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I’m driftwood, and I’m floating out to sea
as sun descends upon my home - the grove
of trees whose fragrance still remains with me.
And likewise, heaven’s work of art, a mauve
surrounding me, now permeates my soul.
Warm water, in the twilight growing cold,
is rocking me. Beneath dark blue, a shoal
moves swiftly; overhead there will unfold
the myriad of stars in semblance of
a giant carousel in dimming sky.
Those stars that glitter for the grove I love
will glitter too for me, where here I lie
alone, enraptured. . . and I think I might
drift evermore, enveloped by this night.
Understand a very simple yet important concept.
Love begins at home.
Everything else just follows.
Hatred from the world
Entails raising children with love and guidance.
Women deserve the utmost respect and support from their partners in their
Obligations as mothers to instill morals in their offspring.
Rare is the child who goes bad when love rules his home.
Ladies, demand respect, and value your precious roles as mothers.
Don’t you realize that through your children, YOU rule the world!
Written March 8, 2017 on the International Women's Day!
Besma Riabi Dziri
africa, beauty, happiness, home, pride, tribute,
I want to word my very Love for you
though as a shy child, I start to stammer
a beloved Mother, my sole bijou
as I am of your prime Land enamoured.
A rose breathing the scent of your terra
born and bred knowing no other home soil
how can I bear the burn of your Summer
anger and worry within my chest boil.
I want to paint my very pride in you
with drops of my blood and ivory star
then draw your nature and beauty anew
how would my poetry meet who you are?
To my dear mother, shall I, You compare?
TUNISIA, Your Love, I'll ever bear.
Besma Riabi Dziri
africa, art, blessing, feelings, how i feel, humanity, patriotic,
To my terra of roots
my allegiance I vow
I wallow in your fruits
and to your flag I bow.
Dream not till wake of dawn
beaming sun light I wait
burst of glee of no bourn
the feels of the soul, sate.
Awe chills into my spine
as your Hymn in pride sung
for Home in peace I pine
and love never be swung.
How could my pen, you turn
in a fine rhyming word
as my quill longs to learn
inking with grace and verve.
black african american, death, life, loss, love, sad, teen, girl, girl,
One night a guy & a girl were
driving home from the movies. The
boy sensed there was
something wrong because of the painful
silence they shared between them
that night. The girl then asked the boy to pull over
because she wanted to talk. She told him that her
feelings had changed & that it was time to move on.
A silent tear slid down his cheek as he
slowly reached into his pocket & passed her a folded note.
At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down
that very same street. He swerved
right into the drivers seat, killing the boy.
Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she
pulled it out & read it.
"Without your love, I would die."
Looking out into the setting sun
Bright orange and brilliant red hues
Mind drifting off in the distance
All I think about is you
Each day we are getting closer
but you are so far away
My heartbeat is getting stronger
As I think about you
I need your love to hold me up
When life comes crashing down
Make sense out of everything
When all seems lost
You seem true
Looking out in the setting sun
Flickers of hope I see
Foreseeing just you and me
In each and every dream
My heart is calling you home
Come slip inside my room
Lay your head upon my pillow
Waiting, wishing, wondering
All I think about is you
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bought the Mercedes
snap snap and chat
I never leave home
there she rests
in the trunk
with that new car smell
everything is modern these days
even my jail cell
Connie Marcum Wong
What causes me to love a poem
Is one that lingers in my mind,
A poem of a kindred spirit kind,
The kind that makes me feel at home.
A solemn poem that makes me cry,
Or one with clever wit and flair,
Or one with sentiment to share,
A poem that causes an awestruck sigh.
The best would sparkle with romance
The kind that Chris Green writes to prove
Superlative his words of love,
Melodic rhyme that woos one to dance
Under a starlet diamond sky
As poetry whispers in the wind
A sonnet forms in mind to send
Along with dreams to wayward fly.
Contest Name FAVE |
Sponsor Line Gauthier
What Matters Most
What matters most is obvious to me.
It’s hearth and home, kin and family.
Life is an hourglass and the sands
of your time keep drifting down -
drifting, drifting, drifting
downward as you race
to get in all
the things you
to breathe in
the things you love:
fresh baked bread, roses,
the petrichor of spring!
Simple are life’s joys. Give all
you love to all those you love, for
that will be your legacy when your
sands run out and the hourglass turns over.
