by Lin Lane |
What beauty reflected in love's fair eyes,
a passion hence to become my treasure.
Stirred to flame, I dost fail to disguise
need in my loins ere want of fine pleasure.
As sweet the music I doth find profound,
tis more honeyed thou lips when touching mine.
Oh! My pained heart shall beckon love resound,
thou moonstruck maiden, unearthly divine.
Silent I shan't be, so near to soft breasts.
This besotted man hath nary more breath.
Grant me thy pure soul, not in mere request,
but let thine tongue speak before my near death.
I beg thee allow the stars remain bright.
Give thyself to me fore the end of night.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
January 9th 2016
by Donna Golden |
Sweet the taste of honeyed lips
Upon my own, now drenched in bliss
Nectar tempting, beckoning with
Passion's most consuming kiss
Outpouring tenderness so softly
Though hearts are heavy, they alight
Engulf each thought of rationale
As we succumb to this delight
Outside nothing else exists
While this rare moment we prolong
Ceasing fight and argument, now
We give in to the siren song
The melody we play entrances
As would hypnotic pendulum
Heart strings strum forbidden dances
As it beats a savage drum
Leading up to its crescendo
The rhythm pounds erratically
Pulsing, raging, beats the tempo
Until we find our ecstasy
by PATRICIA CRESSWELL |
i am the twisted sister of a twister
lava lady just learning to boil
my words erupt
yes they are mine
no matter the language
age or blasphemy
i will bid and they will obey
the garnet blood of passion
be it love or otherwise
will spread its intoxicating infusion
to heat the feeble mind to intensities
that will make the priest weep in his vows
and down in the dives where the hip grinding
sweat soaking miasma of lust cradles
blues will be reborn
I am the queen bee dripping with honeyed pearls
she who scratches with a stick in mud
plays keys full of white lightening
here to spread sweet hot spice
on a gray woolsock world.
by Joyce Johnson |
Whispers in the night time,
I'm haunted by the sounds.
I try to understand them
but they speak in foreign phrase.
Perhaps the walls are whispering
those words of long ago
when you whispered in the darkness
that you would love me forever..
I'm haunted by the sounds of night
and quiet of the days.
You have been gone for many year,
but the walls and I remember.
You called me all those honeyed names,
and whispered in my ear.
We planned for our forever
and I knew your love was true.
How could we know that our forever,
was not very far away.
by Sharon Tideswell |
Afar across cool waves on quiet shores,
beneath each rising sun her beauty grew,
as pure as falling snow, the skin she wore
aglow with radiance as sweet as dew.
Soft burnished raven tresses, black as night,
caressed her face then fell in silk cascade,
and honeyed tones adorned a voice, so light,
that echoed from blush lips in serenade.
As days and many months of time weaved on
she blossomed, as a rose of scent so rare,
yet of her many suitors she’d have none,
dismissed with gentle wave of hand so fair.
A lone and wistful silver moonlit stroll
unearths a song that strangely stirs her soul.
by M. Teresa Blaylock |
friendship, life, lost love, love, people, philosophy, social, girl,
I did not wish to leave your warm embrace --
I did not wish for our sweet love to end --
And though your chauvinism's a disgrace,
I cannot help but see you as a friend.
Perhaps someday a sweeter girl you'll find,
Who'll do just as you wish for her to do --
A girl who doesn't have a thoughtful mind,
So she can focus all she is on you.
She'll nod her head, and brainlessly agree
With anything you say, to make you smile --
She'll cook your meals and serve you honeyed tea,
And never stop her chatter all the while;
So when your brain cells rot from lack of use,
You've only you to blame, and no excuse.
by Mustapha Mohammed |
This in the greyish clouds I see
My lover's eyes like a phoenix flame
It's honeyed glow melted into me
When the mist drifted upon the plains.
A presence of calming reasssurance
That I'd suffer not this life alone
A whisper of hope,a sweet entrance
You've given in this life forlorn.
Each day brings its thorn and gloom
Each day a tear,each day a feared
When mute is the springtime air.
But you've armed my heart with joy
And lipped my soul with grace
When the world sought to destroy
Your love beaming down my face.
by Melissa Gregg |
Speaking honeyed endearments
Of sweetest potions
Mixed with enamored innocence
As thy lips dripped bare
My delicious desire
by Emile Pinet |
10th grade, 11th grade, emotions, feelings, image, love, trust,
Diving deep into the depths of her soul
my soul melded with hers, touching its core.
