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Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: change, longing, love,

Glory of her magnificence

Oceans apart buried under sandy shores, a rare pearl slept comfortably behind her walls. Fate must have been kind, for a common man like me, to stumble upon her shell. As I brushed away her debris, astonished - my eyes could not believe this beauty, revealed before me. Spellbound - I could not help but stare, stunned by the glory of her magnificence. As she took one step forward, unutterable sensations, took a hold of my emotions. Yet I remained motionless, overmastered by this majestic heavenly vision. And I could have sworn it was a dream, until the softness of her fingertips, graced the imperfections of my soul, and for the first time it felt perfect. All of a sudden it felt like we were floating, ascending towards a myriad of stars, with the moon guarding us silently. Stardust sprinkled with the sight of her smile - how fortunate was I, to celebrate this artistry. Her lips blossomed like flowers as they succulently caressed mine. Breathless, without saying a word her eyes acknowledged my vow for eternal devotion with ever lasting love
Simple Musings Silent One 19 September 2017


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: birth, change, conflict, death, eulogy, life, longing, love, sun,

Death of the Poet Destroyer

~The Untold Fatal Attraction Poem~

Mid-morning she sees the sun ahead
Her death flowed in a messaged bottle
Gazing into her brown eyes upon all open sores,
Her conscience dark and gray a never-ending war!
A giant cyclone of a thousand thoughts swirled around this little girl.
Inflicting away the pain, through the comfort of others pen
The way she twisted and twisted life’s perception was out of her control
Inside she knew the glass slipper was never hers to show off
 
She is baring nothing but a tainted pen, walking throughout eternity’s sand
A prosecutor of misdeeds, accomplishing what, without knowing the way
Departing from her fractured self, she begins to slip into a righteous form,
Twirling her twilight's pen like a baton, spinning it to one final stand
 
She awakens in a dream, where her sadness does not allow the light to reform
Her body is weak and pale against the birth of her undying sun
Staring down into the deepness of every-bodies abyss
Inside all souls is where she felt lighter, than the retarded sun gives
A crimson sky follows her just to reveal her diminished soul,
A life of shunning out the city glow will always dwell deep inside her
Sleeping under society as one, insulting the taste of innocent blood
Forgetting the vengeance, in a dimension where the pen is mightier than the sword
 
How did she let it come to this?
In one feeling she fell in love with the spirit of the living rhyme 
Watching from a cave, with a diabolical look
Refusing to grasp the self - nature and kill off the destroyer's will
A price beyond this enigmatic world, craving to be just like them
Condemning her meaning to a blasphemy of white butterflies
Destroying her poetic meaning that was destined to dance a tangle of endless rage
In love with the essence of her deceased will
She clings on to the dimness and brilliance at the same time
All corpses lost beyond the girl in question,
Sympathetic in a bizarre language, she mutters out sweetness
Her heart mended, recognizing all the adoration and poetic addiction
Exchanging the real terror, fixated by the life force of her poetic destruction
Giving birth to a new revelation
Now she will never deceive her love for the making of true art,
Not wanting to belong in this wretched world with her destroying criteria,
Her soul sails looking for a new era where love will no longer generate
As she loathes the love and decides not to destroy this generation with hate

At last, longing this one day with the angel of death
With a closing teardrop, one last thought
My death will not be the end; only the ascension~

by;pd


Poem Details | by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories: appreciation, longing, love, ocean,

Uncharted Waters


An ocean tumbles through dreams of youIn depths unknown, I float aboveOh, how I long to dive beneath your surface, yet I am timid in matters of loveIf brave, I’d have shown you the whole of my gushing heart, no less than tides of bliss. Seeking depths unknown, I long to dive beneath your surface. Searching your eyes, I want for treasures lost on the ocean’s floor. The sun, like a gold coin, drops, splashing this face of regretI blush in secret thoughts of you and turn away from the endless shore. A swoop from seagulls catches the light of your smile and breaks the hush of late skyTurning away from the endless shore of regret, I blush. My lonely shore may flood, a wish to bathe in the caress of you grantedI shall break from fear, to brave a rolling river between us. Down current, I’ll swim until I reach your ocean of sparkling blues. I would drown in the waves of your uncharted watersGlorious would be death in the caress of you, your uncharted waters…glorious. Written, 1/18/2015, for Craig Cornish's Manassian Quintain Contest,


Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: beauty, culture, desire, dream, hindi, longing, love,

Dreams of India

Dreams of India

Her music haunts me
in such a knowing way
it makes me weep
and causes my heart to ache.

