sensibilities 
quiet i listen and learn
later we’ll plow the field
for now i delight on all that she brings.

Poem Details | by Nicole Bissell |
Categories: devotion, feelings, for her, giving, love,


See the heart
torn from my chest
held before you
it is a gift
bloody and bruised
given to you
it swells and pumps
sings softly of love
see this heart 
it has ceased to be mine
it is not lost
but a gift
one freely given
full of hopes
bathed in dreams
can you see the beauty
the joy of giving in love
can you feel the strength
honor this gift
treasure it dearly
hold it close
remember the importance
never forget

Poem Details | by Carol Connell |
Categories: family, friendship, giving, god, love, people, relationship,

Tying Strings

Relationships we have on earth
are very important things,
that must be nurtured, nourished
and tied with many strings.

First and foremost must be
our relationship with God,
that must be tied securely
while through this life we trod.

Spending daily time in prayer
and reading God’s Word helps assure
the line to our Creator
grows more and more secure.

Next would come our family
the ones we hold so dear.
May we engage in thoughts and deeds
to ever draw them near.

Having quality time, selfless acts of service
affirming words that we impart,
these are just a few things
that aid in bonding each heart.

Then we have our friends
that may prosper or be in need.
May our presence in their lives be a cord
that helps them to succeed.

Finally, our neighbors, associates,
in essence, the rest of the world,
are looking for a line of hope
from some caring soul to be hurled.

If we allow God to use us
to meet the needs we see,
more strings of love could be tied
Through our generosity.


Poem Details | by Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly |
Categories: giving, love,

Gift Of Love

Regardless of our faith, in Love we can believe,
For Love's within us all, if we choose to retrieve.
Should we choose to leave Love in a dormant state,
Then we invite into our heart the bitterness of hate.

Those who believe in the power of Love,
Radiate and spread around all the beauty of.
Those who deny Love to flourish within their heart,
Spread misery around, since it's all they can impart.

We have all been blessed with the greatest Gift,
Though some choose to away from Love, drift.
The presence of Love or not is always crystal clear
In how we treat others; how others we revere.

Love is not selfish, cruel, apathetic, unforgiving;
Does not embrace greed or a miserable way of living.
Instead, Love is selfless, compassionate, and kind,
With consideration for others a natural state of mind.

Love is not ego serving, boastful and bragging;
Doesn't tune out a guilty conscience nagging.
Instead, Love is humble, modest, and reserved;
Accountable and accepting of what's deserved.

Love is not jealous, envious, resentful, or bitter;
Nor shallow, spineless, a flip-flopping fence sitter.
Instead, Love cultivates virtue, values, and integrity,
Making real in oneself a comfortable place to be.

When, our Gift Of Love, we cultivate with care,
We then reap to scatter Love seeds everywhere,
Always hoping they'll take root in another's garden bed,
Where there's being tilled the opposite of Love, instead.

When in our hearts we grow Love, we never have to feel
Afraid that another will come along and from us, steal
What we are growing and therefore, in possession of,
Because all they can take from us is some of our Love.

Once in the thief's possession, Love can only grow,
Infiltrate and change the current seeds they sow.
So, when we give the Gift Of Love and without request,
We can know in our heart we have given the very best.

In this day and age of money taking precedence,
Love is still free to receive and to dispense.
Love cannot be bought nor can Love be sold,
Making the Gift Of Love untouchable by gold.

We need not save our Love for special times and places,
Just for special occasions and to gladden special faces,
For the magic of Love is released every time we give
And multiplies within us when the Gift Of Love we LIVE!

Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2017-12-24 16:52:00 (EST)
All rights reserved.