Smiling shyly, relinquishing control,
she seductively sighed, desiring more.
Flecks of sunlight gilded her honeyed locks,
like spun gold gently blowing in the wind.
We locked ourselves in time, no need for clocks,
or forgiveness, for neither of us sinned.
Our two lonely souls melded into one,
there could be no I or me, only we.
We no longer needed to find someone,
for the moment I found her, she found me.
It's no surprise that love evolved from trust,
but so did hope; look it up if you must.
(Sonnet/ Lipogram No Letter "A")
by David Smalling |
O how I pine your lips to feel again
To sip the honeyed fountain of your youth
And let your milk wash me afresh like rain
Cuddling to its breast the wet blistered root
I want to disrobe you like night the moon
And let the drums of our drunken hearts moan
In silk sheets of wind, my desires are swoon
In the lap of memory: All I own -
My fingers lingering at the curves, keep
Deep tumults of joy, O moon, come again
The rod is green, and too erect to sleep
In this slow rise and fall of pant and pain -
I remember too, a brown, dusky light
I before you burnished ... my tropic night.
by Pandita Sanchez |
kiss, love, romantic love,
I long to feel
fills my soul
with an aching
like the wings
of a golden
brings me joy and
in the brightness
of morning sun,
with the glow
of a million
Thrill me with your
let me taste
the essence of
the ecstasy of
by Panagiota Romios |
appreciation, beautiful, imagery, love, rain,
The soft heartbeats of rain under
our silvered umbrella home.
Whispers of gentle wind colors under
our love filled dome.
Ever in my memory this Monet
moment doth live.
Two enchanted entities who were
about to surpass love's boundaries to give.
That gardeniaed, honeyed, rainbowed,
Has made the ocean of my life crest in
aquamarine,charmed, forever, tenderness.
Poem # 5
by Debra Squyres |
tea for two
the bees knees
By: Debra Squyres 2/14/13
For: Member Contest "Ellip"
by Andrea Dietrich |
I love you! Your flowered eyes get bright
To see me simply walk into a room.
They follow me and keep me in their sight.
How I adore those pretty eyes in bloom.
My love, words uttered from your perfect lips
are precious pearls, fair treasures from the sea.
Each syllable in honeyed cadence drips
a nectar which is sustenance for me.
My love, you are the moon and stars to me.
I’m mellowed by your aura’s softened glow.
There is no other face I long to see.
Come lie beside me now the lights are low.
This night with you I have been dreaming of.
Let's make of this sweet night a dream, my love.
March 6, 2018 Now for Heidi Sands' Love Poem Contest
by Ken Carroll |
beautiful, kiss, love,
how peacefully the moon light
Passes through my window
In quiet waves and a settling hush
That is the way mi amor
That I wish to entwine your heart
I yearn to embrace you
Just as birds cuddle in nest
When the nights of winter start
I am a prisoner of your kiss
Since your lips have touched my mouth
Such scorching lips and honeyed tongue
That delicate dart between your teeth
Tonight a kiss escapes my lips
Flowing to you in your bed
But just as it left it burst
In the air like a bubble
And turned into a sigh!
by Kate sparks |
bereavement, blue, boy, childhood, death, dedication, flower, imagery, love, memory, mother son, remember, seasons, son,
After the lilacs have gone by,
before golden flowers bloom
we will walk through meadows
soft and blue
and feast on bread with honey
stolen from autumn bees
still drunk in love with sunflowers.
After the lilacs have gone by,
before red poppies dance,
as we wake in meadows
soft with dew
you will kiss my honeyed lips
and we will walk through springs
still drunk in love with bluebells.
After the lilacs have gone by,
before brown leaves of autumn
as we remember meadows
green and new
sweet dreams will flow like honey
from a sunflower child
with eyes the shade of bluebells
by Dorian Petersen Potter |
I love eating some fruits day or night
I like some more than others.Thats right!
Watermelon and oranges are among the ones
That I enjoy to eat more than honeyed buns
Honeydew, grapes and cherries are so juicy and sweet
And fruits are so good and healthy for me and you to eat!