I become homesick for her
scents, her sounds, her food,
her enchanting dance
which spawns dreams
of her romance.

I know in my heart
I have lived there,
I know, I have loved there.

Her poetry transcends
my spirit to encompass
a wholeness that is
so familiar to me.

I dream of the Ganges ,
and her gentle cleansing flow,
of reflections on its surface
when the moon is hanging low.

Of crickets singing nightly
to serenade me to sleep.
I dream of colors of the saris,
the beauty that they keep...

Of garlands placed with care,
a gajra in a maiden's hair
and the hues of floral leis.

I hold a reverence for Hindu 
gods and goddesses.
I aspire to learn the sacredness
of varmala in the seeds of
past lifetimes I have shared.

A passion grows for those
whose love glows through their 
auras to welcome strangers.

I'd love to share a cup of chai
to chat with friends in open air.
I long to return home, though
I have never been there.

1-2-19
© Connie Marcum Wong 
~Poem of the Day January 4, 2019~

Free Verse Style Only Poetry Contest~N/A~
Sponsor Emile Pinet

a gajra: flowers which females use as a decoration 
for their hair.

Varmala: is a tradition from ancient times where a beautiful garland of flowers symbolizes a proposal of marriageIn the tradition of SwayamvarA female would choose her life partner from a group of suitors by placing a flower garland around the neck of her chosen manOnce the girl had made her choice, a marriage ceremony would be held right away.


Poem Details | by Lyric Man |
Categories: destiny, dream, emotions, fantasy, longing, love, romantic,

OUR WORLDS COLLIDE

I would love to be your comfort
A blanket when you're confused
A bright song on every dark day
Warmth and hope you cannot lose
To be the canopy to cover you
When life's storms come your way
I can be the one you've longed for
Because I see the words you can't say

So let's discard the old frayed sweater
That doesn't fit, it's come undone
You don't need words for my attention
Let's just hold hands and have some fun
Your eyes could light the skies tonight 
That coy smile, wow.it melts my heart
My guitar plays you sweet love songs
This is our time when true love starts

Girl, drift off to sleep on my shoulder
This guy pillow.yeah, made for you
It's so euphoric to feel your heart beat
And know your dreams are coming true
Being with you I'm filled with wonder
A kiss goodnight, no shadows to hide
In the morning, I'll be your first sight
This is how it is when our worlds collide

~Lyric Man

Note: This is a soft love song echo to Casarah Nance write, "If You Knew" There's something so incredibly amazing about a love based on commitment to do and be all you can for your partner.


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: butterfly, fantasy, heart, hope, imagination, longing, love, sensual,

BUTTERFLY KISS

*BUTTERFLY KISS*

I'm still alive and I don't know why?
My heart survived falling from the butterfly sky

Caught by the hands of destiny
With visions only I can see!

My love I heard your call
Wings of a butterfly broke my fall

Love motion is in the air, a love no one can compare
Indulging a look-a-stare- that we both share

Reminiscing our love made out of stolen hope
Awe~:*! To  them butterfly kisses that felt so real

Flowing like Amazing Grace, 
A shining light upon my face.

I traveled fast and far, longing to be in your arms
I desire, the warm sensation of your charms

Your safe love will help me carry on,
With the strength and bond~the love you set upon

Nothing is better than a sensual butterfly kiss
Beyond the sensation of heaven's pure bliss

Fluttering in the clouds aiming for the moon
A dream of reality, out of my cocoon I bloom!

Valued by the art of true beauty and its rarity
True love flapping in the midst of clarity

I entwine that I am yours and you are mine
Bonded together till the end of time

With the vision, my heart is no longer blind
Two broken hearts at last combined

I glide below to touch your lip.
Our lashes touch from tip to tip.