April 1, 2020
for Chantelle Anne Cooke's "What Matters the Most to You" Poetry contest
The wind rustles your hair as the sun brings joy .
It tells your secrets and they are well kept.
They go where it is needed turning gracefully.
Will you dance again?
What about your joy?
Its buried now and your hair is gone.
Birds dancing and your bare arms reach for me.
Saves the last dance.
I love your cold breath and the heat.
Your almost home.
But you will leave as before.
Dance for me.
flying, journey, love, places, travel,
Fly to me my love
on the wings of hopes and dreams
come and be my passion
a lover's symphony
Be my guiding star light
show me all of nature's best
come and be my pillow
where my weary head can rest
Take my hand and walk with me
on life's ever winding road
keep me safe and steady
hold me in our home
Let's sleep beside the moon tonight
camp inside the corners of my heart
be my one and only
my desire, my love, my start
love, rain, water,
I am not a rain dog
With my tail between my legs
Dying to run home in haste
Away from showers that gradually increase
And then come pounding heavily down
Like sheets of splintered pearly glass
I am not a loner
Who leads a wasted life
On doorsteps sharing aching pain
With others who live rough
Deprived of warmth and comfort
I am a lover
I inhale the smell
Enjoy the caressing feel
Of seductive teasing raindrops
They fall around
With sweetest sound
Passionate the call
16th October, 2014
Contest: "I do not know"
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
absence, death, devotion, grave, loss, miss you, spiritual,
I think about you, every single day,
Since from me, you were taken away,
Your absence has left my world cold,
Now I am alone, with no hand to hold.
I wish that I could bring you home,
So that your soul, shall need not roam,
I hope that you were given white wings,
To fly amongst, where the angel sings.
Within my heart, your eternal breath,
Shall now linger on, even after death,
My love for you shall never cease,
So, may you always rest in peace.
Written by: Kelly Deschler
Gautami Phookan's contest - The Poet III
For Gail Angel Doyle's contest - "Eternal Breath"
Connie Marcum Wong
christmas, december, feelings, inspirational, june, love,
Christmas time was lonely for this young boy.
He lived a homeless life upon the street.
Remembering before, when life held joy,
Inside, warm and cozy near a hearth's heat.
Snowmen always seemed to share such delight
That he thought he would build one near each home,
Maybe joining in a fun snowball fight,
Always creating snowmen in the gloam;
Sweet surprise for families unaware.
Giving the only gift he could think of
In building each snowman he took such care,
For it was his kind way to share his love.
These gifts brought him such happiness to see
Smiles upon surprised faces filled with glee.
ring size 6 purple, green or blue
by your own mother.
How could she
leave you to die?
You were helpless,
bedraggled and weak.
When I saw you
my heart melted…
who could resist
those huge blue eyes.
I scooped you up
and carried you home.
You cried for your mum;
but she was long gone.
I gave you warm milk
you drank thirstily;
then fell asleep
in my arms.
I begged my mum
to let you stay.
From that day
you stole my heart.
I fell in love
with my first kitten.
Sponsor Ed Ebbs
Contest Anacreontic Verse 1
Jerry T Curtis
loneliness, lost love,
Inspired By Angel Marie and
Her Poem "Crazy Love"
She looked at me with tear filled eyes
And said that we were through
Then walked away, from my love
There, was nothing I could do
Now my fright, grows strong at night
I pray that she is near
To think she might, not return
Is now my greatest fear
I drive around, while on my cell
But she's nowhere in sight
Worried sick to death
I hope that she's alright
Perhaps she's leaving on a jet
She may be going home
I fail to see what this has done
But leave us both alone
James Marshall Goff
faith, , cute,
My blessing basket is heavy with heaven's gifts,
Tomatoes the size of my fist, eggplants so cute,
And fresh heirloom beans bursting with pride.
The sun, orange on the horizon, frames a pair of
Snowy Egrets above, wings folded in glide descent,
Angling towards their roost.
A solitary Cricket, at home in the cabbage patch,
seesaws a hypnotic greeting, then hushes
As I pass.
A Monarch Butterfly wisps past my head, enjoying
Nectar from scattered flowers. The scent of herbs,
Blossoms and love settles softly in my heart.
