by Charlie Smith |
Categories:
desire, dream, love,
If only love befell your heart
like fragrant scents of new spring hay
the joy my dreams would too impart
if such a verse I'd dare to say
Feel the chances of a raindrop
touch the tenderness of a rose
pray the music will never stop
before the wind of winter blows
Let's weave tales of this love's history
I am heartbound, please take my hand
walk with me through all life's mystery
for what only we might understand
I know the sweetness of your smiles
They take me back to childish wiles
Poem Of The Day 11/05/2017
by Cecil Hickman |
Categories:
history, life, love, mystery, nature, science, space
Haze up in the heavens encircles this orb.
Half-dark, half-light, shines from above.
Twinkles of light appear to absorb.
Fractions of darkness within lighted glove,
Speaking to lovers held in each other’s arms.
Answering questions of science to some,
Floating around spreading blessed charms,
Listening close at times, hearing a hum.
Lovers for centuries, graciously, captured by,
Sweet serenity and magical mystery,
Others entranced with secrets, which fly.
From words written and spoken in history.
Satellite, orb, lady, they are all the same.
Mythical goddesses, gripped in flame.
These tales have spread so many games.
This object seen most nights has no shame.
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
peace,
When children are taught never to forget
conflicts’ lessons, to love all humans,
to honor those through history
who, selfless, wrought liberty. . .
Then will spangled dreams for
our peace be fulfilled
as God imparts
tomorrow’s
grace on
all.
For Brahm Bailey's (Your) Country 'Tis Of Thee Poetry Contest
Note: The Etheree form was created by Etheree Taylor Armstrong (Feb. 12, 1918-March 14, 1994). She was born in Arkansas, USA and is known for using this form a lot.
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
art, culture, history, poetry, sorrow, symbolism,
No words
Where there are tears
There are no words
Where there is music
There are no words
Where there is painting
There are no words
Where there is love
There are no words
Where there is passion
Words run and hide
Where there is sadness
There are no words
Where there is poetry
The poet attempts justice to the word
Where there are tears
The poet mystically appears
Where there is death
There are words
Proclaiming dominance to all before
Music art and philosophy
For not all are artists and musicians
All we have left are words and sorrows
How so very sad
And so very absurd
by Bruce Adams |
Categories:
love,
Oh, love from a distance
Such passion is mine
I never thought possible
An ocean's deep mystery line
Soulmate's hearts beat as one
From only the written word
Openness, honesty, is all it takes
World history, such passion unheard
Her beauty astounding, angel in disguise
Jealous Kings of Europe would have fought war
Her kindness and humor melt coldest hearts
Brilliant and creative too, she makes my heart soar
My distant soulmate, who I may never meet
Shared love from a distance, a powerful, magical feat
by Anil Deo |
Categories:
analogy, art, history, love, voice, wisdom, words,
Many march into a new month
Themes as old as winters warmth -
Love that is, no matter the weather
Poets write to heal, feel, reveal other
Ways to taste words, kiss reality
"Witnessing" not judging, that's poetry
by Donald Meikle |
Categories:
history, lost love, water, water,
Knee deep in surf
The water clung to her
Changing silk gown
To wrinkled shiny skin
Never had I envied ocean water so
But then t'was I who'd let her go
Drowning in green eyes
With fear of clinging ties
Holding me back
by Joseph May |
Categories:
history,
Henry VI and Napoleon were crowned Kings there
A hunchback found his lady fair,
But heartbreak comes to Notre Dame
As she is now in flames
Joan of Arc, whose reputation was maligned
Was beatified there in 1909
But heartbreak comes for Notre Dame
As she is now in flames
The flames have died, the lady stands
She'll be restored and again be grand
Where once, the hunchback, with heart aflame
Found love and solace with this Dame
4-21-19
Notre Dame In The News Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
by Stephen Tefft |
Categories:
boat, river, water,
An empty boat pulled up upon the shore
Would slide back into water if it could.
But if it has at some time lost its oar?
Well, just more doldrums that must be withstood.
It’s hard to let go what you love to do,
Especially what you were meant to be.
The river ever flows out of our view.
Our present quickly becomes history.
That doesn’t mean you’re no longer a boat!
Don’t ever let them say you have no worth!
From the beginning you were made to float,
And there is nothing else like you on earth!
So sit now, reminisce upon your shore…
And ponder what the future has in store.