Caressing each other as our wings expand
Two hearts- kisses collide and land

Holding your hand reaching to the rainbow sky.
Kisses:*kisses:* like the butterfly!


Dedicated to *My Babe*


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: longing, love, , Lullaby,

Pathway to love

As I sit watching fusions of saffron and scarlet hues elegantly charm the horizons. Silently, fluffy lush clouds float by like a magnetic field drawing me closer, in hope they may lead me to you. So I ponder maybe love is like the sunrise so many see it - yet so few feel it. Just the thought of my beloved, leads to these poetic fingers bleeding. As they drown in an abundance of words, that can only be soothed by her luscious lips. For these sentimental eyes yearn to caress her tender skin. So, I set upon the path to discover, if it shall lead to the realms of my lover. A path that I have once trodden upon before, but the soul demands to travel upon it once more. After all I'm only human, the love she planted in my heart still remains and how can I love another, when the heart refuses to give permission. Time has kept us apart. I float to her like a butterfly, and shall float until I reach her province. For this not just an infatuated sensation, you may hear in a fairy tale or sung in a lullaby. Her love is the only sensation of infatuation, as she holds the formula to my alchemist heart. I know I can't simply take her heart, it can only be given to one. But without her the world is cold, and I live for the day she will wrap me up inside her heart and never let me leave. For the love she gave, is still the only one I crave. I long to walk together amongst bluebells and ambrosial roses, roaming through an oasis of enchanted blossoms. Her arms will become my sanctuary. To create a masterpiece of serenity, to achieve an eternal state of tranquillity. I hope before first site of twilight, her perfect vision brings justice to this write. In a world full of expectations, I may lose the passion to exist. Just one beautiful gesture, will help me to remember how to smile For, I know her radiant eyes will provide clarity, the warmth of her kiss will be my remedy. The Silent One 8 November 2017 Simple Musings.


Poem Details | by Brenda Chiri |
Categories: beautiful, blessing, devotion, longing, love, romance, romantic love,

Our Bliss At Its Purest We Loved Each Others Naked Sight

Our Bliss At It's Purest We Loved Each Others Naked Sight


When our love, its hottest and satisfying nights first begun
we each tried to give our all and not ever be outdone.
In that effort, soft showers of love-hearts began to pour
birthing swelling streams leading straight to paradise shores.
Within its spacious gardens, we walked in bliss, hand in hand
With our spirits singing, praise be this sweet rewarded land.

With eager hearts seeking, we sailed across heavenly blue seas
Tender love words speaking, we each wrote forever love pleas.

For precious are those diamond memories, deep their treasures
Never could such be destroyed, not those screaming pleasures!
Passion at its zenith, our burning desires at their greatest height
our bliss at its purest, we loved each other's naked sight.
O' the softness of your loving-heart and welcoming thighs
we felt heaven thanking it gifts, with both our contented sighs.

Those days are eternally burned, into this grateful soul
if time could us return, on that list we would both enroll.

Those  fledgling nights created so much more than simple heat
gave such passion never to be outshone, joined as 
one made complete
Caresses, of those soft showers remade this
broken woman into more
Bathed in your paradise, unfettered I can soar 
Joined as one, under the gentle gaze of the burning stars upon us
Lost in blissful moments 
all around us recedes to what once was
 
The beauty within our hearts had a rhythm wanted by all
With the strength of our bonds we answered loves call
 
Rich in memories, such wealth is written in soul 
and in mind
no other in any lifetime 
could compare to you I find
The heaven's can't contain the love that we two share
at the highest height of our passion none can compare  
Intense heat from our bodies is what gave those stars their light
Our bliss at its purest, we loved each others naked sight
 
My soul too will be eternally grateful for you my greatest love
as the stars and galaxies all rejoice over the love we share from above


Poem Details | by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: longing, passion, romantic, senses, sensual, sexy, sweet love,

Sensual Silky Colors

I have loved   -    I have felt ivory love bliss colors.

I have ridden sapphire air of crimson ecstasy -
	                                    and touched the silver stars.

I have felt gold, silky, lilac joy move 
                                            and embrace my harlequin heart.

I have melted to tangerine delight caresses 
                                            tingling my willing, fuchsia skin.

