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by White Wolf |
Categories: art, beauty,

Humanity

Shadow not over the words of love Love is a language known only to the heart Hear it in the wind and the birds above Paint it on a canvas skin and call it art Eternal beauty walks among us all Seekers of knowledge may know its name But true wisdom lies in hearing its call As the oceans causes the moon to wane Its gentle touch, abundantly crystalline Euphoric in nature, its secret is kept With its healing powers all part divine Though many an angel from love has wept Compassion and caring, make love's trinity And kindness a guide that leads to bliss So make love your one and true reality For you are worth much more than this


by Sandip Goswami |
Categories: life, love, philosophy,

LIFE

I asked to my father
Baba, What is life ?
He politely said to me, " Life is Duty . "

I asked to my mother
Maa, What is life ?
She said to me with smile, " Life is Responsibility . "

I asked to my teacher
Sir, What is life ?
He said to me with love, " Life is Education . "

I asked to my spiritual master
Gurujee, What is life ?
He said to me with confidence, " Life is Devotion . "

Today my son who reads in class nine
Asked me
Babai, What is life ?
I have said to him, " Dear, You are my life . "

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA


( Father means BABA, BABAI and Mother means MAA in Bengali language .  Gurujjee means spiritual master in Indian society ) 

by Jessica Bateman |
Categories: lovesweet, love, sweet,

Love Is Like Magic

Love is like magic
And it always will be.
For love still remains
Life's sweet mystery!!
Love works in ways
That are wondrous and strange
And there's nothing in life
That love cannot change!!
Love can transform
The most commonplace
Into beauty and splendor
And sweetness and grace.
Love is unselfish,
Understanding and kind,
For it sees with its heart
And not with its mind!!
Love is the answer
That everyone seeks...
Love is the language,
That every heart speaks.
Love can't be bought,
It is priceless and free,
Love, like pure magic,
Is life's sweet mystery!!


by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: feelings,

I, Woman - Anima

I, woman, love life, so I celebrate every little joy whether spent with my friends, family, or just myself! I follow the Golden Rule, for kindness guides me; also I’ve learned that smiling is the universal language!

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 Eve Roper |
Categories: love, universe,

Twin Flames

Twin Flames  

one  flame  flickers   blue 		
as love  awakes a journey  		
connecting a friend			
as red flame sparks holding hands   	
tame  harmony	 remains   “Love”		

te amo

holding each other  			
our own little universe 			
communicating 			
in a  language all our own		
burning  one unified flame	
	
jet ’aime

flickering flame sings				
orange  green  red   blue	one soul
passionate love grows 
candle ignites luminous 
holding my heart existence

I love you




3/4/2016
I love you in  Spanish, te amo and France, Jet ’aime 

Poetry Contest :Twin Flames  

 Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron 


by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories: love, romance, words,

Sweet Breath


Lips dance,
flirt together -
romance.

Sweet breath - 
language of love
‘til death.

Hearts flared -
poetic words
declared!



By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 11/25/14,
for Nette Onclaud's Whispers of a Muse - Poetry Contest


by Gary Smith |
Categories: bird, humorous, language, pets,

Captain 'effing' Flint




My parrots name was Captain Flint,
Boy that bird could swear.
I never invited visitors,
So blue was the air.

He'd squawk "pretty effing polly"
Or "give us a cracker you t##t"
I'd never heard such swearing,
I never taught him that.

I bought him off a sailor
Who was heading back to sea,
He said to me, "you'll love him
He's such good company."

And what he said was right
He entertained, it's true.
I said "who's a pretty boy then"
He squawked, " well not effing you !"

The profanities just got too much,
I sold him, with regret.
But the house seems so quiet now, 
Without my 'effing' pet !

by Vijay Pandit |
Categories: care, friendship, love,

Love is the force

Tender touch gently soothes an ailing soul 
Wordless discourse greets eyes of love
A mother's hug comforts her child's ego
Love is the force that makes the world go

Kinder hearts ache sensing others' pain
A prayer mightily calls for suffering to end
Flowers of goodwill shed feelings of woe
Love is the force that makes the world go

Words of care resonate in any language
Noble deeds of strangers justly amaze
A message of peace triumphantly echos
Love is the force that makes the world go

Love received, gives, and regenerates
It multiplies, compounds, and propagates
Love is the force that elevates the world

September 7,  2018

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.

by Robertina B. |
Categories: encouraging, inspirational, love,

Lost In Love

Lost in love
The age of innocence..
A soft breeze surrounds..

