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Poem Details | by Daniel Turner |
Categories: beauty, i love you, nature,

A Peaceful I Love You

An early outing for my friend and I
We walked the winding path down to the springs
The uncut winter hay is now waist high 
And in the morning breeze it softly sings

Red Indian paintbrushes are in bloom
As are the downy phlox and dogwood trees
How sweet the smell of birth in nature's womb
Attracting butterflies and honey bees

The passerine song birds are in full throat
While woodpeckers and sap suckers keep time
Mid air, white cotton hayseeds gently float
So gracefully they dance their pantomime

And in that moment, in the tarnished hay
The gurgling springs still hidden from my view
With nature's springtime beauty on display
I heard her say a peaceful"I love you"

   by Daniel Turner

Poem Details | by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: dance, emotions, feelings, love,

Love Gently Rocked

We sit, relaxed, at closing of the day,
you turn, a record on to softly play,
then place, fresh logs making our fire enhance,
and gently bow asking me for this dance.

The song, we’ve loved since we were very young,
so often danced with, and so often sung.
You sing, so sweetly in my longing ear,
and with, strong arms drawing me oh so near.

I place, my head upon your shoulder,
you spin, us around our humble room,
we laugh, just as when we were younger,
you stop, to kiss me; then we resume.

Such special times like this I feel my heart,
could never last if we should ever part.
Then shed, a tear by thoughts of losing you,
cause you’re, my one and only love so true.

Music stops; we stay together,
in loves embrace, we melt as one.
With fireplace, still gently burning,
our fire has only, just begun.

Per line:
Verses one two and four have ten syllables 
verse three has nine syllables 
Verse five has eight syllables 

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Contest: Rock me Rhythm Poems
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper

Poem Details | by Daniel Turner |
Categories: appreciation, forgiveness, love hurts,

An Unpaid Debt

With less tomorrows than I've yesterdays
In looking back I have but one regret
Before that last tomorrow fades away
I wish that I could pay an unpaid debt

Back to a summer day so long ago
How frivolous we were with innocence
Two kids in love and way too young to know
Decisions made in haste have consequence

In tenderness I'd kiss away her tears
I'd tell her I am sorry for her pain
Give back the love I'd carried all those years
Convince her that her gift was not in vain

I'd ask for her forgiveness on my knees
Tears of contrition I would surely weep
Then thank her for life's sweetest memory
And with her blessing peacefully I'd sleep

  October 10 2016

Poem Details | by Sandra Haight |
Categories: love, poetry, stress, words, writing,


So bittersweet is this creative art of writing thoughts through words of poetry. So many say how peaceful is my heart that it can shape a verse that's part of me. They never see the bitter times of stress my mind goes through for every perfect word: the hunting down of them to bring success, so thoughts within my heart can then be heard. But when I reach the mountaintop, complete a gem that tells my mind it met the goal, the stress dissolves into a joy so sweet, and peace envelopes me, my heart and soul. Sandra MHaight ~2nd Place~ Contest: Bittersweet Sponsor: Kevin Shaw Judged: 09/11/2017

Poem Details | by Sandra Haight |
Categories: love, marriage, seasons,

Winter's Weathered Hue

The wonder of your smile is always there,
   just like you gave me on that special day,
      when first I saw you on my front porch stair...
your smile imprinted in my heart to stay.

Just as in spring and summer long ago,
   and then in later years, your smile assured
      my joy of knowing our love stayed aglow...
and now, past autumn years has still endured.

The sparkle of your smile from first-love throes,
    and blissful wedding day we said 'I do',
      still lingers in my heart, although now shows
a special glaze from winter’s weathered hue.

The wonder of your smile in early years
    that glowed with brilliance like untarnished gold...
      became my treasured prize and now appears
with warm patina-sheen as we grow old.

Though years have flown and age has had its way...
   your antique smile now etched with lines anew,
      and lustered with the wear of each new day  
brings priceless meaning to my love for you.