I have been lifted  -  and turned  -   and tossed  - 
                                on sensual, erotic waves that travel bold - 
                                                              through and between me                              
                                                                                                


..CayCay Jennings
March 11, 2016


Poem Details | by John Gondolf |
Categories: longing, love,

Love Waits Patiently

                                                            Love waits,
                                                                 patiently,
                                    for those who dare to dream,
                       and envision what their future can be
                 while waiting for their spirit to be set free.
              Suspended between sunray and moonbeam,
                                                      time stands still,                  
                                 as they anticipate nature’s will
                                                                together,
                                                  -forever-
                                      together,
                                      as they anticipate nature’s will,
                                      time stands still,
                                      suspended between sunray and moonbeam.
                                      While waiting for their spirit to be set free,
                                      and envision what their future can be, 
                                      for those who dare to dream,
                                      patiently,
                                      love waits.


August 27, 2018


Poem Details | by Nina Parmenter |
Categories: absence, beautiful, lonely, longing, lost love, sad,

Strangely Beautiful

If moonbeams’ fickle shadow-plays collude
with tousled sheets to take the shape of you,
And silent sighing pillow-tops exude
your scent, how do I see the night-time through?
If longing breezes rat-tat on my glass,
Curled soft into the likeness of your hand,
And floorboards moan, as if to feel you pass,
How can I wake each day? How can I stand?
If crowds contrive to conjure up your face,
And, mesmerised by yearning, I collide
with echoes of your breath at every pace,
How can I walk? How can I step outside?
And yet, because you built this purgatory,
Its walls are strangely beautiful to me.


31 December 18
For Beautiful Sadness Contest
Hosted by John Hamilton


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: absence, care, child, dad, desire, father, father daughter, fathers day,

LONGING FOR FATHER'S LOVE

I am not a father
Nor I am a mother
I am just a daughter
That is growing better...

Father, you have been away
I truly wish you have stayed
Hugging me as I lay
I don't need much penny...

All I have been missing is you my daddy
Your love and your real company...

Look, how I am now
I pursued my little vow
Hoping always, You'll be proud
It's alright if you'll not be loud...

All I want is for us to bond...

Yes, I am neither a kid nor a child
Ever anymore
But still, there is that longing
I cannot deny...

I miss you much, daddy...

(c) 

contest: POEM FOR DADDY
SPONSOR: LEONORA GALINTA
2ND PLACE - TO GOD BE THE GREATEST GLORY...
NOTE: I REALLY MISS A FATHER'S LOVE..


Poem Details | by Lyric Man |
Categories: crush, destiny, dream, fantasy, fate, longing, love,

I PRETEND

Yeah.I pretend that I'm your man
And your hand's in mine forever
So clear.love's eyes always see
Feelings that will extinguish never
So lets imagine.you and me

I read your poems, taste fantasy
Enough to keep this dream alive
Not listening to lies.of reality
I can survive, thinking we're real
Girl, you in my arms.it's destiny 

Cause I can't go on
And there's no tomorrow 
If I'm all alone
Drowning in this sorrow
Breathe into my lungs 
Tell me that it's true
Say, I'm not crazy
There's a me and you

Just love me now to eternity 
We could be so good together
My feelings can't be tethered
This love inside must be set free
Oh can't you see.I wanna be
We need to be...

Cause I can't go on
And there's no tomorrow 
If I'm all alone
Drowning in this sorrow
Breathe into my lungs 
Tell me that it's true
Say, I'm not crazy
There's a me and you

Girl, I don't want to pretend
But I can't let us end
So tell me that it's true
Say, I'm not crazy...
There's a me and you

There's a me and you..
Got to be..a me and you!

~Lyric Man

Note: I wanted to write about feelings so strong, though they be fantasy, there is always the possibility that these feelings can reach over into realityIt's happened to me, so the writer is a believer in the magic of what could be I've seen dreams come true.but could they in a place called, Soup???


