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by Charlie Smith |
Categories: desire, dream, love,

Heartbound

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

Half-Lit Moon

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,

My Country 'Tis of Thee

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

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 Donald Meikle |
Categories: history, lost love, water, water,

Running Tide

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 Bruce Adams |
Categories: love,

Distant 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 Line Gauthier |
Categories: father, love, nature, nostalgia, spiritual, surreal, tribute,

THE ROAD TO MY FATHER'S HOUSE



The road to my father’s house
Is paved with hills and valleys
Outstretched horizons
And sunfilled crystal skies
How he loved the land
Each slope each field
With a consuming veneration
Fueled with layers of history
And virtuous sweat of ancestors
There’s a serenity within me
Sublime that swells as I get closer
Except my eyes aim higher now
Slightly above the horizon
Somewhere behind the clouds
Above the hills and valleys



AP: 3rd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on January 3, 2020 for contest STRAND SELECT 3 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  HONORABLE MENTION

Originally posted on August 6, 2019

by Line Gauthier |
Categories: family, history, pride, rose, tribute, women,

GENEALOGY ROSE


Great grandmother Rosa Grandmother Maryrose And Mother Roseann Daughter April Rose Granddaughter Kayla Rose Granddaughter Ella Rose Love all my Roses // ¦¦ \\ // ¦¦ \\ // ¦¦ \\ // ¦¦ \\ ¦¦ ¦¦ ¦¦ ¦¦
posted on October 13, 2019

by arthur vaso |
Categories: allusion, art, beauty, history, love, psychological,

Adele

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 Sunshine Smile |
Categories: history, nature,

- Once upon a time -


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 Sunshine Smile |
Categories: goodbye, history,

- Kiss Paper Goodbye -

 

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

Black Sunday {Personification in Couplet form}

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

by Joe Flach |
Categories: 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

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 Anna Hopper |
Categories: age, change, remember, time,

The good old days

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 Kirstie Fontes |
Categories: family, happiness, love, love,

Grandma

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 James Fraser |
Categories: brother, daughter, father, history, husband, life, loss, lost love, mother, people, places, sad, sister, son, wife

Marble in Columns on Green

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 Neldy Jolo |
Categories: dedication, education, history, life, love, nature, nostalgia, peace, people, philosophy, political, sympathy, visionary

BACK TO ORIGIN

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 Archontoula Alexandropoulou |
Categories: allegory, allusion, history,

The kiss

Kissing each other
upon the ancient navel;
fragment of a love.

by Deborah Burch |
Categories: home, symbolism,

Oh Virginia

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 arthur vaso |
Categories: art, friendship, history, holocaust, perspective, psychological, september,

Playing with Minds

remember
when childhood held dreams

remember 
when friends where real

remember
Anne Frank, child betrayed

remember
when poetry spoke of the heart

remember
when the psycho penetrated with dart

remember
those who tell tales true

remember
	the kiss of love? or
		the kiss of deceit

remember
	evil hides in rainbows
		goodness dances with lightning

I will remember hearts of kindness
	not the man spreading blindness
		remember

yearn for happier times
	not July, only youths summertime
		illusions that once made us happy

Now devour our minds


by HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories: life, lost love, love,

My History

It Still Continues
Sorrow Pain Agony  GUILT
Please forgive me  LOVE

by Sandip Goswami |
Categories: art, encouraging, jealousy, life, love, philosophy, violence,

Art of Love

This times, you would receive the two things from others.
Violence or grace. 
Jealousy to your success,
And grace to your failure.

So, you should not be sad.

Survival is meaningless with grace. 

Believe me,
You are the king or queen of love.
Try to distribute your love.
Don't want to see yourself as the beggar of love. 

One day, future of mankind will be written with your love.
You will become history.

(The poem is dedicated to my favorite poet Charmaine Chircop.)

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA

by James Fraser |
Categories: love, music, people, places, work, music, music, work,

If I Were To Work a Miracle

If I were to work a miracle I know what it would be
In selfish quest I'd ask to grow in someone's company

Then we could prosper sharing precious moments in life
If I could have the same children, I'd pray she would be my wife

I would treasure the ground she walks on, in joyous harmony
For before I requested this miracle, she opened my eyes to see

Many things we share, architecture and music are two
There's history and geography, she says binds me and you

But it's the music that cements us, especially with Queen
If I were to work a miracle, then this would be my dream





by Anna Hopper |
Categories: change, image, memory, remember, time,

Photograph

A piece of the past
A moment frozen in time
Another blessing has perished
Another mountain to climb

How lucky are we
We can touch with our skin
A love that is lost
That has come to an end

A ticket to our former selves
A free tour through history
Answer to our question
A vision for our ministry 

Nothing more superior
Not a jewel that could surpass
Proof of times gone by
Another moment couldn't last

by James Horn |
Categories: travel,

Show You The Way

Show You the Way

Isle of Man much history it is full of
Has often been called island of love
No matter where on or is your stance
Island is completely full of romance.

In between everywhere is well situated
When there will be enormously elated
If on enchanted island either close or far
Pretty people an added plus they all are.

God, great becoming island did make
So perfect and never made a mistake
Even if off course or may be astray
To Isle of Man God will show you the way.