Poem Details | by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: child abuse, giving, i love you, introspection, power, silly, student,

Part 2 You Have to Whistle

Neither Tray or I take any guff from adults, especially adults in authority; it’s a result of having had the belt when you are young, thus learning you cannot trust your care-givers or anyone else.
In case there is any doubt in your mind here, every enraged child I have ever seen, every out-of-control –I-hate-the-world child I have ever spoken to had parents who were uneducated and insensitive and in complete ignorance of how the belt on a child will break their heartsEspecially if the parent waits to use the belt when she is already mad, and mean, and the wailing sobbing child feels the out-of-control parent is relishing  using  a big bad, welt-giving belt on them  oftentimes Christian parents, which is why I HATE Christians so damned much.
Lost my thought again.
Back on track now.
Tray finally said, “You’d have to dance.”
If anyone ever saw me dance you’d still be laughing, but I danced, and danced and danced some moreI danced around Tray and MrHell and the Detention supervisor and the Superintendent and the incredulous DARE Officer  Boy, did I dance.
I did the chicken dance, the Macarena dance, the good-grief-is -this- even-a-dance-dance.
Then out of breath, I asked, “What else, Tray? What else can I do to get you to come with me?” The reason a great counselor will ask a child such as belt-child-Tray, permission for every little thing, is that Tray, a belt-child, had so much power taken away at a young innocent age He is a heartbroken victim of parents who gloatingly used a belt, flyswatter, shoe, hairbrush, switch from a tree, or whatever to show the child how angry they were about something.
A little warning here, now, parents, if you do not want to raise a psychopath or a manic depressive or a child with schizophrenia, please do not beat your children A parent who shows a small child their angry-I-am-going-to-really-hurt-you side has lost all respect and awe and love whether they know it or not at the time 
Worse, their little child, an innocent child who has now had  the full wrath of an angry adult unleashed on them in a I-will-kill-you-sort of way, a child like Tray and I, who have had the belt and immediately felt a broken heart, the I- have-had-the-belt-and-hate-everyone-now-children are going to need to get some power back somewhere down the lineThey can do it in positive or very negative ways, and thank their parents, please, will you?
In the rare case you are slow, and do not fully understand what I am saying yet, at  the age of two or three years-old, belt children are completely powerless when their ignorant, uneducated, I-will-show-you-how-mad-I-am-parents with mean faces, are giving them the belt, sometimes putting welts up and down their arms and legs too
This added bonus reiterates to the now powerless heartbroken child that their parents, their heroes, the ones they loved and adored, are now monsters, who might be hiding under the bed or in the closet, and might come out at night and kill them next timeThe unexpected side lesson is, there is no one to turn to, you are helpless, and we can kill you at will Oh, by the way, pray to JesusJesus will help you with everything BUT your parents.
Belt children are hyper-vigilantThey are always waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something to happen to make Mom mad, so she will have an excuseThey make great detectives, but not yet because they are children The real lesson, the one you want to teach your child when she is young is: please understand you are no longer safeJesus cannot save you here  Your mother is mean and mad and powerful, and you had better do whatever you can to not make her mad.
Lesson learned, MomLesson learned.
But let me just say, now that I’m an adult and I can see what you could notBeating your child or children, is not the best parenting practices Being a spiritualist I have to ask, “These men of old, these men who wrote the Bible to keep their women in place with fear, these men who wanted their women to hope for a good life later on, but not now as it might be an inconvenience to them, Why did they take the six books about reincarnation out of the Bible but leave in “Spare the rod, spoil the child? What the hell, you MEN of old?  What the hell?
A big smile crossed Tray’s face because he and I have spent many hours together, and we both knew  that he was now going to demand I do something we both knew I was not capable of doing”Now you have to whistle,” he said.
I stuck out my tongue at him, making him laugh, put my hands on my hips and said in my best 8-year-old-girl imitation, “YOU KNOW I can’t whistle!”
He laughed then, and could not stopLoud guffaws of laughter, and I put out my hand, and he walked over, took it and we walked across that cubicle and I put my little “Go away and don’t come back” sign out, and we began to talk We talked about the belt and how angry we are, oops ….I mean how angry and hurt and heartbroken he is when his dad acts like thatAnd it made me sad, and I told him it’s not best practices for a parent to do this, and I told him I had never used a belt on my children, and when he grew up, he would not have to use it on his childrenI told him it’s okay to end the cycle of child abuse in his family, and he was amazed and said, “I would never hurt my children,” and we made a pact, and we hugged
The end of a very good day for usA very good day.