I know life can be hard, but this moment, just
This moment, I'm filled with such Grace from
God I only stand in humble gratitude.
anger, courage, crazy, emotions,
her sunlight shaded with clouds
burning love shuttered in pain.
rainfalls pour down on her feet
black widow spits in demon's face.
broken mirror hangs in the wall
she sees face dirty and old.
pulling down tears one by one
rinse the wound caused by his hands.
she caves underground to feel the darkness
composed herself while brokenhearted.
wait for the morning to witness the sunlight
free her mind to feel the long lost love.
fiercefully, she ran through the door
no regrets, left her home alone.
blue and purple paintings on skin
have gone when she dance in the rain.
life, uplifting, life,
Our world,our country,our community,our home,
Where we live,learn,grow and play,
Where after life journey,no matter how short,
Our temple called flesh will lay,
So lets move with no delay,
To improve on our living each day,
Look around,see what needs to be done,
Lets approach it as if it's all about having fun,
Let not vanity lead you astray,
Or with you the devil will play,
Embrace God,have faith,please pray,
Live life, be considerate,give love,
And lets make our life a happy spiritual adventure....
A blustery breeze blows through the half-opened window
of this secluded second story loft
sun rays pulse upon the silken fibers of your hairs
as my once dried out paint brush comes to life
The blank canvas sprouts wings
as your spirit dances in shades of
soft browns, vibrant yellows and seas of blues
capturing the essence, grace and beauty of you
curves so smooth and sensual
eyes inviting and intoxicating
cheeks a rich rosy red
little smile calling me home to
share in the solemn secrets of your bed.
Your emotions are evoked in each stroke I take
Your dreams and desires asleep, dare not I wake
absence, change, love hurts, missing you, relationship,
Your amber-umber eyes, penetrate me
as saffron sun sets on faces, ashen
Your suspicious mind raves with jealousy
as pumpkin winds chill our summers passion
your love transitions to winter's fashion.
Fire and ice keep flowing through your bold veins
Wild imaginations portend cold rains.
I dream of your ruby-red crimson lips
my mind won't rest until you have returned
the touches from your ginger fingertips
we can rebuild the bridges that have burned,
then, we will laugh at all the lessons learned
I think of your flowing cinnamon hair
mem'ries of our home, and you being there.
John Derek Hamilton
He hurries home late from the office
and hesitates out on the lawn,
the mists are swirling like her dress,
the moon is frowning down.
The music in her soft blue eyes,
that hungry look upon her face
makes him tremble like a teenager
fumbling his first date.
Hoping she's gotten home safely,
beguiled by her lingering perfume,
his wife and kids are sound asleep,
he tiptoes through the family room.
Bedeviled by such fervent yearnings
full-compounded day to day,
a strangled heart, a tortured soul,
old love, new love - there is no easy way.
James Marshall Goff
Last leg home, the sun setting in the polluted haze of the city,
looks Like I feel, my thoughts a golden glow, every brushstroke
I've painted filling the sky with my love for you...a painting
that will begin anew....with the sunrise
........with the sunrise
Though your footprints belong to you,
my heart..... travels your path
Endless, as it should be,
your destiny rewards my memory
-for Brian's INTERVALS contest....COLOURS/PERCEPTION/HARMONY
butterfly, dance, love, moon,
Yonder light of moon-kissed rays
on blessed breeze you lie
under cover of the milky way
reach out to every cusp of sky
Moon my precious moon
open your wings
open your gilded wings
now and evermore
Shine your sultry soul
here into mine
into the loneliness of dusk
near thee enter upon me
endless glows of your
Fly high moon my precious moon
over my wayward path
reigning me home
Mysterious lady let this butterfly dance
effortlessly in the glint of your romance
marriage, romance, travel, vacation,
A gondola floats o’er romantic tides
as you and I caress Venetian skies
laced deftly in exalted stars applied
by brushes dipped in hues of lover’s eyes.
A kiss beneath Rialto Bridge in spring
feels like our first so many years ago.
On every breeze, O Sole Mio sings
a serenade in city lights aglow.
This hope of love rekindled miles from home,
could be our chance to dream and reminisce.
Enlightened by a full moon’s wink, we’d roam
down Grand Canal in gleaming nights of bliss.
Our renaissance, a second honeymoon -
to Venice, we could not escape too soon.
Written 3/3/17 for Where I Want to Go Contest