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by Daniel Turner |
Categories: analogy, life,

When We Were Young

When we were young we loved our fairy tales
A frog could  be a prince with just one kiss
Each cloud, a boat where dreamers could set sail
Imagination was the great abyss

Too soon we grew and lost our innocence
Found out that swords are never pulled from stones
That dreams come true but only with expense 
And happy ever after's come and gone

Yet some of us still wish upon a star
Believe that rainbows come with pots of gold
Reality is life for most comes hard
And love like water runs both hot and cold

Like you I wish that fairy tales came true
But grown ups know they very seldom do



   by Daniel Turner


by Daniel Turner |
Categories: appreciation, nature, summer,

Summer Love Sonnet

What's not to love about a summer day?
Kissed by the sun, the warmth of its embrace
To feel the cleanse from sweat at work and play
While honeysuckle breezes cool my face

With hillsides blanketed in purple vetch
Magenta morning glories and light blues
Imagine all the butterflies they fetch
A scene to romance any poet's muse

But when it gets too hot, I seek the shade
Barefoot in clover 'neath tall sycamores
Or take a watermelon down to wade
A spring fed creek, to cool, while I explore

That evening, in the swing, I watch  fireflies
Then pray I wake to see one more sunrise 


   May 9 - 2018

by Tom Cunningham |
Categories: funny, humor,

Chainsaw Blues - bawdy limerick LOL

There was a lumberjack from Borehamwood 
A chainsaw mishap took off his manhood
His Love life now a mess 
And it caused him great stress
So he made himself one out of some wood .  
                         ~
He went to bed one night full of desire
Sue his wife put on her sexy attire 
Things got steamy and hot 
He gave it all he got  
But with passion and friction it caught fire . 




Written 5th March 2019.

For make me actually LOL 2 poetry contest 

Sponsored by Nina Parmenter.

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: husband,

On My Threadbare Love

My love is like a worker's gloves grown old.
His hands are leather, roughened now with age
and years of work in weather hot and cold,
yet through the many years, he has grown sage. . .

My love is like a builder's pair of boots.
He's dusty and fatigued and still he walks
while trailing mud, but now his attributes
shine through despite life's many stumbling blocks.

My love is like a pair of jeans much worn,
a pair of socks with holes that have stayed warm.
Though time and all the trials he has borne
have left him frayed, he wishes no one harm.

To write a beaming sonnet would not do,
but threadbare love (in some ways) bests the new.



by Jo Daniel |
Categories: emotions, heart,

Hearts At Odds

Hearts made of wax, sent through the mail Should help relax, instead I wail, They will soon melt in time's hot hands, Loneliness is felt midst life's strands; Hearts made of glass shatter and fail When griefs harass, they don't prevail, What use are these hearts so feeble, Poor pleas of perishing people? Hearts made of stone are cold and fake, Even Love will own - "Hard to break", Will they be healed? How can I trust? Feelings concealed, what if they bust? Hearts made of flesh and blood, I seek, They won't crush my sentiments meek, Understanding hearts of love - Now, fear departs, before them I bow. ----------17.12.16----------

by Donna Jones |
Categories: love, marriage,

Whispers Of Light

Melodic laughter floats on the breeze
Fire light crackles and your eyes tease
Escaping embers glow, like whispers of light
They dance and hold us, this magical night

Nothing between us, our souls exposed
Twinkling stars - a new song composed
Whispers of light, grow hot and untamed
Tonight's promise, as of yet, un-named

For years now, it's been this way
Whispers of light, between us stay

Love.......

2-9-2014
©Donna Jones

by Abe Lopez |
Categories: love, sea, seasons

The Love of "Fall"

F alling in love with Winter; she’s ice cold dressed in snow white lace 
A ll the while dating Summer, who’s still sizzling hot
L ove affairs bruised with revengeful reds, oppressed oranges, and yelling yellows
L eaving Summer with a promise to one day rekindle their love

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: love, nature, summer,

Summer Lover

Oh, summer sun, all winter I have missed
your stale hot breath upon my upturned face;
your tongue that seers my flesh as I unlace
the strings on my bikini. I am kissed
by sultry lips that burn. I can’t resist!
I bask in light of day, and I embrace
Your penetrating rays that find each space
of skin exposed. I wait and plan my tryst.
And when you come, I’ll reverence you once more,
supine, as you would have me, to receive
your torrid touch as token of your lust.
In June we’ll meet as always by the lake shore.
I should not go.  So well you can deceive.
Some lovers you have killed! Yet still I trust. . .


for Brian Strand's Your Choice,Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest


by Phil Capitano |
Categories: language, poetry,

Dance With Me

Writing is dancing with words...
     a titillating tango with verbs delicious...
          a sultry waltz with rhythm and meter...
               a hot rumba with randy adjectives...
                    a forbidden dance with unnamed nouns...
                         if this has not left you wanting more
                         then I shall dance with words no more.