Poem Details | by Brian Johnston |
Categories: life, love,

Giving Love a Chance - An Introduction

(A Correspondence Course for Anyone Who Would Be Loved 
by Someone Like Me)

Of course, it is clear; you deserve to be loved,
But your 'romances' so far are not going well,
It seems those you're attracting are all immature,
But, except for that fact, things "are great" you can tell!

You're open to love almost all of the time,
But more serious people are nowhere in  sight,
And it seems so unfair that they're hiding this way,
How you long for a partner to hold you each night!

It's good though that you're not ashamed to seek help
And I promise to work hard to further your cause,
No one doubts your intention to marry my friend,
But to be safe on road heart must know driving laws.

Your license so far has been "learner's permit,"
And a person must practice to play a good game
You can see it in ones that you date, not yourself?
Win Gold Medal in Love when your own heart's not lame.

Brian Johnston
4th of June, 2018

Poet's Notes:
I hope to make this a series of poems! Keep your eyes open!
And Good Luck! Noone ever has more love than they need! Love that overwhelms is not love!

Poem Details | by Frank Black Blacharczyk |
Categories: beauty, courage, encouraging, friendship, giving, hope, love hurts,

Clearly in Red Ink

She gave away free hugs and a smile with a smile
had a sign for all to see clearly in red hugs
included in the price a friendly smile in a world where
greed and love are used in the same sentence
she danced and waved a white flag of surrender 
a free hug with a smile a golden image does not return hugs
we must become like rainbows after the storm
looking for a hand to hold and share...except
some are like a sand storm blowing harsh and relentless 
beating their drums believing their own myth
words from pretenders who can't see the stars or heaven
just the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
the inmates are running the asylum or so it seems...except 
she danced and waved a white flag of surrender 
a free hug with a smile a golden image does not return hugs
she included in the price a smile in a world where
greed and love are used in the same sentence
it feels like a long time the water keeps rising
the winds ware me down blow me off course
torrential waves of anger hides the rainbow 
but we must become
the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
after the storm

 Frank Black Blacharczyk

Poem Details | by jack cooper |
Categories: desire, destiny, feelings, flying, giving, happiness, love,


Finding love in play all by design
Working overtime to keep one that is all mine
Magnetic powers not able to tow the line
Letting another love go that fails to define
Why must my life be filled with so much sorrow
I just want the kind of love that last for all my tomorrows

Opening my heart when it always seems to get blown apart
Laying my life out there being honest from the start
Lord is it possible that I may have some broken parts
Or is cupid just shooting blank darts
Can't put my finger on the reasons why
Always looking for the next love to try
Love that will reach out to touch the sky

With a woman who will find no reasons to ever lie
Things like that always seem to break this guy
Believing she is out there eager to fly
Needing this kind of sizzling hot love before I die
Not one where it all means saying goodbye
A real lady who will always look me in the eye's
Not one I will end up having to despise

Believing the right woman is out there
Ready to invest her heart and play fare
Has the ability to show her loving care
Lord, I know you hear my longing prayer's
Send me the right one without so many layers
I will await that special flower
Making sure to water it every day so it will tower
Love soaring through life hour after hour
Sharing the kind of love that will blossom as it flowers

Poem Details | by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: giving, love, people,


There was a man so loving and so kind

In the world another like him couldn'd find

With each word and every deed

With love all hearts tried to feed

Till God decided his soul to enshrine!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
         18 July 2018


Poem Details | by John Hamilton |
Categories: caregiving, devotion, grief, i love you, loss, mental illness,

There's no way I'm giving up on you

There's no way I'm giving up on you

We've been together-seems like forever
it's been sublime spending my life with you

In our existence- there is a distance
There's no way I'm giving up on you
'Cause I still love you!

