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Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: first love, happiness, innocence,

Lips Forever Joined

Kiss me passionately
Kiss with untetherd lips
Lips that are ripe
Lips that long to know everything
Everything waits for it's time
Everything has possibilities
Possibilities beyond limitations
Possibilities are laying in wait
Wait for me to come to you
Wait for my inexperienced touch
Touch me till you feel my longing
Touch the depth of your own wanting
Wanting and needing
Wanting that hurts
Hurts with a burning pleasure
Hurts with an ancient desire
Desire beyond our understanding
Desire that will not be contained
Contained you have been forced to be
Contained within your fathers image of innocence
Innocence must lead to mutual pleasure
Innocence is the doorway to your awakening 
Awakening your true essence
Awakening the power of your being
Being more
Being a true force of your own nature
Nature and nurture
Nature will give way to trancendence 
Trancendence to womanhood
Trancendence to your power
Power resides within your spirit
Power caresses your being
Being free to explore
Being aware of the moments
Moments that you will cherish
Moments shared with me
Me who wishes to know you
Me who has waited
Waited for you to be ready
Waited for our wedding day
Day after day imagining
Day and night you are part of my dreams
Dreams do come true
Dreams offer hope
Hope permeates our being
Hope that we will have forever
Forever can be felt in a moment
Forever pulses within your veins
Veins that carry the blood of our children
Moment by moment witness our becoming



For Justin Bordner's innocence contest.





Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: beach, beautiful, imagery, imagination, innocence, love, romantic,

Agony And Ecstasy

Cascading waves wash ashore tickling our toes as we stroll. And moonbeams set a thousand jewels sparkling... upon the shoal. Smiles summon sweet emotions as we walk upon the beach hand in hand under a starry sky... Pausing, to build castles in the sand. Romantic sparks ignite flames of passion by a tranquil sea, and fledgling souls unite for eternity... Hopes and tears equally shared define the essence of living. And yet love offers a joy reserved for fantasies and dreams... Agony and ecstasy meld to greet each hungry kiss. And consumed by desire we've never felt a love... quite like this! Written 09/18/2016


Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: deep, destiny, innocence, love, soulmate,

INITIATIONS OF LOVE - PART 1

INITIATIONS OF LOVE - PART 1

In the hours of twilight your star brightened my shadowed dream 
long since faded from the youthful belief of reverie.
In you I mirrored distant memories of childhood INNOCENCE,
with beauty of love in its early bloom to ripeness, yet with depth of sensation
discovered only through the pain of yearning, hearts suffering.

Through the clouded haze I felt the dream once more,
with wisdom born through the falseness of my sullen existence,
a long since vanished vision of a mind once so hopeful,
whose desires were numbed, dreams shattered yet TRUST beheld;
a yearning heart turned into a core of solid gold; hard yet frail.

Where love once flowed in a heart so frail,
eagerness of will echoed in the emptiness to find a way through the dark.
The mind found PATIENCE to fulfill the desired image,
a promise of love and the realization of a long-felt need,
thoughts and emotions sacrificed for mortal gestures.

The whispered words of silence blowing yonder an arduous past
with a quiet wish for a reflection of bygone times of tranquility,
to encounter the warmth of serenity through FORGIVENESS.
Forgiveness, not only of injustice and treachery,
but for the disbelief in love’s worth; and destiny’s reason.

Yet you appeared with angel pureness, a vision of white,
through time to understand the meaning of eternal love
which is not tied by worldly needs, by shallow desire, or pleasures of the flesh,
but of AWARENESS of love’s deepest form of ensued knowledge,
a realization of love’s eternity; at the level of the soul.

In your eyes I saw the depths of forsaken desire,
and the pain of love’s initiation, yearning, love’s sorrow.
When I saw the teardrops running down your cheek, I knew.
I knew you retained the depth of FEELING as did I,
to behold the most tender appreciation of love’s virtue.

In appearances of disguise life exists, as does love.
Dreams mingled with charm and enticement of reality
in submission of togetherness to end a lonely heart’s search,
to earn love’s fondness by DEVOTION to its existence,
yet with reverence to retain the purity of the souls longing.

