lost love, lovelove,
by Yoni Dvorkis |
Love is an authority.
It dictates choice and consequence
and joins together all the wayward lamenters
who grieve at their loss of purity.
Love is an actuality.
It breathes new life into masochists
who wished to die a thousand times over
and prey upon the weak and fragile.
When you let love in at first, it may seem out of place,
like a foreign object lodged in your chest, a parasite
feeding on the brains of its host, thriving in darkness,
blood-letting leeches drain this swollen heart...
But love does not enforce kindness; only offers a gentle reminder
for anyone who's forgotten how great it feels
to give for the sake of giving
and not be afraid of his own shadow.
by Paul Callus |
a host of wild flowers vying for attention...
in vain I search for elusive love
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A two line contest
hosted by Silent One
by Rosalie Risley |
introspection, love, nature, visionary,
I dream of a day
when there is total blending.
Like sombiant in host.
the self extension that is self.
Total penetration in each other.
The discussion of eyes,
the echo of embrace.
My time wants in your love,
like brook surrounds stone
like breeze shivers tree.
by liam mcdaid |
angel, beautiful, beauty, blessing, color, love, miracle,
When you kissed me love
pure the heaven's above smiled
melting the warmest dream dew
From crystal oceans
buried salt upon footprints
underneath into sand held
A thousand shades gold
diamond light shades rainbows
illumination one host
stands beaming through the stars mead
by Pariah Love |
beauty, body, confidence, courage, growth, poetry, pride,
Your precious youthful portrait you polish,
Till thy cheeks dye rose and yellow seems gold.
Seeking praise her truth she shall embellish,
Concealing blemish under manifold
Brushes in prayer for brief perfection:
“Make lush my lashes, allow my eyes allure,
Veil in vanity this unloved complexion,
Feature me anew to comely contour.”
Who fed her the lie that her flaws were foes?
Who whispered she’d die unless she attain
A visage pure as those in heaven’s host,
Wherefore she sees her face and can’t complain.
Pretty pictures indeed a frame deserves;
Artless love, she ought learn, no mask can earn.
by Dale Gregory Cozart |
love, night, romantic,
As sable floats the shadowed night
I stand in true love's disrepair
beneath a host of haloed light
this lamp shines in the autumn air.
I stand in true love's disrepair,
of nuptials do my dreams now flow.
This lamp shines in the autumn air
corona of an opal glow.
Of nuptials do my dreams now flow,
my thoughts of crimson honeymoons.
Corona of an opal glow
now whispers vows and passioned runes.
My thoughts of crimson honeymoons,
beneath a host of haloed light,
now whisper vows and passioned runes
as sable floats the shadowed night.
by david mohn |
Encumbered soft with sorrow’s ghost
Alone among the torpid souls
A shadow grows at evening’s host
Your name dims gently with the sun
With every dusk, my heart undone
Old conversations – sacred scrolls
The night unfolds, our love rerun
Sweet sanity returns - almost
by Kimberlee jones |
Get you thinking about what you dread the most
Keep you praying its all in your head
you change your mind when you think about whats not been said
Hes out again, you just ignore what u dread..
love is a circle one to never end
until its broken beyond mend,
time is a gift dont waste it on doubt
open up your heart but dont leave your mind out
dont let him do what you feared the most
your a keeper not just lovers host.
by Eve Roper |
an impressionist writer, oil painter, and a loving role model grandmother.
I love the creativeness, easy-going, and wit of the friends I love.
Ideas of trying Yoga, Zumba, and host a girl's bunco night.
My soul feelings are an inspirational drive, love, and forgiving.
My biggest fears, are loneliness, lightning, breakdown on the freeway.
I would like to shop, melt in someone's arms, and dance until I drop.
Resident of the biggest state, the Lone Star State of Texas.