Poem Details | by John Hamilton |
Categories: friendship love, hope, longing, marriage, repetition, romantic,

Hoping that it might be you

Hoping that it might be you

Verse 1

I've got some troubles in my life...
I'll help with yours, will you, help with mine?
"Cause I need love like everyone...
Will you be here when the day is done?
(day is done)

Verse 2

Seems, like the whole worlds in a mess...
each day gets harder, I confess...
I need someone, to help me through...
I was hoping, that it might be you!
(might be you)

Bridge 1
Try to be...  the person that I need
I'll try to be...the person that you need

Verse 3

There, are some things, I just don't like...
when, somethings wrong, but they say it's right...
So..would you share my point of view?
Or..would it, just be...too much for you?
(too much for you)

Verse 4

I've lived, a full life, made for one...
I've seen a lot, and, I've had my fun...
but now, I'm ready for, a life for two
I hope you feel...the way I do!
(the way I do)


Bridge 1
Try to be...  the person that I need
I'll try to be...the person that you need


Bridge 2

Will you be here when the day is done?
Will you share with me the setting sun?
Will you be here when the day is done?
Will you share with me the setting sun?

Verse 5

What would you do, when I'm old and grey?
Would you leave me here, or would you stay?
I'll need someone to help me through...
I was hoping that, it might be you
(might be you)

Bridge 1

Try to be...  the person that I need
I'll try to be...the person that you need

Finale

I'll need someone to help me through...
I was hoping that it might be you
Yeah, I'll need someone to help me through...
I was, hoping that it might be you

(hoping that it might be you)
(hoping that it might be you)
(hoping that it might be you)

repeat and fade

John Derek Hamilton
January 15,2016





Poem Details | by Lyric Man |
Categories: dark, deep, depression, dream, longing, love, magic,

MIDNIGHT HOUR

Into my dreary days
Rode hope on scented lines
In this pool of darkest deep
So bleak.only love could find
A world of suffocating stench
Pulls me closer to the abyss
I close my eyes in surrender
Instead of death I feel a kiss 

A simple note scribbled out
Words that touched my soul
Is it enough to quench doubt 
How will the story now unfold
Does she see behind the muse
Is there a way in this black night 
A narrow path.could I escape
Is this girl my guiding light

Cause when she says my name
It’s as if.. she is here
All these ominous storm clouds
She breathes out they disappear
Oh, there’s magic in her words
In her whisper there’s great power
Girl.reach out and take my hand
Pull me from this midnight hour

If her sweet letter is a dream
Then I pray to never awake
If she’s not heaven’s angel
I’m falling hard for a mistake
I’m taken in by all her prose
God, I so want to believe
Release me from these chains
If this is the moment.I receive 

Cause when she says my name
It’s as if.. she is here
All these ominous storm clouds
She breathes out they disappear
Oh, there’s magic in her words
In her whisper there’s great power
Girl.reach out and take my hand
Pull me from this midnight hour

I believe.Is that her touch
What a rush.I receive

Cause when she says my name
It’s as if.. she is here
All these ominous storm clouds
She breathes out they disappear
Oh, there’s magic in her words
In her whisper there’s great power
Girl.reach out and take my hand
Pull me from this midnight hour

~Lyric Man

Note: Sometimes a perfectly timed note, even in an email, can bring you salvation.


Poem Details | by John Hamilton |
Categories: introspection, longing, love, soulmate, true love,

Love will come to you

Love will come to you

Are you feeling lost and all alone?
searching for love, searching for love
Is your heart still looking for it's home?
searching for love, searching for love

Don't you know that love will come to you
Don't you know there's something you can do

Don't you want to share your life with someone?
Love will be waiting, love will be waiting
Do you feel the burning and the hunger?
Love is there waiting, love is there waiting

Don't you know that love will come to you?
Don't you know there's something you can do!

Chorus
Look at the reflection in the mirror...
take a good look at the person you see
Let the real you shine out ever clearer...
Help yourself to be, the best you can be!


A promise of true love brings satisfaction
Yes, love will find you, yes it will find you
Feelings deep inside, more than attraction
Yes, it will find you, yes love will find you


Don't you know that love will come to you?
Don't you know there's something you can do!

Chorus
Look at the reflection in the mirror...
take a good look at the person you see
Let the real you shine out ever clearer...
Help yourself to be, the best you can be!