Released from the chains of amorous passion, false desire,
I hold you in my heart, gently, with the chastity of innocence.
With enlightenment I renounce worldly pleasures
to enjoy the FREEDOM given, for love to grow,
and reach the ripeness of eternity liberated to aspire endless love.

With delight I receive the divine inspiration to encounter love’s ECSTASY,
its worldly passion fulfilled and continued by nature’s gift.
A gift more precious than love itself; a newborn to love once more.
Love exists in forms of many, as in passion to unite as one to give new life,
perceived by nurturing care, kindness of the heart with true love’s zeal.

But what is love without HUMILITY; modest humbleness?
Selfish contentment of desire; satisfaction of bodily needs
prone to temptations of deception to be drowned by lusts amorous lure.
Be it not the beauty of Venus or Mars, but that of awareness,
to feel the depth of meaning by lessons of life; and of loneliness.

Withheld from the touch of the flesh, or minds worldly eagerness,
PURE love reigns, untarnished, blessed with innocence
to fathom and to feel the infinite tenderness of love once parted.
Love needs no proof for its existence; no words, no kisses, no promises.
When love has grown to ripeness, its existence remains with enlightenment.

Is there no easier way to find love’s eternal FULFILLMENT,
than to weather the wrath of love’s pain, fallacy of deception,
rejected hearts loneliness; lonely days followed by darkened nights.
Be it less to weather lightning of the heart to see the light of life.
But how to comprehend the light of life without a sight of darkness?

T.J Grén


Poem Details | by Andrew Fairchild |
Categories: for her, innocence, integrity, love, rose, snow, trust,

Sonnet 28 'I Think I Know the Name of Purity'

I think I know the Name of Purity,
It is Your Name -- it holds clear water well!
A Chalice carved almost to shattering,
A white rose, that alone, grows in the dell
With drops of ice adorning its still face
The warmth of heart that comes with falling snow
The few flakes that adorn your lashes, by grace
Delightful cold that creeps up from below
Loquacity that speaks only the Truth,
Amazed by every small, delightful thing
Ubiquitous praise and unbroken Youth
Right Trust, that gave your finger to the Ring
Inevitable Joy, and whispered Love
E'er faithful, that this all is from Above.

2/11/2019

Submitted for:  Standard Poetry Contest 175

Sponsored by:  Brian Strand


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: beauty, creation, cute love, innocence,

She's Wet

I took her hand at sweet sixteen
Kissed her on the cheek
The clouds looked down
We were about to be drowned
No umbrellas to protect our dreams

I held her hand
As we ran and ran
Raindrops kissing our cheeks
I gazed up at her delicious peeks
I said sorry sweet, do not cry

A tear she shed
As she bled
Her love was cut in two
She looked at me, as if to plea
Shivering she said, don’t mind me I am wet

Wipe away my damp memories


Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: innocence, love, nostalgia,

When Love Was Innocent

Sing for me the sweetest song of love when life was still so young. Those tender times and days devoid of cares and wants troubling the old, when smiles and laughter ruled the day, when worries passed and did not stay. Strum so softly your guitar just like the nights along the shore when music meant the world to us and dreams were spun with so much fun. With nary a thought to hindrances, and silence in between did not mean sadness. Sketch the image once again of all our hopes and aspirations. Paintbrush, our imaginations that fueled all our conversations. Let the canvas capture the moment when each one’s triumph was heaven sent. With words of wonder I will write of every look and all the sighs, of every throbbing thud within our hearts that sometimes drown the din. Still, we aimed our sight so high a desire defined by what’s ideal... When life was young, and love was innocent.
16 May 2015 Kim Patrice Nunez When Love Was Innocent Contest


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: bereavement, death, innocence, loss, lost love,