Poetry is a pure passion play
     of alliteration and words dancing in line,
           a quick-stepping, twin-tapping salsa,
		a seductive rhapsody in rhyme,
		     moving metaphors, measure and time…
			   my love is wrapped in this poetry
			   so will you please come dance with me?

by Richard Palmer |
Categories: love, passion, romance,

Sweet Sensation

Real love, don't act it,
Its cold,please hot it,
All yours, attack it,
Continue, don't stop it...

Thick,not thin,
Awwww,slide in,
Different positions,
360,rotating...

Open,when I stick,
Hard,like a brick,
Tock,when I tick,
Smooth,and slick...

by Lena Townsend |
Categories: family, love, upliftingtime,

Cup of Love

It is a family tradition 
Passed from year to year
That we spend together 
And celebrate with cheer

As the first snowflakes fall
We hear mama’s voice call
"It’s time for hot cocoa;
Come one and come all"

She asks nothing in return
Just quality time to share
Making each cup special
To show how much she cares

Now anxiously we wait
When leaves begin to fall
That cup of love to come
With winters first snowfall


Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend

by Daniel Turner |
Categories: autumn, nature,

Painting Autumn

October brings us panoramic scenes
Picassoesque impressionistic style
From reds to browns and earth tones in between
When nature paints those landscapes that beguile

The helpful sun provides hot yellow paint
Which bleeds and blends from mountains to the seas
There are no signs that nature shows restraint
As hues are scattered by the autumn breeze

Yet with her madness comes a masterpiece
The reason for spring's jealousy of green
Before her creativity has ceased
Her orange and black spills on Halloween

October means peace, love, and harmony
Get with your friends, enjoy fall's scenery


     By Daniel Turner     October 3 2016

by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: river, romantic, water,

Romantic Waters

Romance dwells in moving waters
Cerulean lake lapping the shore...
Moonlight cast across the waves
As the sea sings of passion's amour.

Kayaking on the Russian river
In twilight's softest silhouette...
Feeling the droplets from Niagara
Lovers kiss near romantic falls.

Skinny dipping in an aqua lagoon
To cool before a night of passion.
Lazing next in hot spring waters
Encompassed in aurora's lights.

Lotus blossoms bask in waters
Of loving mem'ries so sublime.
Romance dwells in moving waters
In love straight from Nature's heart.

© Connie Marcum Wong


by Anthony Nutter |
Categories: imagination, nature

Rose

A. W. Nutter

Your beauty greets me in the morning
To your temptations none are immune
Like life, our time together is fleeting
So I visit daily to bask in your perfume

None can compare to your fragrance
Which enhances the hot summer air
Causing thoughts of love and romance
Enjoying the company of maidens fair

Occasionally your dark side emerges
Inflicting pain, by your barbs and thorns
It's always my fault, I hold no grudges
I should never grab you by your horn’s

No other flower has enjoyed the attention
Of poets and lovers, and those in mourning
The versatile Rose is used for every occasion
To express our deepest sentiments and feelings

by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories: fruit, imagery, lost love, metaphor,

Sweet Citrus

I kissed July's hot tangerine lips
swam in cool aquamarine eyes
basked in blond and honey rays
dreamed in mango pomegranate sunsets 
of lime hillsides and marmalade roses
Years of sweet citrus passed in golden hours

One day I woke
to find translucent eyes 
in burnt sienna
as trees wept leaves
in burgundy and olive
Soon the eyes
were frozen in powder
Ashen shadows blew
across barren groves
of spindled spruce
and howled 
with December's lonely moon
But from my fire lit window
I hold fast to memories
of daffodils and oranges
mingled with the burn
of lemon tears


7/16/17

by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories: love, romance, seasons, summer,

A Resplendence of Sunflowers

As brief as summer you swept
across my heart's desert
like a Santa Ana wind's hot caress.
Now the eastern passes
are still as virgin rocks
unto a land whispering 
of forgotten wildflowers.
In your absence marigolds bloom not
with the disappeared mockingbird.
Only as the last petals
of amaryllis wither do I ache.
You brought me a translucence 
of amber for my burnished bouquet.
Love was an ebullience of golden wheat,
our laughter a resplendence of sunflowers.