Happiness that will last, your whole lifetime!
Yes, love has found you, yes love has found you
A lasting love that will forever shine!
Yes, love has found you, yes, love has found you

Don't you know that love will come to you?
Don't you know there's something you can do!

Chorus
Look at the reflection in the mirror...
take a good look at the person you see
Let the real you shine out ever clearer...
Help yourself to be, the best you can be!

chorus repeat and fade

John Derek Hamilton
April 04,2017









Poem Details | by Akkina Downing |
Categories: absence, desire, home, longing, love,

Home Collaberation with Silent One

Standing in the heart of this city
in awe of spectacular lights illuminating tall buildings.
Millions of strangers rush to and fro.
Who would've thought I would be here of all places.

But here I am feeling misplaced
in a place where no one knows your name

I fasten the winter coat tight 
to keep my heart wrapped warm,
because this city of strangers is so cold.
People wandering like bad actors struggling 
to play their part with faces lacking expression.

Concrete towers seem to imprison me
in a place my soul does not belong.
I walk the same path monotonously,
wondering where it all went wrong.

But here I am feeling lost and alone
I'm smiling but only to keep the dancing tears at bay.

I can't be someone who I'm not,
nobody seems to appreciate that I'm misunderstood

And the dream that brought me here today,
now wants me to return home.

As my naked breath freezes in the air,
for a moment tired eyes close.
A smile sneaks through reminiscing Chamorro dreams.
Bathing under a blazing sun whose rays 
glow through clear azure skies.
Crystal sapphire seas invite my soul
to immerse in tranquil waves,
peacefully admiring pestrel and
shearwater birds soaring high above.

I can almost hear warblers chirping melodic songs 
of home, perched on a parade of paipai and coconut trees.
Scents of colourful plumeria and hibiscus petals 
draw my senses closer to my heart's province.

Old foot prints have now washed away.
How I long to walk on sands of my forefathers,
where loved ones await with open arms.

A major honor to collaborate with Silent One 

             12 January 2018


Poem Details | by Mike Ruff |
Categories: depression, loss, lost love, love, passion, sad, heart, longing, heart, moon,

I Look To the Moon

I look to the Moon, hanging aloft
Among the clouds so milky soft.
How must it feel, so high above?
So chilled and bleak and void of love.

Collapsed and sunken are his eyes,
Dark and deep as the onyx skies.
As the Moon shies from the sun,       
I share no love with anyone.

The Moon is alone, without affection.
In its grim face is my reflection.
Inside my heart, the longing grows,
And rots my soul, a sickly rose.

While I look beyond this cage,
I clench my fists; they shake with rage.
I desperately stare above,
Wishing to fly, free as a dove;
For release from the troubled heart I claim,
To be finally rid of the madness and shame.
                                      
Although reprieve is found in song,
To no one does my soul belong.
In music, may the pleas be spoken,
But all in vain; the heart is broken.
                            
The Sphere returns, begins to sigh.
We are not so different, You and I.
So twisted and fractured is the White Stone.
We both have no one; We are both all alone.


Poem Details | by Anna-Marie Docherty |
Categories: art, bereavement, body, care, death, death of a friend, dedication, devotion, emotions, farewell, feelings, future, giving, grief, heart, hope, how i feel, i love you, leaving, life, longing, lost, lost love, love, memory, miss you, missing, missing you, remember, sad, sad love, spiritual, strength, symbolism, tribute, trust,

Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece


Poem Details | by Sandra Adams |
Categories: longing, love,

Love never fades

the morning air staggers above the lake
through trees, i almost feel it kissing me
my thoughts spiral down like leaves amidst fall
this emptiness is more than i can take
beneath closed eyes you are all that i see
yet emptiness haunts within morning's call





Sandy Adams
11/01/2013
SENSES FOR A SESTET 


Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: longing, love,

All I Think About Is You

Looking out into the setting sun Bright orange and brilliant red hues Mind drifting off in the distance All I think about is you Each day we are getting closer but you are so far away My heartbeat is getting stronger As I think about you I need your love to hold me up When life comes crashing down Make sense out of everything When all seems lost You seem true Looking out in the setting sun Flickers of hope I see Foreseeing just you and me In each and every dream My heart is calling you home Come slip inside my room Lay your head upon my pillow Waiting, wishing, wondering All I think about is you