The Corruption Of My Lust For Life


Hibiscus rays of light brings the sunrise out of darkness with a bloom of ravishing red passion ~ Oh! How I despise her blushing optimism and lust for life! For I am too young to cry but too old not to a handful of heartbeats ago baby’s breath breezes tenderly brushed us with flawless fingers of feathery zephyrs caressing the circle of light surrounding the cocoon of our pulsing rapture ~ champagne flowed voluptuously through our veins with golden ambrosial arousal and with every nectarous nip of our titillating treasure we lived as though we would love forever till the broken dawn-to-dark when angels cradled your harmonious harp against their hearts - their teardrops of ecstasy strumming your silvern strings in a glorious glissando that lifted your lustrous essence across the bridge to bliss somewhere beyond me and behind the snowy veils of virtue I am anemic if not nothing now adulterated by loss of innocence dwindling in a dreamless state unoccupied but for the lurid loss that fills me ~ and my black skies storm with shrieking tears! Susan Ashley February 9, 2018 ------------------------------ ~ Eighth Place ~ Contest: Your Favorite Poem Written in February Sponsor: Laura Loo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ Ninth Place ~ Contest: Loss of an Innocent Mind Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann


Poem Details | by Brenda Chiri |
Categories: beauty, character, heaven, identity, innocence, love, spiritual,

Essence Of Beauty

Essence of Beauty

Our endless night was nothing short
of perfection but time being the thief
it couldn't steal a heart pristine.

Your love is felt in every dimention none which you share
held a certain something special
a character that was faultless

You unknowingly leave lives in uncertainty
yet with endless possibilities
with your innocent nature and untamed soul.

But as a deep dark secret I feel I'm secreted by
the blankets you throw over it
still your spirit shines through your mind clear.

Untainted substance with a high quality being.

My love I try to resist by keeping feelings inside 
in hopes that one day 
you will see in me as I see in you an essence of beauty.


3/3/2018




Poem Details | 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.


Poem Details | 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.


Poem Details | by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories: age, innocence, longing, loss, love, lust, youth,

Sonnet: ''I mourn for the death of my erstwhile youth''

I mourn for the death of my erstwhile youth,
a time of innocence and naive bliss
which hid from me life's dark, unpleasant truth
but for ever holds all the joys I miss;
a time of mannish beauty, brawn and thews
as of a god in his unrivaled prime
like Heracles of fabled strength, sinews
and might that's of renown from mythic time.
But, O Concupiscence! Do I ache for 
hopeful renewal in my loveless life
through you and for the virgins of folklore
whose maidenhood can quench my sexual strife
      Now in the autumn of my waning years, 
      I'm joyless and alone as old age nears


Poem Details | by Elaine George |
Categories: innocence, love, lust,

The Loss of Innocence

I remember…

Shimmering gold ribbons
Draped over the 
Glassy surface of the bay of Fundy
On a black see through
Summer night


I was new to love
Shy beneath your penetrating gaze
At a loss for words

And you…
Telling me my eyes spoke volumes
And the tears that welled up in them 
Against my will
Eventually falling over the edge of innocence
Into adolescence 
As your whispers
And my sighs
Melted on the rippling crest 
Of  those waves
That came softly 
To break upon the shore
As the pale moon looked down 
In utter silence

Author:  Elaine George
Written: June, 2014


Poem Details | by Russell Sivey |
Categories: heart, innocence, love, passion,

Wild Passion

She’s wild, a passionate heart of love inspired Playing a violin, masterful and free So fast and fierce, her every lust is desired Violin sparks aflame burning intensely She screams with pleasure of the fire’s indulgence Peak of passion has reached beyond innocence Her mouth open with flames entering inside She loves her tremendous trek, her awesome ride Russell Sivey Happy Valentines Day


Poem Details | by Joey Foto |
Categories: girl, girlfriend, innocence, love, memory, school, summer,

The Ice Cream Truck

the ice cream truck

do you remember in fourth grade when it was the end of the school year?
kids running around in class, volunteer parents planning for field day events, teachers grading tests.
a year's worth of crafts and colorful displays filled the walls like wallpaper.
you can hear singing from the kids in room 4b, msmcdonald's class.

the weather outside was a balmy 80 on this june day.
text books, paint brushes, and the obligatory pre-chewed bubble gum filled the desk cavity.
the assistant principle announces something inaudible on the speaker system.
and we are fast approaching the anticipated summer break.