Lost in love
As the fountain of truth implodes within..
Loss of words ..
In a moment of sweet bliss..

Gloriously..

Chanting a heavenly song..
A gentle caress..
Filled with validation of profound love..

Lost in love..
An infusion of eurphoria..
Where there lies no boundaries..

Lost in your eyes of Universal language..
Love is..
The life force..

Lost in love
Strength is gained..
Seek the only truth..
Which is love..

by Okonkwo Ifeanyichukwu |
Categories: blessing, care, christian, cute love, friend, friendship, giving,

ROSE CASTLE

Love is the wine of life
It intoxicates beyond all
Human boundaries
Love is a pollination agent 
It spreads far above all
Races and tongues
Love is an endless river
That flows to all land
The song of love rules 
All ears and ages
Our body and soul is tied
Together by love 
Love is the best language
In the universe because
Love melts mountains of obstacles

by Shaira Cawaling |
Categories: for him, friend, hate, hope, hurt, language, love,

Now gone

No good mornings
No good nights
You just know I'm fine
And it's killing me inside

by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, bird, flower, love,

M o u n t a i n s - The Choka Style

~ Mountains ~ (Double Choka) Over the mountains Sun shines in all its splendor Beautiful trees stand out tall Birds assemble there Eagles soar right to the top Wild flowers covers the ground Blue mountains stand grand Deers and bears roam all around Eyes can't get enough nice scene All trees seem to glow You can feel God's loving touch Breathe in enjoy all the view. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2015
July.24.2017 “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” - Mark Twain- ~ Author's Notes : The " Choka " is a Japanese poetry form or style.

by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: angel, beautiful, emotions, love,

My Dearest Darling - The Cinquain Style

~ My Dearest Darling ~ ( Cinquain Double ) Here just Dreaming of you Kissing you, loving you 'Neath full moon, stars, day, night, all time My Love You are My shining star My only one true love My love for you will always glow So true. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2017
August.29.2017 “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” - Mark Twain- ~Author's Notes: The " Cinquain " is a poetry form or style developed by the Imagist poet, Adelaide Crapsey.

by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, love, moon, stars,

When The Night Comes - The Lanterne Style

~When The Night Comes~ (Lanterne Suite) When night comes it's time to relax sleep too The chores are nearly done mark end of the day Night creeps in again and it's time to dream The moon shows thru dark clouds and stars brightly shine. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2011
July.31.2017 “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” - Mark Twain- ~Author's Notes: The " Lanterne " is a Japanese form or style shaped like a lanterne.

by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: culture, people, race,

Color Blind

I approach her with the same
Love I approach my family with.
Her skin is black.
I try to speak a few words in her
Native language to welcome her.
Her skin is brown.
I married a Chinese/Hawaiian
and our child is beautiful.
His skin is yellow/brown.
I write poetry about the Native
Americans to celebrate them.
Their skin is red.
I fit in with every race because 
My color contains all colors.
My skin is white.

© Connie Marcum Wong

Note: In honor of all the recent innocent deaths.

by Silent One |
Categories: love,

Be patient my heart

I have no words to use that can define,
this task so tough to find my lover's name.
In hope, I wait for my soul to refine,
before my heart becomes old with this game.

This language they call love has no restraint,
yet, still I search for tongue which echoes mine.
Perhaps there is no one who can acquaint,
and yet, I yearn that love becomes my shrine.

Upon this path, one can feel all alone,
when walking with no one to hold your hand.
Enraged with fate one may start to bemoan,
despite all your attempts, unloved you stand.

True love, like leaves in Spring, transcend in life;
be patient heart, for growth is always rife.