I can't forget- the way you left
there was no life living without you

Such strange delusions- with no solutions
but, there's no way I'm giving up on you
'Cause I still love you!

My hearts aching as I think of you
but, there's no way I'm giving up on you
My hearts aching as I think of you
but, there's no way I'm giving up on you
'Cause I still love you!

Time keeps flowing- the years keep showing,
all the damage that this life can do

In love's deep ocean-there lies devotion
My hearts aching as I think of you
'Cause I still love you!

My hearts aching as I think of you
but, there's no way I'm giving up on you
My hearts aching as I think of you
but, there's no way I'm giving up on you
'Cause I still love you!

Repeat bridge and fade

December 13,2018
John Derek Hamilton

Poem Details | by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: giving, lost love, prayer, silence,


She wrapped her gift
  of outstretched arms
In passionate embrace
  of myriad charms.

He turned away
  He spurned her prayer
Love unraveled--
  Dread silence shared.

Poem Details | by Greg Gaul |
Categories: beauty, fear, feelings, giving, heart, romantic love, song,

The Loveliest Thing

You're so love-a-ly, so love-a-ly
can't believe you're in love with me.
The loveliest thing is this song to sing
your so giving heart - the love you bring.

Did I mention today that I love you?
Without you, I wouldn't know what to do.
When you find someone to share your heart
it's impossible to think of being apart.

Seems like we were destined to be:
searched the world - all the land and sea.
Strolled the spots where beauties abound
but a truer love I've never found.

For all the lovelies who dream a song
who wait for their lovers to come along,
they capture my feeling and deepest fear -
to have no one to hold - no one so dear.

You're so love-a-ly, so love-a-ly
can't believe you're in love with me.
The loveliest thing is this song to sing
your so giving heart - the love you bring.

Poem Details | by Billy Mlonda |
Categories: appreciation, friendship, friendship love, giving,

Lights in the light

Souls, beautiful souls, hidden
They shine lazily in the spotlight
At dusk fall, their luminosity is of hope
And our gauges of distress drop

Hearts, loving hearts, delicate
Filled with love enough for a few more
When broken by the heedless hands
They stoop, behind walls, gathering their patches

People, a caring people, friends
They came as strangers to impact this life
Their generosity is like soundless bells
One hand gives, the other blindfolded

Lights, lazy rights, glow
The light for a symbol of humble beings
Beings everyone prays for
They glow when you need them, and when you don’t 

Just as carriers, blessings pass through them
Ungratefulness doesn’t hinder them
Delayed by giving, they would have been rich
I pray, for more into their basket of blessing
Earth has daughters, and you are one peculiar 

Poem Details | by Marissa Faries |
Categories: romance, romantic, romantic love,

Giving Romance A Chance

I'll give you and romance a chance,
Only if you slow dance with me to trance.

I'll give ye the key,
Only if you agree to fall in love with me.

I'll give thou part of my heart,
Only if you prevent me from falling apart.

I'll give thee all of my love,
Only if you become my beloved.

Poem Details | by Al Parry |
Categories: anniversary, baby, baptism, beauty, bereavement, best friend, birthday, boyfriend, bridal shower, brother, caregiving, celebration, child, childhood, farewell, feelings, first love, children, for him, kids, freedom, friendship, funeral, girlfriend, giving, goodbye, graduation, grandchild, granddaughter, grandmother, grandparents, grandson, happiness, happy, health, heartbroken, hope, identity, inspiration, jesus,


Teenage Girls clad in the latest fashions,
Do it whenever they meet,
Grown men aren't afraid to show some passion,
When their team's comeback is complete,
They can say hello, they can say goodbye,
And anything inbetween,
If you open your arms and crack a smile,
There is nothing that a hug cannot mean.