July 1, 2018

For Contest, 'My Friend, My Love', sponsored by Julie Leigh Rodeheaver

Poem Details | by Probir Gupta |
Categories: imagery, life, love,

The Classical Whisper

The tree is breezy you will come I know
The jasmine wind is waiting to greet you
The hands of the clock moving very slow
On the rose shaft sits the shining pink dew

The clouds have made the avenue so that
You can with the roses intact walk down
On the grass the glow worms at their love chat
Do get some light from them in the blue gown

The box I have left scented for the lips
The sparks I have all saved for the lightnings
That will set free the thousands of blue ships
Leading to the waves of stings and bitings

There you come it would be a scarlet coup
With the classical whisper  I love you
The rose buds loosening with the red hue
Reciting in the fragrance I love you
April 4, 2018

Love Poem - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Heidi Sands 

Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: death, flower, lost love, metaphor, red, rose, sad love,

Red Roses Fade To Black

Red velvet petals, only I, seduce,
With hidden danger under the disguise,
My fingers feeling shyly, I reduce,
Thorns sharpen, ready, waiting the unwise.

Before me, bleeding poison, I assume,
This flower withered, shriveled the entire,
A dark extracted substance, the perfume,
No beauty, only sorrow, I admire.

Withdrawn I wept lamenting the depart,
A rosebud, crimson, youthful, I erased,
A lifeless flower, never I impart,
nor taken with affection, I embraced.

Written by Kelly Deschler  October 23rd, 2014

Poem Details | by rob carmack |
Categories: animal, best friend, dog, humorous, love, pets, thanks,

Sonnet Chiweenie Boo

Your dad, a Dachshund once stuck in Chihuahua.
The best of both in you, with that expectant
Confusing carpets for the lawn enigma.
I know….the raining….getting wet….you can’t.

As coldness chills the room, a sheet for you.
The perfect tucking of in, but you moved!
I ponder, just how crazy is my Boo?
The sheet’s thread count too low to be approved?

Your dance in circles, spinning on the floor.
Rewards and treasures known upon the racks.
Induced by meals and that one pantry door  
In such a fury, choking on the snacks.

I know what God’s book says, I’ve searched it whole.
But still, I hope you have a little soul.


Poem Details | by Sandra Haight |
Categories: love,

Love Is Blind

Love Is Blind

They say that love is blind; that's nature's way
   to leave uncluttered pathways to our hearts,
so cupid's arrows see their targets lay
   with no distractions when love-struck with darts.

The eyes of love see beauty sweet and pure;
   their vision filled with roses and blue skies.
Without life's rain and clouds they can assure
   a state of mind and heart with no goodbyes.

If love were not so blind it would not last,
   for open eyes would see past cupid's goals.
But hearts once pierced with blinded love amass
   the strength to later see uncovered souls.

Love firmly planted builds a broader view;
   rose tinted glasses traded for the clear,
to open up the narrow paths, breakthrough
   to fuller scenes that blinded love might fear.

Yes, love is blind; a gift to draw us in...
   the bait is sweet, we hunger for the taste.
Yet this love grows to fuller depths within
   when planted in deep soil and firmly braced.

Sandra MHaight

~3rd Place~
Contest: Marathon Mile 10
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 01/12/2019

~1st Place~
Contest: Your Best Rhyming Poem
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 02/01/2017

~1st Place~
Contest: A Poem Written in Iambic Pentameter
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy

~1st Place~
Contest: Cliche - Love Is Blind
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 04/07/2016

Poem Details | by Bruce Schuhart |
Categories: angst, lost love, light, light, truth,


I saw a light from across the field
On a night the sky shed tears of rain.
I had hoped the dark would help to shield
My heart from sorrow it need not feign.
To the burden of truth I must yield
And with truth the burden I might explain.

The light shone on, then it was put out –
It’s glow prematurely extinguished.
Gloom filled the void and then cast about,
It engaged me and I was anguished.
Morning found my spirit easy to flout,
And all that morning I so languished.

Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: happy, inspiration, life, love, marriage,


Twists and big turns in the name of real love
Either it will mend or break a heart
If this feeling of love, its author is God
Involved persons then must render their part

He logs more on oceans and she on land
Friendship to sweet soulful romance, began

No phone-lines nor e-mails nothing advance
With only black pen and paper on hand
Both of them, grab take that one lifetime chance
Thirty five years now, they are on love dance

Skin gone sag, wrinkledHair now thin and gray
Holding hands while walking like good old days
Romantic dinnersRosesGifts and cards.
Hugs, kisses.."I love you", their darling say

Ageless enduring in embers of time 
Blazing better within embers of time.

written in iambic pentameter by:

1:18 am
April 04, 2014

__________________to my parents.:) Praise GOD!
SPONSOR: Gail Angel Doyle
1ST PLACE, praise God:)

Poem Details | by Donald Meikle |
Categories: animals, friendship, love, pets, love, me,

cat proud

A part of what you are to me
Knowing you are free to be
apart from me
and yet
I am no longer free
to be alone from thee
so hold my heart my love my soul
for you are all that keeps me whole
Upon this sea of life and storm
I hold your love to light and warm
my every breath
on every turn with you I yearn to be
to hold you close to feel you blink
your breath upon my face
refreshes me as we embrace
and then I sink to deep contented sleep
a well fed cat
in Summer sun
whose furry dreams 
have just begun
paws atingle purrs  aloud 
whisker flicking joy and proud
as only cats can be

Poem Details | by Samuel Robinson |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, emotions, image, love, romance, romantic,

Fate's Occasion

Singular and thus finite
begins the spiral's spinning plight
of eminent foretold collision
love commences in a vision

Unbeknownst before the time
an effigy that burns the mind
now filters clear, emotions raw,
the present image striking awe

Eyes and hair on perfect face
with pouted mouth, the heart doth race
into the thoughts, how to proceed?
laggardly?..with godly speed?

Clumsily one gathers poise
do thine drums work? there is no noise
at the point, this cosmic stead 
a vocal soul must forge ahead

Words abashed but striking through
perceived by them, return to you
is that a chorus sounding there?
without belief just simper stare

Lives become one single strand
as two entangle by the hand
joy begins to warmly swell
for fate's occasion, two hearts fell

Poem Details | by cameron holden |
Categories: happiness, love, love, morning, i love you,

Fresh air

Your eyes sparkle like lapis lazulite
As your hair cascades down your face
Your skin glows like morning sunset
And as i look at you i think are you an Angel tonight?

Your a breath of fresh air in a world of hate
And looking at you i see my soul mate
And i long too hold u close in the darkest night
And as our eyes meet like 2 stars lost in the cold lonely night

As the word i love you carries on the cool morning air
And as i run my fingers through your hair
So let me reassure you i will always be there
I love you now and forever I will be there

Poem Details | by R.A. Marschall |
Categories: conflict, deep, destiny, love, true love,

A Love Beyond Comprehension

She sat in the moonlight, her back to the bay,
Absorbed in thoughts of her own destruction.
A fortnight ago she had come to the rock;
At the break in the surf where the eddies pooled -
A night set afire by a bright blue moon.
As the surge crashed the rocks, the mist wet her face;
The dampness of the sea, like a petrichor.
Something other than the real presence of life;
A spirit or embodiment she could feel.
As she leaned into the soft spray of the sea,
She made out his form moving slowly towards her -
Not making a sound, like a leaf in the wind.
Sensing love beyond mortal comprehension,
She was drawn, into his embrace of passion.
Her mind whirled in the rapture of the moment,
As she was drawn ever further to his arms.
Voices like angels echoed on the seashore;
As the Heaven's grew brighter, she kissed his lips
Swaying in the endearment of her pleasure,
Giving a way to an enchantment unheard.
The surf splashed on the soft, wet sands, sending waves,
Over the water's bottom in rounded shapes.
What was unsaid more than spoke volumes that eve,
Eyes though unseen, peered deeply into her heart.
This strange man from perhaps yet another world,
Giving vent to a love, she cannot fathom.
An apparition lovely, yet sinister;
A figment in the night without any form.
Why was it she who stumbled, and found new love;
Was this a ghost of her imagination?
Yet somehow she feels his soft, warm embraces;
Somehow she could sense an omnipotent love.
He is her confidente, soulmate, new age friend;
She could never escape from these bonds so strong.
The sea stings her face, salt sends tears to her eyes.
She faces the moon, sees the smile on his face.
She knows now her destiny - what she must do;
Holding his hand they'll walk as one to the sea.