summerthat's when spring lovers finally kiss and the butterflies leave their cocoon.
birds singing and the flowers are saturated with their red, blue, and pink hues.
the last day of school is finally here and the children ride the bus for the last time.
vacationsswimming poolsocean citythe smell of hot dogs, grass and humidity.

jersey summers are hotreally hot where i grew upyou sweat just by looking out the window.

then one day, the familiar sound of circus-like music faintly approaches town.
louder and louder until everyone knows its the ice cream truck turning the street corner.
the famous mrsoftee, or good humor truck, or some local self employed bearded man.
whatever it was, ice cream in all kinds, flavors, colors, and shapes was 25 yards and 25 cents away.

the music kept playing as children seemingly sprayed out of their homes in rapid succession.
a gathering soon followed with parents and children standing all against that delicious truck.
chocolatepeanut buttervanillastrawberrycookies and creamcookie dough.
sandwichesbowlsconessmoothiessundayssprinklesnutsoh so yummy!

i miss that ice cream trucki miss those days...

...and i miss you just as much.


Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: emotions, feelings, heartbroken, hurt, imagery, lost love,

Innocence Of Youth

Acquiescing to love’s defeat
you subdue sad feelings within.
For when passion’s all but over
anxieties slowly begin.

Dominating reality
bitter tears flow with brutal force.
For gone are all the promises
that kept forever dreams on course.

The hurt of betrayal hits you
with the force of a speeding train.
And you’re left in a kind of trance
oblivious to all but pain.

Shored-up by half truths and deceit
your happiness begins to ebb.
And your vulnerable heart’s now
a captive in depression’s web.

Your soul's susceptible to lies
when hope camouflages the truth.
And salvaging remnants of trust
you discard innocence of youth.


Poem Details | by Jay Loveless |
Categories: art, autumn, beautiful, beauty, best friend, boyfriend, butterfly, care, caregiving, celebration, change, dedication, desire, devotion, dream, faith, family, feelings, for him, freedom, friend, friendship, girl, girlfriend, giving, growing up, happiness, happy, heart, heaven, hope, how i feel, husband, i love you, innocence, inspiration, joy, kiss, life, light, longing, love, magic, marriage, me, memory, men, miracle,

A Beautiful Reverie

Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing 
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when 
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths 
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile 
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms 
And for a moment I'm lost 
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love 
And there you are - holding it 
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then - 
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.


Poem Details | by Faaiqah Abader |
Categories: crush, devotion, how i feel, i love you, innocence, love, romantic,

I hate you

I hate you because you stole my heart,
but I don’t want it returned;
The fact that it is safe with you,
is something I have learned.

I hate the way you smile at me,
It stops all time and space;
When you are near, I feel at ease,
and grounded in my place.

I hate how you can make time fly,
and yet, make each moment last;
I feel as though you are my world,
I hate the spell you’ve cast.

I hate the times you’ve shown you care,
I always question why;
I know, that I can count on you,
to catch the tears I cry.

I hate the way you look at me,
what you see I do not know;
I’m scared you’ll find out how I feel,
I hope it doesn’t show.

I hate the way you touch my hand,
because eventually, you let go;
I hate the way you hug me tight,
my feelings over-flow.

I hate the way you talk to me,
Your voice is firm, but kind;
The way you think, is different,
I appreciate, your mind.

I hate you because of who you are to me,
You cannot be replaced;
I hate the way you make me feel,
but my emotions, must be faced.

I love, the warmth your presence brings,
and how you’re always true;
For the soul that you are,
until I die, I will love you.


Poem Details | by Phil Capitano |
Categories: boyfriend, courage, growing up, innocence, love,

To Ciara: Rules For Loving

TO CIARA: RULES FOR LOVING

			Little dark haired one, don’t fall
			for the first boy to give you attention
			or pay you a complimentDon’t fall
			for the first boy who says he is
			‘the leader of a hundred men’; 
			there are many false messiahs.

			Ciara, don’t fall for the first boy
			who sings you love songs or writes 
			poems for you, you will know						
			the truth by the undertones; follow
			your instincts, they are there to guide.
			Don’t fall for silver-tipped words.