Dorian Petersen Potter
by Adell Foster |
Speak my love of the dawn
With amber rays that grace the fields…
That our concealed dreams be now revealed
Grace mine ears with sweet praise
Of your honeyed lips
Oh, speak of love
That adorns the lands,
Take hold of mine hand ~
Flight of doves
Concede as you take command
The whispering winds stand still ~
While the blue seas touch the once placid shores;
Of this mine heart, shan’t be bored
As with rendered kiss our love’s fulfilled...
by Deborah Burch |
allegory, life, love, metaphor,
The Oak Leaf
Tenaciously upon its bough
The wintered, withered leaf
Sustains the Southern wind somehow
Like breakers on a reef.
Each naked limb...a syncopate...
In "New Orleans Rag" time
And time again to abdicate
This clinging from its clime.
Aloft, above, abreast a hive
Of busy buzzing bees...
The taste of honey brings alive
A temporary tease;
But in the distance, thunder shouts
And lightning cracks the skies...
The circ'ling West wind joins the South's
As every leaf mound flies.
Still sticks the withered leaf above
Like honeyed toast...cohesing love.
by Andi Abderrahmane |
Sweet roseate little flower
The evergreen bush princess
Dancing on a gentle breeze air
your scent in my breast nestles
to the recesses of my heart ,it travels
Dripping honeyed nectar, my blood it ripples.
Dazzling, joyous little wren
Soaring uncloudy blue skies
Deeper inside my soul
tamping down lovely fugues
turning every breath I take
a love song of yours.
Winsome, celestial little angel
heavenly wings endlessly beating
every void around roaming
bigger bit of my heart daily gaining
your image in my eyes swelling
your image, my sole known dreaming.
by Lu Loo |
romance, valentines day,
Valentine's Ellip Contest
Our first summer,
hearts were kept,
as you glanced.
just one chance.
let's find France.
My dear man,
you are mine,
Poetry Form: Ellip
Date Written: February 24, 2016
by Gleb Zavlanov |
When summer pierces earth and dying root,
And winds, the golden-honeyed flowers sweep,
And liquor rays bathe every bud and shoot,
Newly awakened from the depths of sleep,
When pollen springs forth in white, seasoned clouds,
Miasmic dreams, like visions, pure and sweet,
When gentle rainy mist the land enshrouds,
And tiptoes cross the meads on silent feet,
When sweet, ambrosial bloom shall sprout and bud,
And throw their dreamy breaths to weave a sigh
And cast their milky sap, and sport sweet blood,
And touch the Heavens that lurk in the sky,
It’s time, when fresh and pure is all of love
But still I worry, for the seasons move
© 2014 Gleb Zavlanov
by Ajitha Sharma |
beauty, i love you, love, night, romantic,
Tonight as the world
sleeps, come to me dear.
as the moon shines bright
and the stars
come to me.
Warm as chocolate,
drive out cold.
bathed in silvery,
tickle me awake!
You make me complete.
Come join me
in my quest
of eternal bliss!
Come to me,
29th October 2015
by Susan Ashley |
heartbreak, lost love,
Tangerine Time Rewind
Rewind tender time, lost love on my mind,
Reverie - honeyed heart now bittersweet.
Tears etch love story’s want to be re-lined,
Melancholy's grayish-blues stain heartbeat.
My folly foolish forced your love away,
Soul music's woe pulses rued ruby room,
Flame and sorrow dance red-yellow ballet,
Kiss, blown-wistful to find you o'er the moon.
Echos; your speak sweet plucks hapless heartstrings,
Memories mourned vibrates vain violin.
Déjà vu moments’ medley’s bliss; wasp stings,
Penance.., tangerine time rewind again...
September 1, 2017
by Bernadette Langer |
Some lover's lips with honeyed lies are tainted,
The taste can be both devilish and divine.
Past affairs with a white washed brush are painted,
Such deceit can never truly be benign.
For knowledge of these lies will too soon pester.
As heart and mind are never far from akin,
And in your conscience they will surely fester,
While all the while, love's hatreds slowly begin.
Now honesty is shaded white with wonder.
While treachery dawns gray with unseen dangers,
For sometimes love is naught but foolish blunder,
And lovers merely two ill fated strangers.
Beware lips that speak of nothing but passion.
Lies beneath the red will always turn ashen.