Poem Details | by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: absence, addiction, sad love,

Paris Whore In The Fog

All evening fog is settled from the ground,
not right in where it goes, nor where it's found;
the Seine makes distance to each barren tree
unmeasured from the mind to what should be,
and blended to the world that's all around.

And from the limestone walls, echos the tap
of femininity, in evening wrap;
she's hurried, lest the night finds her alone
and vulnerable to  Paris she's not known;
yet she's desirous of what couldn't hap.

The corner street lamps lend their halo'd light
grotesque in their own way, as if they might
leap out of time and drag her by the throat
and cast her down into a timeless moat,
where she would die alone 'for ends this night.

She clutches to her breasts, where minds go mad,
as if it's all the love they've ever had,
but she will cry all night, when she's alone
into the pillow love has never known,
and that's what makes her tale so very sad.

Her plea's for love, that doesn't have to end,
like only poets deem to comprehend,
but all she finds are bodies falling on
what she has sold from evening to the dawn,
and not a one could even be a friend.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Poem Details | by Mike Gentile |
Categories: desire, longing, love, pain,

Footsteps in the Hall

I wait to hear your footsteps in the hall
     The night is low and I a wretched beast
The pain of empty arms will not relent
     As I lay down my head to try and rest

The violet night winds begin to blow
     They whisper of the songs you sang to me
It silences the torture and the fear
     That you may not return to me tonight

I taste your lips in wine stained tears of love
     The fire’s warmth, a hopeless substitute
I wait to hear your footsteps in the hall
     I’ll wait, my love, until we are as one

Dated 6/15/17
for Blank Verse II
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy

Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: longing, love, romantic, sweet,

I Want To Be Yours

I want to be....

Your rose without a single thorn,
Your rainbow without a summer storm,
Your oyster, which contains a pearl,
Yet nobody is perfect, and I'm just a girl,
I promise I will do my very best,
To love you better than all the rest.

I want to be....

One half of our unbroken heart,
Your new beginning for love to start,
Your laughter that never ends,
Your arrow that Cupid sends,
The key that unlocks your heart,
The one with whom you never part.

I want to be....

Your sunshine without a cloudy day,
Your moonlight there to light your way,
Your music to the lyrics of a song,
A love you've longed for, for so long,
Your inspiration I want to be,
For your words of divine poetry.

Written by: Kelly Deschler

The Sweetest Touches of Verse Contest

(Iambic Tetrameter)

Poem Details | by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: child, happy, love, memory, passion, son,

Precious Stones

Little boy with heavy pockets 
Make my eyes pop out their sockets.
Every stone your eyes find shiny,
Whether big, however tiny.
You swoop them up, your pockets full
Every stone has magical pull.
Your shelves all lined with precious stones
You polished as you brought them home.
Before you go to bed each night 
You feel each one holding them tight.
Then as you sleep snug in your bed
Precious stones sparkle in your head.

Anthony Slausen’s Contest 
Precious Stones and Gems 

Poem Details | by Catherine Mary Airan |
Categories: assonance, caregiving, christian, christmas, hindi, holocaust, love,


I traveled the world
And though it is vast
I still need a truth
That would always last

Studied some books
And know my mind too
The whole time God knows
Only love will do

Studied Religion and 
Forever I found
Even God loves Love
On this I expound

My Mom in my life
Always there for me
Taught me that true love
Would there always be

Love doesn't judge man
And I'm very free
From color or type
Of good company

True love doesn't die
"Oh Love, you'll abound,"
Despite all the bad
You'll stand your ground

Love's the Law for me
We are always free
Love keeps me alive
This is Love's decree.