Silent One
Written 28 May 2016

by Dah Helmer |
Categories: absence, age, dark, lonely, loss, love, spiritual,

Between Happiness And Sadness

Between happiness and sadness
 —silence; an angel prays:

I kiss the loneliness of old people, 
their temples like handfuls of winter; 
their hearts
are used baggage, 
waiting; 
memories speak to them, 
they smile and
tell me stories from their youth 
—sadness falls; 
silence passes unspoken
—they remember the dead. 

I kiss the loneliness from their temples
and sadness lifts from their mouths.

———————————————————————
From my first book: 'In Forbidden Language'

©dah / Stillpoint Books 2010
all rights reserved

Search Amazon Books: "in forbidden language/dah"

by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: angel, beautiful, emotions, love, , sweet love,

My Very Sweet Love - The Hotan Style

~My Very Sweet Love~ (Hotan Linked ) Here I am my sweet love Love, I'm waiting here for you You mean the whole world to me Me and you You're here in my heart Heart, mind, soul Soul and heart loves you You're all I want, I long for For you I dream of. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2016
March.03.2017 “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” - Mark Twain ~Author's Notes: The Hotan is a Japanese poetry form or style.The Hotan gets its name for being a combination of a Haiku (hokku = ho) and a Tanka (tan).

by Emile Pinet |
Categories: adventure, beauty, fantasy, imagery, nature, sea,

More Felt Than Heard

The Sea sighs under a blue sky 
whispering words of hope and fear.
And the wind recites Her tales
as seamen cup their ears to hear.

Her stories of sunken treasures
give imagination a stir.
And like a siren, She beckons
salty sailors to come to Her.

She sings along with humpback whales
as they serenade Her with love.
And at night, ripples with delight
as sparkling moonbeams dance above.

Her azure waves raise your spirits
only to watch them swiftly fall.
For She has drowned many a soul
answering Her seductive call.

She speaks from Her heart to your heart
in a language more felt than heard.
For you can hear Her crystal clear
without Her uttering a word. 

by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: life, love, nature,

THE BARBARIAN

THE BARBARIAN


Oh Nature,
How much your language of harmony would I 
Love to learn

So as

A barbarian in the midst of your celestial design to 
Remain no more! 

 
© Demetriios Trifiatis
   18 OCTOMBER 2013

by Sandra Hudson |
Categories: inspirational, love, mother,

Mother

Mother, you're the lighthouse
That illuminates my path
Mother, Your the advisor,
and consoler of my wrath

Mother, you're the toothpaste,
that keeps my language clean
Mother, your the glasses
that keep my vision keen

Mother, you're the walking cane
that guides me along the way
Mother, you're the crimson rose
I stop to smell each day

Mother, you're the safety pin
when things won't come together
Mother, you're my rainbow
right after stormy weather

I thank God for all you do
and what you mean to me
I love you Mom, I always will
For all eternity

by Peter Lewis Holmes |
Categories: happiness, innocence, love,

Mum

                    

In the womb my golden days,
warm with twin and thump of
mother’s heart, give a kick

Now and then, good for friends
and family ahh!
not hungry ever: want for nothing

Here with twin: we have a little dance
amniotic, you might say, and often
acrobatic, give us a twirl and I’ll

Be your partner in our chromosomal
twisting, umbilical, fluid-trance;  Ahh!
so many words, images, thoughts, but

No language yet, to put a name to our
uterine caper; so I think in images:
ha ha!...clever or what?  But he, the

Other one, in our mischief made,
just floats around; yes floats! 
I kid you not:
(how long can this last?)

by Roof Missing |
Categories: faith, life, love,

Pictures Of Love

Don’t fall in love with your pictures of love
For the odds are that you are mistaken,
Thinking that she must be this thing or that
The more sure you are, more likely taken.
Her skin coloration, the language she speaks,
Don’t build structure of dreams out of rubble
Strong or compliant, can’t say from the start,
Expectations are sign you’re in trouble.
Love’s its own answer, it writes its own song,
And its breadth is beyond vision’s limits,
Deeper than human emotion, LOVE IS,
Paradise only found in its climates.
Newfound creation as God’s Bliss evolves,
Endless surprise that all mystery solves.


Long Tooth
May 7, 2016