			Irish jewel, jade of the Isles, don’t fall
			for the first boy to make promises,
			actions speak louder than words.					
			Your autonomy is a gift but when
			disenchanted it becomes a wall, 
			a curseDon’t fallDon’t fall.

			Don’t fall, innocent girl, for the first
			boy to bring you shiny things, a far
			greater beauty shines in you,						
			a power unawareValue kindness
			over the things people call precious.
			Keep your enthusiasm in high regard.

			O, Ciara, whose name is whispered
			across mountain valleys, don’t fall
			for the first boy who brings you flowers
			on the first dateDon’t fall for the first
			boy to show you his rose tattoo;					
			please don’t fall for him… 

			Oh, sweet woman of a thousand names
			respect yourself enough to trust
			yourself enough to let go of the rope
			and fall for the one who writes the melody
			for the song in your heart… fall for the one
			who knows the geography of your soul
			because they are his maps, too… fall for 
			the one who speaks the language of trees…
			fall for the first boy who brings flowers everyday
			and grows gardens in your eyes.
			But, Ciara, at least once in your life
			fall… for a heart that has not loved
			fully is a rose that never blooms.

       NOTE: the real Ciara who inspired this poem has gone on to become Miss Canada 2017.


Poem Details | by Jesse Day |
Categories: destiny, dream, heart, hope, innocence, love, marriage,

Breathe

He should desire a verse of lost day past
while time enough was free to have enough,
When pace and life led more to mean but fast
as Simon said to simply breathe a puff.

To love and be less reckless with his heart,
Speak not of sin nor breach of true love’s spring,
Complete the bond not pressed akin to part
as forced to split amoebas’ kiss must sting.

He must observe his one true Master plot,
His growth less err forgone fulfills defense,
An age to find a soulmate’s breath he sought,
Their fit from Simon’s game of simple sense.

The dream of love begins with one shared breath,
The test of love whilst joined hearts beat ‘til death.
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Form:  Shakespearean (English) Sonnet

Contest: English Sonnet 3
Sponsor:  Eve Roper
Written: 06/15/2016
Results: 1st Place

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Poem Details | by Eve Roper |
Categories: feelings, innocence, love,

Babes Love

                                             Magnificent life
                                 Wondrous feeling of babes love
                                      Nestle between breasts

                                       By eve roper   11/9/2014


Poem Details | by Brian Morton |
Categories: desire, humor, innocence, loneliness, love, science, youth,

Bottled Love Haiku

If love is a drug
my chemist doesn't have it.
Where can I find some?


Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, courage, cute love, dark, deep, depression, desire, destiny, devotion, dream, first love, funny love, grief, happiness, heart, heartbreak, heartbroken, how i feel, i am, i love you, i miss you, innocence, irony, jealousy, lonely, longing, loss, lost, love, love hurts, miss you, missing, missing you, night, passion, psychological, romance, romantic, sad, sad love, silence, sky, sleep, solitude, sunset, true love,

Red Light

have you ever felt like 
the flashing red light on the roof,
lonely as ever
visible at night, useless by day?

in sync with its partner next door
for a quick kiss over a few flashes only 
then arguing again and again 
night in, night out.

have you ever felt like 
the flashing red light on the roof,
not signaling a warning to keep away
but sending a call for compassion?

using the dark pauses in between 
to yell the same name 
over and over and over
into the emptiness of each night.

have you ever felt like
the flashing red light on the roof,
being your silent cry
only heard by your eternal love?


Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: girl, innocence, love, lust, passion, sensual, sexy,

Scent of her

It was a long desired pleasure to feel
in my caress the softness of her flesh,
the lust behind her wetness, and reveal
the warmth of passion within to refresh
that longing to fondle a girl in bloom;
to taste her lips, feel her bosom and sense
the natural fragrance of her perfume;
for eagerness in place of innocence.
Her charm lived in me as too did her scent,
the bitter-sweet scent of her lovingness,
love devoted to it’s ardent extent,
at last to leave behind the loneliness.

There remained no doubt that love would cherish,
renew hope for the heartbreak to perish.