Poem Details | by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: heart, love, music, romantic, soulmate,

The Sweet Scent of your Soul

You speak my name a tone that chimes so sweet,
Then gently stroke my heartstrings and you can.
You sing the song of love when our eyes meet,
I feel the music flow through you sweet man.

You take my hand and gently kiss my palm,
Then place it lovingly upon your cheek.
You know my moods, you have become my calm,
Your arm around my shoulder makes me weak.

Your love for me, it rushes through each bone,
You fill me up and make me my best whole.
I love to hear your heart beat its sweet tone,
You've shown to me, the sweet scent of your soul.

Anthony Slausen’s Contest: 
The Scent of your Soul

Poem Details | by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: cat, love,


He waits for chance to settle on my jeans,
This gentle relative of wild felines.
He starts to purr as he lands in my lap.
It is his preferred place to take a nap.
He paws my hand to get himself a pat,
Aware he is my beloved, pampered cat.
I know the routine, it's been well rehearsed
And wonder which of us will nod off first.

He looks at me with loving eyes of green,
A brilliant color not on humans seen.
We nestle down in comfort of my chair.
No place on earth a more contented pair.
Although my work awaits, I do not move,
For I too need a time of purrfect love.

By: Joyce Johnson
Written and submitted 9/21/14

Poem Details | by John Squires |
Categories: love, romantic,

When I Think of You

When I think of you surely I could fly
When you’re away I feel like I could cry
My heart beats fast whenever you are near
I think of your sweet voice I love to hear
Bright memories of you they fill my day
I dream of you whenever I’m away 
My love, sweet fragrance come again to me
I know when we’re together we are free

Poem Details | by Lana Judnic |
Categories: life, love, stress,


If I would be stronger,
without crucial mistakes,
if I would have last longer,
wouldn't step on the brakes.
Wouldn't consider an ending,
surrender at last,
get depressed at a bird sing
I would live with a blast.
But youth keeps me safe,
would not live without me,
I slide with the wave,
for youth I'm building a family tree.
But as I collect brick blocks,
I still slide against rocks.

Written on:
04/08/2016 (by the European date format)
All I could do was surrender - Shakespearean Sonnet - Poetry Contest

Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: hope, longing, ocean, romantic, sad love, sea,

The Signal

The castle tower stands there tall and proud,
Awaiting for your safely coming home,
Just as I do, with tears that freely flow;
Salt water tears that pool are not my own,
The salty ocean droplets sting the eyes.
I am alone, in sorrows well nigh drowned,
And you alone, amongst the raging tides.
This white cloth waves to you amid the winds
That blow your ship to my own sandy shore--
My heart a wind-tossed stormy cloud no more.

Up here beside the stately castle wall,
Enfolded safely home within your arms,
The tears that from my eyes unbidden fall
Reflect your face alight with joys and charms:
There lie forgotten all my dread alarms.
I am with you, by jubilation drowned,
And you with me, the waves a distant sound.

Written by: Kelly Deschler & Isaiah Zerbst

For Shadow Hamilton's "Team Work" contest.
September 7, 2013 - September 14, 2013

Forms: Iambic Pentameter & Rhyme Royal 

Based on the painting of the same title by William Powell Frith, 1858

Poem Details | by Bruce Schuhart |
Categories: lost love, words, autumn,


I heard her calling from deep in the wind,
From someplace too far away.
A muffled voice, some shapeless words-
What was it she was trying to say?

I turned my head and strained to hear,
But her words were a jumble of sound.
They were tossed about like the dying leaves
That carelessly blew on the ground.

I gave up listening and started away,
But paused once more in my track.
I heard again- or so I thought-
What could have been “Please, come back!”

But those words too, were quickly lost
As the wind gave them formless flight.
They were stolen away in the autumn air
And disappeared in the encroaching night.

Poem Details | by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: art, black african american, death, dedication, depression, fantasy, friendship, loss, lost love, love, mystery, romance, life, love, paris,

The Death Of Marie Antoinette

Songwriters set their words about her style
and artists make pursuit to paint her smile
but all the light that's Paris, shows,
her heart and soul to only those
who come to fall in love for just while.