Bio Modified Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
by Ruth Phipps |
SUN SHINING, BIRDS SINGING
TO GOD OUR PRAISES WE'RE BRINGING
THIS IS A WONDERFUL DAY
AS WE FOLLOW JESUS ON THE NARROW WAY
HIS LOVE FOR US IS ALL AROUND
IN THE AIR AND ON THE GROUND
LOOK AT ALL HIS CREATION AND SEE
HE DID IT ALL FOR YOU AND ME
HE EVEN GAVE HIS LIFE ON A TREE
JUST SO YOU AND I FROM SIN COULD BE FREE
SO LET'S PRAISE HIM WITH THE HEAVENLY HOST
LET'S ALL PRAISE FATHER, SON, AND HOLY GHOST
by Joe Maverick |
Falling shades and bolder tones,
now are wreathed
across the glen and over the fells,
exposed rocks show like earths bones
currents of subtle air glow,
host to an ultra-violet dispersal
as iridescent colours inflow,
drawings, from a well of inspiration
my God alone does know.
Copyright Joe Maverick 2011
by Paul Callus |
fun, math, money,
bought my love new coats to wear
found I broke the bank
is my favourite sound.
Dedicated to my host Skat A.
Author: Paul Callus ~ Feb 2014
Contest: What Does The Fox Say?
by keith baucum |
devotion, love, marriage, romantic, spiritual, symbolism,
Dressed in light and wearing a crown of Olive leaves,
Love stands before Loyalty her husband to be and a
host of wedding guest. Looking into each other's eyes
the two exchange vows.
Loyalty - My dream of making you my wife has become
reality. I promise to hold you in my arms and keep you
safe for all eternity. I promise to cherish you and treat
you like royalty.
Love - I've been waiting for this moment ever since my
heart took it's first beat. Like doves flying on the winds
of peace I promise to uphold this marriage above the
clouds of serenity.
Surrounded by all the virtues Loyalty and Love kiss.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
by Joyce Johnson |
food, holiday, thanksgiving day,
Thankful for bountiful blessings,
We gather on Thanksgiving Day
To feast on the gathered harvest.
This is the American way.
We gather on Thanksgiving Day
With all the dear folks we love most.
We each bring our favorite food
To help out our hardworking host.
To feast on our gathered harvest
Is a right that we gladly share,
As we all humbly bow our heads,
Thanking God for His tender care.
This is the American way,
Thanksgiving is a holiday,
Coming fourth week of November
When the harvest is stored away.
by kelechi Emeaba |
feelings, friendship, husband, love, nostalgia, sad, sorry, wedding,
Is never a crime so earn me awhole.
For all whom thoughts were crack in noon,
And still do not think is right left being dumb.
Would in pre-nuptial undertaken sauntered, when lifted'd had imagined what the world is of its own. If it's a wistful pan of several host or A spiteful mine of volcanic tusks?
by R. M. Eichmiller |
depression, emotions, growing up, high school, psychological, school, teenage,
Why should I care,
Saying the same thing twice?
There be no reason,
To try in school,
When failure is nothing less than host,
To try with a hobby,
When no one reads your
Why should I care
No one listens,
Leave you behind
and you, nothing less than giving.
by jack horne |
By Sara Kendrick and Jack Horne
A small craft was put to sea
In mid-ocean it was set free
It carried but one passenger
A host scented with lavender
She to mighty craft transferred
To meet a friend she preferred
He was a poet by unique gift
She a grandmother equipped
A love of verse their souls shared
One should enjoy this unique pair
I launched my ship and then set sail,
And crossed the famous ocean, ‘Pond’,
But halfway there, I stopped to chat -
I met a friend of whom I’m fond.
We chuckled much and talked a lot,
(Mid-ocean, yes, upon a raft)
And then we swapped our ships and saw
Each other’s country - we aint daft!!