T.J Grén


Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: innocence, kiss, love, romantic,

ESSENCE OF LOVE

SONNET – ESSENCE OF LOVE

Through innocence of childhood his love warmed
to discover the spirit of love’s zeal,
the meaning of wedded bliss, closeness formed,
but still in youth to remain surreal.
An elegant groom and a bride in white,
the promise of love‘s beautiful appeal.
A fair damsel swooped by a handsome knight,
happiness and joy forever to feel.
Essence of love! Two loving hearts confessed,
in celebration to begin a life
of togetherness, hand in hand abreast,
to discover love as husband and wife.

The delight of marriage and wedded bliss
felt by a child in awe; sealed with a kiss.


T.J Grén


Poem Details | by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories: how i feel, innocence, introspection, love, romance, romantic,

To Endear Me To You

What more can I do to endear me to you?
How can I endlessly draw your gaze?
How might I incline your heart to be mine,
To reside beside mine, always?

You might have guessed that you are my Muse—
The source of all my inspirations.
I’m doing my best to respond to your clues
To permanently win your affections.

Each song that I sing, each verse that I rhyme,
Are meant to attract your attentions.
Each bouquet that I bring, endless time after time, 
Are just my endearing enduring expressions     

My soul’s compass always points towards you,
Pulled by more than just mere attraction.
My life is in focus, and my sky’s brightest blue
When I am searching in your direction.

What more can I do to endear me to you?
How can I cement your gaze?
What must I refine to call your heart mine,
That our paths may entwine, always.


Inspired by the song CHERISH by the group The  Association 
Probably written in 2012 or 2013.


Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: feelings, forgiveness, innocence, love,

Initiations of love - Part 1

INITIATIONS OF LOVE – PART 1


In the hours of twilight your star brightened my shadowed dream,
long since faded from the youthful beleif of reverie.
In you I mirrored distant memories of childhood INNOCENCE,
beauty of love in it’s early bloom, to ripeness, yet with depth of sensation,
discovered only through the pain of yearning, hearts suffering.

Through the clouded haze I felt the dream once more,
with wisdom born through nature’s falseness of sullen existence.
A long gone vision of a mind once so hopeful,
whose desires were numbed, dreams shattered yet TRUST beheld;
a yearning heart turned into a core of solid gold; hard yet frail.

Where love once flowed in a heart so frail,
eagerness of will echoed in the emptiness to find a way through the dark.
The mind found PATIENCE to fulfill the desired image,
a promise of love, realization of a long-felt need,
thoughts and emotions sacrificed for mortal gestures.

Whispering winds of silence, blowing yonder an arduous past,
with a quiet wish for a reflection of bygone times of tranquility,
to encounter the warmth of serenity through FORGIVENESS.
Forgiveness, not only of injustice and treachery,
but for the disbelief in love’s worth; and destiny’s reason.

Yet you appeared in an angel pureness, a vision of white;
through time to understand the meaning of eternal love
which is not tied by wordly needs, by shallow desire, or pleasures of the flesh,
but of AWARENESS of love’s deepest form of ensued knowledge,
a realization of love’s eternity; at the level of the soul.

In your eyes I saw the depths of forsaken desire,
and the pain of love’s initiation, yearning, love’s sorrow.
When I saw the teardrops running down your cheek, I knew.
I knew you retained the depth of FEELING as did I,
to behold the tenderest appreciation of love’s virtue.

In appearances of disguise life exists, as does love.
Dreams mingled with charm and enticement of reality,
in submission of togetherness to end a lonely heart’s search,
to earn love’s fondness by DEVOTION to its existence,
yet with reverence to retain the purity of the souls longing.

Released from chains of amorous passion, false desire,
I hold you in my heart, gently, with chastity of innocence.
With enlightenment I renounce worldly pleasures,
and enjoy the FREEDOM given, for love to grow,
reach the ripeness of eternity; freedom to aspire endless love.

Delight of divine inspiration to encounter love’s ECSTASY,
its wordly passion fulfilled, and continued by nature’s gift.
A gift more precious than love itself; newborn to love once more.
Love exists in forms of many; passion to unite as one to give new life,
perceived by nurturing care, kindness of the heart; true love’s zeal.