But knowing this, my wondering still lies
as I recall Marie, her face,her eyes,
and she is just a memory
though what I'd have to always be,
if time was mine and not a thing that flies.

I trace my blood and line of ancestry
down through some troubled times of history
or is it that I've journeyed long
from when my life went all so wrong
but it's so far removed, my mind can't see?

These questions rake my mind and leave me cold,
Am I my father who's still growing old;
and who is she, to go away
to deju vu--to yesterday,
or has she layed our love to times' unfold?

I guess I'll find her on Champs Elysees,
or in the Champ de Mars, where children play
or where one day the guillotine
cut life away, and cut it clean,
but this is now, and that was yesterday.

O! I would lay my neck under the blade;
if there would ever be a diff'rence made
to end the pain she left in me
and stop the love for my Marie
but love--this love for her can never fade.

And so, as other loves they come and go,
as Paris says, and Paris makes it so,
I wait and wander by the Seine
but know not where, and know not when,
for love of my Marie, she'll come, I know.
© RON WILSON aka vee bdosa

Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: feelings, love, sweet,


 Cozy night bubbles a crimson delight
    Moon and stars tango on angelic heights
       Beside, pillowed the apple of my eye
   His breathing languidly rhythmic with mine

      His thudding heartbeat a stellar of light
  Arch strong features - repleting me with might
     The silence - a roaring serenity
         Next to him my euphoric ecstasy

     I adoringly stare on his presence
  Memorizing fully his very essence
      Touch of cotton - soft, I run my fingers
         To each square inch, I caress to linger
       Wrapped tight in his musky heavenly  scent

              Praying forever not only for rent
        But soon..I must leave you not to sin more
     Saving you from patches of harlequin
         I thank heavens for this amazing date
              Hating me is better than sinful fate

(c) Olive Eloisa
6:31 pm
May, 25, 2014

Inspired by the poem Silent Nights of Arthur Vaso with a twist

first GOd be the glory.!

Poem Details | by Gene Bourne |
Categories: allusion, confusion, dedication, emotions, feelings, first love, funny, funny love, humorous, relationship, social,

A Boxcar Named Desire

No, we weren't a couple one expected
"What could she be thinking", one reflected
Yet we held an undefined attraction; 
Some subconscious neuron interaction

After weeks we gathered our composure 
Time to face my parents' first exposure
True, your looks were just a bit off kelter(sic)
Poets often live at homeless shelters

Mother stiffened, held her throat, and gasped
Father never moved, in shock perhaps
Then we vowed to do what we must do
Freight trains leave at seven, ten and two.

Gene Bourne


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: feelings, life, loneliness, love, relationship, sorrow,


TRICK OF LIGHT Moonlight beams that streams are treacherous, dear. They shine yet leaving some lovers bewitch. I gaze at you one last time while you sleep for you might wake, tasting tears from my lips. This night, my love, please ask moonlight to stay to watch over you while I steal away. Harsh is the light that forms a beloved that in each dusk growing thin and distant. Cruel like sun's glare is the brown eyes that answers fond brilliance of another gaze. Our bittersweet love shuns: a lantern dim, Always this treachery can never be. In blessed eve, we dance again, You and I, the refuge (I felt) swells on shadows warmth these the recesses of our whispered vows-- flashes of white hope for my weary soul. I cower winter low before sin stabs. Again, this treachery can never be. Breathless in butterfly prayer for peace; a final ace for a vestige of pride. Dear,[oh dear...] though I shall steal away soon my heart will stay with you forevermore I blow this thine words up in the cold air: "May he ,who holds you today, forgives me -- for once, twice I have stolen you from him..." ___________________________________________________ ©OEGuillermo 01:36 pm, February 20, 2015 Sponsor: Giorgio AV Contest Name: Structured forms-Iambic verse - Recite and analyze a fictional event - (Top Gun Poetry) Placed 2nd