5/15/2019
Picture #2, Life Spent Alone
Choices Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
by Line Gauthier |
Categories:
family, history, pride, rose, tribute, women,
Great grandmother Rosa
Grandmother Maryrose
And Mother Roseann
Daughter April Rose
Granddaughter Kayla Rose
Granddaughter Ella Rose
Love all my Roses
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AP: 3rd place 2021
Posted on October 13, 2019
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
allusion, art, beauty, history, love, psychological,
Come to my boudoir Cheri
I am here all for thee
In red and lace
I shall entangle you will love
Entice you with lust
Tease you till desires run dry
You shall be the knight who rides my thigh
In the bonny highlands we shall have our romp
Meadows and fields of summer scent and breeze
I shall wrap you in my honey warmth
Mine, all mine you will be
Wrapped, entwined around my wee finger
Enslaved with love
My love
You belong all to me
by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories:
history, nature,
Out of love foretold
in thousands
secret raptures from the old
Illusions coves for their powerful voices
A place where our ancestors once walked
Where trees listening
and disperse seeds of hope
Creation marvelous portrait
About the harmony - it is said
that it can develop strong band
It is a reality that can
compare with the wildest imagination
Ancient villages built of marble and stone
Wind chimes a rhythm that beckons
Mystery melody that asks us to join
13.11.2014
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
by Michael Jordan |
Categories:
death, family, health, history, life, loss, lost love, love, natural disasters
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
by Anna Hopper |
Categories:
age, change, remember, time,
It’s a feeling that never fails
To follow a generation
Triggered by sights and smells
A nostalgic way of thinking
A one up on millennials
Knowing the correct way
It’s all the vibes and feels
Of back in the good old days
A love/hate relationship
For the progression of technology
Every day we use it
But reminisce the “used to be”
An expression of disappointment
Across a slowly, shaking head
And subconscious judgement
Of how others break their bread
One thing is for certain
History will repeat
This earth will keep turning
Beneath our aging feet
by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories:
goodbye, history,
An ocean of papers
A collection of a lifetime
It's not about love letter
Documents and receipts
Paper that has been yellowed
from ancient times
Dust dancing in the sunlight
Everything has to be markuleres
How many kilos
Nobody knows
A new generation
Paperless society
Computer world ~ thanks
- A whole week with smiles, memories and tears -
18.08.2015 A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
by Joe Flach |
Categories:
love,
When she gazed at me
I knew it was my destiny
I knew the rest of me
Would tell her history
I was in love
When she spoke to me
I felt my knees grow weak
I could hardly speak
Enwrapped in her mystique
I am in love
I knew it from the start; I felt it in my heart; we would not be apart;
I knew it that first day; she took my breath away; I felt the earth start to sway;
I was in love
I am in love
She is love
When she gazed at me
I knew it was my destiny
I knew the rest of me
Would tell her history
I was in love
I am in love
She is love
by Line Gauthier |
Categories:
break up, conflict, goodbye, history, hurt, relationship, sad,
How do you say goodbye
To someone who has shared
So many days so many hopes
So many nights so many dreams
How do you say goodbye
When the love has dwindled
Explanations all been heard
All the tears been shed
How do you go separate ways
Without looking back
Without easing back into one more try
How do you turn and go
How do you start anew
How do you say goodbye
AP: 3rd place 2020
Posted in March, 2018
by Rico Leffanta |
Categories:
discrimination, history, humanity, immigration, political, racism, social,
"Make America White Again"
Will never make any sense
Despite the tweets of "GENIUS" Trump
Or Republicans like Pence
Brown-skinned people filled this land
From one end to the other
And though they had their differences
"Eve" is everyone's mother
Though some are prone to cast a stone
Or ridicule their brother
What makes a nation great again
Is love for one another.
by Kirstie Fontes |
Categories:
family, happiness, love, love,
I look upon a sea of flowers, I see your face, and we talk for hours.
You see we have such history, you will never know what you mean to me.
You have given so much love and care, I would be lost if you weren't there.
You give of yourself, and you give of your heart. You are beautiful, loving, and
caring, and smart.
You shared with me the love of song; I realize that it's been too long, since I
thought of you as you truly are. In the darkest times, you're a SHINNING STAR!
by Neldy Jolo |
Categories:
dedication, education, history, life, love, nature, nostalgia, peace, people, philosophy, political, sympathy, visionary
People are commonly different
Symbol of diversity piece
Pure race doesn’t exists
Color and creed are just an identity
Believe only in human history
God sculptured them from clay
People are equally created
Having many opposites
But respecting others taste
When everyone is treated equal
Nothing appears but peace in hand
Discrimination, disunity and, suffering won’t be born anymore
Written to advocate to suppress racism
Bandar Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia
10:30-11:00 am, November 13. 07, Tuesday
by James Fraser |
Categories:
brother, daughter, father, history, husband, life, loss, lost love, mother, people, places, sad, sister, son, wife
On a slope graced with green
White marble stands in proud salute
For beneath these engraved pillars of memory
Lie the resting places of heroes
A solitary green fir looks down
As if sheltering the lost and the taken
So many names, from all walks of life
A father, brother a girlfriend or wife
On a sunny day, they glow radiant like their lives
On a dull day, they stand out against the greys
For the living, life goes on
Tomorrow is another day
by Deborah Burch |
Categories:
home, symbolism,
Oh! Virginia
Come travel back with me to Old Virginia
The namesake of Elizabeth: the Queen
No other state possesses such charisma...
Oh! Mother, of this nation... evergreen.
The Old Dominion, (fifth realm of the Crown),
Birthed many 'Declaration' signers here
As well as Presidents...heroes abound,
From battles fought for Freedom we endear.
The Commonwealth is full of history:
From Jamestown...Williamsburg...and even Poe;
Virginians' Honour and Integrity...
Are still the code for living--not just show.
The Blue Ridge, Country Ham, and Brunswick Stew...
Virginia! Oh! Virginia! I love you...
deborah burch©1.3.2017
Form: Sonnet
by Archontoula Alexandropoulou |
Categories:
allegory, allusion, history,
Kissing each other
upon the ancient navel;
fragment of a love.
by Hgarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories:
life, lost love, love,
It Still Continues
Sorrow Pain Agony GUILT
Please forgive me LOVE
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
time,
To be immortal. How would THAT work out?
To keep a youthful look forevermore
I think would be incredible – no doubt!
Would all the chronic pain that I deplore
become unfeasible? That would be swell!
To outlive history! How would that be?
I’d know the follies of mankind so well
but probably have no ability
to stop the madness! Finally, what of
relationships when all of my own kin
I would outlive? How could I look for love;
watch them die over and over again?
I think it’s better to face death one day.
The spirit is eternal anyway!
An oldie
Submitted currently for Anoucheka Gangabissoon's If I Were Immortal Contest