Poem Details | by Yours Truly |
Categories: bullying, care, change, giving, happiness, happy, inspiration, love, people, senses, smile, wisdom, words,

Treat Others How You Want To Be Treated

The littlest deeds still go a long way
So better the world and try it today

People don't realize the good they can do,
By holding doors open and smiling too

Try to be chivalrous, try to be meek
Try to be humble whenever you speak

Others will notice the way that you are
A light so unique, shines bright like a star

Relay the message, conquer the kindness
Replays impressive, actions are mindless

We live to laugh, and love to be loved.
Turn both your cheeks, when pushed and then shoved

Intuitiveness is a trick of the trade.
Instinctive bliss results moments well played

"Treat others how you want to be treated."
This motto of life makes smiles repeated

-Yours Truly

Poem Details | by Star Light |
Categories: caregiving, childhood, daughter, dedication, education, faith, children, friendship, happiness, inspirational, love, mother, passion, son, thank you, time, upliftingchildren, mother, women, children, giving, love, mother, women,

Happy Mother's Day--God's Blessings to all Women--Your Mother and Mine

Your Mother and Mine
Tis Every woman
Whomsoever helps 
Any children.anytime

Looks after them
Fixes and gives
them something to eat
Cleans them up..
to smell sweet

helping them to live
and grow.
guiding their ways
Edifying thier lives
Within these earthly days

Your Mother and Mine
Always spending their time
Taking care of any children..
Giving from within their hearts
So Children can go on living
helping with childs needs
Fixing up 
their skinned-up knees
helping them 
with their broken hearts
Wiping away tears.
helping them cope with fears
Watching them 
grow through the years

As there are many women
Within this world.Care-giving
Whom is Your Mother.and Mine
Even some  have children of their own
Some are Grandmothers.Aunts.
Teachers, Preachers, Doctors, Nurses
Any Women.whom gives tender-love
Even women of the neighborhood tis Mothers

All the women whom tend.
to look after any children
whom go out of their way
bringing compassion with smiles 
giving many children. Love everyday

God's Blessings are giving 
within the hearts of many women
Whom choose to be.for many children
even when they have their own..
These women are tis as I see..
God's Blessings.of Many Mothers

There are many children
Whom seek so many women out
Whom they choose to call.them their Mother
Whom shows them Love.Tenderheartedly giving
For I know.this without a doubt
For many children come to my house All Children are.Blessings
God gives in many ways.all women Blessings of Children

Your Mother and Mine
Children say this to me all the time
Motherly giving by God above 

Happy Mother's Day!!! 
To All Women.
Even Mother's as Mine whom already gone to Heaven.

Dedicated to You.Momma.
as You always be.My Mother 
and many.You had given Love.Tenderheartedly unto
Tis be.Your Mother and Mine...
                                                 "I Love Momma"

Poem Details | by Andrew Park |
Categories: beautiful, care, caregiving, dream, giving, love, smile,


I was blinded- no,
We were blinded
I was deaf- no,
We were deaf.

But when the warmth shines and cuddles,
Gently on the boundaries of my fragile heart, 
Then I shall rise,
As I valiantly stand,
As I use my force in my legs and momentum,
I shall rise from perpetual darkness of dusk.

I will be then the next sunshine,
Kissing on the panes of your windows,
Hoping the sun shines one day after another

I will be noticed- no,
We will be noticed
I will be the voice- no, 
We will be the voice

Poem Details | by Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD |
Categories: care, caregiving, community, confusion, courage, forgiveness, freedom, friend, friendship, fruit, giving, growing up, growth, happiness, happy, health, heart, heaven, home, how i feel, innocence, inspiration, inspirational, international, life, light, longing, love, my children, passion, peace, people, poems, poetry, poets, recovery from, relationship, religion, religious, self, spiritual, spoken word, strength, wisdom, words, writing,

I Do Believe

"I Do Believe" 

The purpose of LIFE is to {Living In Faith Ever} 
to enrich God within us 
to an optimum level 
so that We as Humans 
can be guided by God 
to fuel out brothers and sisters 
with the same driving force 
to connect with the living God, 
to His existence and 
to See the Invisible, 
Believe the Incredible, and 
to Receive the Impossible 
to our everlasting journey 
to Heaven.

RevSamuel Mack
Copyright 2013