Written just for fun : )
by liam mcdaid |
mother, mothers day, mum,
One voice for me
Stands out like a mountain,
like a song sings,
holding the ears beautiful
Like a host of angels when hurt
Kind and loving,
gentle when I am sad
I love her voice
each day i carry
My mountain when I am weak,
my love for this woman
Is light years away,
In your distant mind
A woman of substance,
the treasure is mines,
now this voice in pain
I would weep with her
Bound by my heart
Now that's a voice
I would surely listen
My action in words
the loudest voice for me
My mother's voice,
to mum with love
by Raven Drake |
identity, imagination, loss, symbolism,
Is this the ghost within
Poking through my skin
Crashing through a mask or two
Rapping as I cringe
Is this the part that dreams
Is this the part that sings
Or the sharp tooth on a devil's wing
Searching for a scream
Is this the task at hand
The host that makes demands
Or some vagrant in a mirror world
Too worn out to stand
I thought I was alone
With this wind that bites my bones
My higher self, a drunken elf
Too spaced out to phone
Is this my shadow on the run
Some hope without a home
Is this the love I dared to shun
Or the god that I disowned
Written by © Raven Drake
by Mario Vitale |
brother, business, caregiving, confusion, education,
Shadows proned in pierced dark desolation
She waited for me on that day
A given chance at which to bow the knee to pray
There was a rich love I used to know
At bitter silence by which to go...
The interpretation of a dream,
No need for silence no mere solace scene
Never leaving your poor heart alone
As with a rod that Moses felt,
From a distance the sound of wild feathers
A whole host of words that were whispered;
As if you haven't already heard
In bitter silence we become unshackled
From the bitter place with cold egos glaze
The she suddenly spread her wingas on windows peak;
The cold chill sends a rage down spine.
by Reason A. Poteet |
adventure, memory, smile, star,
Graduating from college life
in June of nineteen sixty-five,
We recall in music's spotlight -
The Shadow of Your Smile - top-flight.
Departing from four-year friendships,
Some thought that nothing could eclipse
a love affair, they knew was so right -
Shadows of Your Smile at midnight.
On the world's stage, they’re newcomers
They marched to different drummers;
All but forgotten, tribute’s slight,
the Shadow of Your Smile became trite.
What wistful star may shed some light?
The Shadow of a New Smile might.
written 18 April 2016
Contest: Gren's Evergreens (Golden Oldies) #1, Host: Teppo Gren
by Ian Confrey |
I'm going to Australia Da
A year at the most
I'll try to be like u such a gracious host
So don't fill Ur heart wit a great sorrow
if I had the shillings I'd be home tomorrow
So tell me ma I love her and not to gloom
And make sure there's no one in my old room
I can't wait to see my family. My family the most
But I've made some great friends I don't like to boast
So wen the time comes for me to leave
My mother always told me keep a tissue up Ur sleeve
Is there work at home I don't know
There's only one way to find out we'll see how we go
by Anna Nomaly |
absence, dad, daughter, divorce, loneliness, love hurts, parents,
I’m not sure if you’re real
You could just be a ghost
I speak of you
I miss you too
Yet your presence lacks a host
We call, we text, but not enough
I fear its my fault but alack
The breaking of my heart
was when you did part
Without ever looking back
You held my hand but couldn’t see
The dragging scars you made
I want for your eyes
and never realize
There’s a debt you can never repay.
You can’t fix what you’ve broken
You tore me in half
Your shallow heart
twisted mine apart
Yet I fear to these words you’ll just laugh
by liam mcdaid |
devotion, emotions, faith, heart, love, moon, night,
Held under the crescent of your smile
in the purity an enchantment bell rings
New beginnings deeply the sickle cuts
as tiny silver shadows breathe with light
Illuminated stars sparkle with immortality
enlightenment from the dark side of nature
An energy field surrounds the host
formed in the ambience of a heartbeat
by João Camilo |
How many times did you lay your head on my pillow
Wishing it was night already –
dismissing the sunbeam and inviting the dusky glow
while the river still walked steady,
How many times did you lean on the window’s frame
Probing the crowd for a clue,
covered like an angel lacking our mortal’s shame,
with a gown dyed with the sunset hue…
No, do not count the number of mornings we lost,
One Fingertip, two fingertips,
Just recall that one day your bosom will host
A bruise from my eager lips…
Do you tremble? Then let your hair fade like a cascade
falling from your ageless head,
Beauty is born to command and cannot be unmade:
Night arrived, the day is dead.