But what is love without HUMILITY; modest humbleness?
Selfish contentment of desire; satisfaction of bodily needs
prone to temptations of deception to be drowned by lusts amorous lure.
Be it not the beauty of Venus or Mars, but that of awareness,
to feel the depth of meaning by lessons of life; and of loneliness.

Witheld from touch of the flesh, or minds wordly eagerness,
PURE love reigns, untarnished, blessed with innocence,
to fathom, and to feel the infinite tenderness of love once parted.
Love needs no proof for its existence; no words, no kisses, no promises.
When love has grown to ripeness, its existence remains with enlightnment.

Is there no easier way to find love’s eternal FULFILLMENT,
then to weather the wrath of love’s pain, fallacy of deception,
rejected hearts loneliness; lonely days followed by darkened nights.
Be it less to weather lightning of the heart to see the light of life.
But how to comprehend the light of life without a sight of darkness?

T.J Grén


Inspired by astrologer Linda Goodmans book „Love Signs“ and it’s concept of initiations of love, whereby each sign of the zodiak has a lesson of love to teach and to learn.
Lessons to teach: Love is: innocence, patience, awareness, devotion, ecstacy, pure, beauty, passion, ho-nesty, wisdom, tolerance, compassion.
Lessons to learn: Love is: trust, forgiveness, feeling, freedom, humility, fulfillment, harmony, surrender, loyalty, unselfish, oneness, all.
For me all this means that LOVE IS ALL


Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: anger, innocence, lost love, lust, passion,

Anger of deceipt

Anger; for her alone? No, but for I,
for naivity of thought, conduct polite
in place of passion; the dream went awry,
wanting of the heart, love lost overnight.
What a fool was I? Naive in time first,
to express my hidden lust which she sought,
unsuspecting of her amorous thirst,
all too late, left abashed alone distraught.
She had chosen to fulfill her passion
in place of innocence, far more knowing
to satisfy her lust past compassion
ending a promise of love worth growing.

Deceipt to shatter dreams without intent,
through anger drowning feelings of lament.



T.J Grén


Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beach, beautiful, blessing, boyfriend, break up, culture, cute love, dedication, deep, desire, destiny, devotion, earth, environment, freedom, happiness, happy, heart, humanity, innocence, kiss, lost love, love, love hurts, miss you, missing, missing you, motivation, ocean, passion, peace, planet, poetry, relationship, romance, romantic, senses, sensual, silence, soulmate, spiritual, symbolism, uplifting,

Beach

is it the wave kissing the sand 
or is it the ocean
- deep from her heart
sometimes gently,
often hard,
but always with passion?

is it the sand kissing back
or is it the land
- happily losing ground 
with every kiss
to his eternal mistress,
the occupant of his soul?

is it this poem touching your heart
or is it our souls
- hugging each other
on a sandy beach,
wide and infinite,
day in and day out?




Poem Details | by Debra Squyres |
Categories: innocence, love, romantic,

Secreted Jewels

We dared meet
in clandestine disguise
behind an overlay of water

Secreted
from watchful eyes peering
amid crystalline dancing droplets

Our first kiss
concealed from lurking eyes
extracting  jewels of youthful joy

Rainbow arks,
captured floating crowning’s,
appearing and captivating gems

©Debra Squyres  
   10/31/14

For Member Contest: “Some Form of Crystalline”
Sponsored by: Nette OnCloude
Form: Parallelogram de Crystalline created by Karan Naidu


Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: feelings, first love, girl, innocence, smile,

Eyes that smiled

The smiling eyes and manner of life’s joy,
enough to melt the hearts of foreign girls.
So soon, and with a surprise to the boy,
enchanted new friends, alluring love‘s pearls.
Not one, not two, but three, in place of two,
left far behind in time, and in distance.
Novel joy in virgin land, embraced to
beleive in love’s forthcoming existence.
The eyes that smiled, enticing tenderly,
innocent maidens of youth to snuggle,
against the cheerful boy who so gently,
would embrace, hold tight in a warm cuddle.
	
Sweet was the virtue of being smitten,
innocence of the three girls from Britain.



T.J Grén