5/17/17

by Sunlite Wanter |
Categories: love,

I Simply Love You

I Simply Love You

In the pastel dawn
	I love You.
In the red hot of noonday
	I love You.
At the green summer teatime
	I love You.
When sunset’s brilliant jewels fade to twilight
	I love You.
In evening’s deep blue and diamond stars
	I love You.
As I close my eyes to black of black,
	I love You.
And ‘til dawn to dawn, and forever dawns,
	I love You.

by Arturo Michael |
Categories: desire, fire, passion, truth,

These words are true

Here's a poem on white with pen of blue

With words chosen to feel me feeling you 
                          
Hot wet kisses in ink will ignite our bodies afire 

Ballet dancing in bed brushing strokes of desire
                            
Pen on paper don't cry love the way you do 

So I'll write this one especially, " All Over YOU "




by Dalia Shahein |
Categories: emotions, love, passion, universe,

You

They say it's impossible to count the water drops in the ocean - well I say I can when I look at you..
They say that human beings  can't live without a beating heart - well I say I can as long as I have you...
They say that we can't touch heaven until we're dead - well I say they lie cause I can touch you...
Sky is clear but not clear as your heart nor as your soul...
Sun is too hot but it's an iceberg compared to you...
Universe is huge but how can it be so huge , when your heart holds the universe...
Is this the nature fragrance or it is your embrace ?
Does the beauty mean a thing against your face ?
Your so flawless and perfect....
But...
Do you exist......

    ???

by emily humphreys |
Categories: confusion, lost love, love, sad

Sin in Innocence

Moon hangs high and white coats the earth,
breathe in and out.
Frozen air in my lungs; his touch hurts.

Racing thoughts hurry in a blur.
Warm hands on my back,
then run up to my hair.

Hot lips press against my frozen face.
He kisses me; my first.
Now I know sin's taste.

"Do you trust me"?
No, but what will they think?
What do they see?

Pain in my pelvis;
hot breath in my face.
But this can't be it!

Regret in eyes;
pain in my heart.
On the bed, how I cried.

I wish for a second chance; 
and pray to god to forgive my
first sin in Innocence.

by Lynn Marie |
Categories: happiness, hope, inspirational, introspection, life, love, nature, uplifting,

Innocence

A weeping willow gently sways amidst
A baby robin taking its very first breath.

They were young, in love
And knew no other
This was their moment, to be cherished forever.

Her body so beautiful, so delicate to touch
His masculinity soared over the sky above.

Entwined as ivy, united as one
They soaked in the passion of the blazing hot sun.

A girl's silhouette shyly covers her hand
As a starried eye boy becomes a man.

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: passionsweet, love, poems, sweet,

Desert Love

Hot. . . white hot Sahara sand am I. Turning, ever turning, how I burn white. . . hot white beneath the desert sky. In search of sweet relief, for you I yearn, shifting, ever shifting, I’m a dune. Each particle of me is filled with heat. I roll beneath the sun of afternoon, ever passion parched though time be fleet. I’m drifting to the brink of mad desire. Cool. . . blue cool, sweet pool that I pursue- mirages that appear quench not my fire. Blue. . . cool blue, my remedy is you. I’m half a continent; my love is vast. Reveal yourself, Oasis, at long last! For PD's Your Best Love Poems ((old poems only)) Poetry Contest

by Janis Thompson |
Categories: devotion, romance,

The God Seeds

The God Seeds

in the midnight summer solstice
out in air alive with fireflies
floats young lovers and their wishes
exciting moments hand and hand
hold the mind in solid silence
contemplating on the romance
to be shared in heat of passion
just a touch is hot attraction
till coming dawn all fresh with dew

with a sum of years, they ponder
deep within to nurture God seeds
of a rich devotion aging
from eye to eye and lips to heart
of the man and of the woman
imparting joy and love to keep
a constant growing in the soul
an empathy says someone cares
to walk together when their old

7/25/17


by Jo Bien |
Categories: lovelove,

your love

like my patchwork quilt
my grandma made for me
your love surrounds me
your love warms me

like a caramel brulee latte
sweet and creamy, thick and hot
your love fills me
your love warms me

like my favorite garbage salad
tasty and nourishing
your love sustains me
your love warms me

like a angel sent from heaven
to shelter and protect
your love a haven
your love warms me

for the many reasons
not enough metaphors
your love is immeasurable
your love is all

by PATRICIA CRESSWELL |
Categories: poetess,

Poetess

Poetess

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.