Poem Details | by Akkina Downing |
Categories: desire, dream, longing, love,

Dreamlove

they met, once upon a time-
her silky hand melds with his
for but a moment 
an exchanged glance, fleeting
chocolate brown orbs
swimming in pools of milk
ebony hair dancing across her 
backless gown as she walks away
walked away…

swirling visions fill his head
dreams of her upon his bed
spinning, thrashing to and fro
stars put on an astral show
future bride on horse so white
sparkling jewels illume the night
speaks his name so sweet and low
eyes that cast a hopeful glow
calling, begging for his love
angels dance a waltz above
off they ride into the sun
forevermore they’ll live as one

‘twas the night they met
her heart stolen-
tapered black tie suit, cufflinks of gold
matching his golden locks
momentarily awestruck, diving into
piercing deep blue eyes
was all it took to set her blood afire
his seductive smile teasing
it’s way into her heart…

late at night when the world is asleep
she’s up thinking about him,
secretly hoping he’s dreaming of her too
when she finally closes her eyes
she drifts off, and in a moment of time
she’s with him, ready to love him
bands of gold glimmer like starlight
her silky gown drops gently to the floor
Andromeda turns her gaze
lost in love’s embrace
they burn like the midnight sun-
forevermore to live as one


she glances his way
her heart smiling, believing-
meeting him was destiny
she walks past his desk
drinking in another fill of him

if only she could tell him…

if only he could tell her...

he catches a glimpse 
from his lonely cubicle
the nape of her neck beckons 
a tender kiss, well-placed-
before long he's lost in a daydream


An honor to collaborate with July Morning



Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: longing, lost love, love,

Love for a movie screen

It was a romance only seen in forgotten dreams. An Oscar winning script written for movie screens. Her ethereal sight was the ultimate pleasure. Her eyes an enigma full of enchanted treasure. Her voice sang like an orchestra of angelic harmonies. Softly serenading sensual spiritual symphonies. Captivated, we danced like butterflies - fragile and soft. Seduced by her aroma, all inhibitions were lost. Our hearts met like waves resting upon twilight's seashore. Then I said those words my tongue had not revealed before. As we lay there, silently gazing at stars above, I spoke a language declaring an immortal love. Instead of a smile, tears rolled down her tender face. Confessed her secret of being from another place. She would disappear at the first sight of day light. My heart bled a tear as we embraced tight for the night. At dawn the horizons painted a rare aurora. A final message from her celestial aura. Melancholic from a love story that ended too soon. Still to this day my heart yearns for her unique choral tune.
The Silent One 28 September 2017 Example for Love for movie screens contest


Poem Details | by Winged Warrior |
Categories: longing, love, romantic,

'TRUST ME BABY THIS IS LOVE'

Breathe my love, for I breathe for you
Thru cyan skies and oceans bathing blue
Speak my love, for I lonely listen for you
Vivacious vivid voices of a sensuous spew

Dream my love, for I only dream of you
Lavish green meadows in the morning dew
Sing my love, for I symphonically sing for you
With Angelic ambiance within heavens view

Cry my love, for I calamitously cry for you
Lachrymal layers of our binding brew
Dance my love, so I may dance with you
In melodic moonlight that I may woo

Love, my love, so I may love with you
Through echoing eternity just the two.





June.23.2017
Trust Me Baby This Is Love - Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose 


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: absence, longing, love,

Reflection of a cherry blossom tree

Reflection of a cherry blossom tree, mirrored upon a calm river by pale moonlight. Its fragile buds falling with the light breeze, float away with the flow of tributaries. Just like memories that slowly slip away, time ticks calmly counting down the days. Innocently it stands with serene beauty as lovers gather to admire its peaceful nature. Many beloveds have shared a passionate kiss, while intoxicated by its seductive aroma. From Vietnam to Japan, to the shores across the pond, many a love story has began under fragile pink blossoms. Oh my beloved, how I long to embrace you beneath its glory, so our love story can be forever cherished. Under pale moonlight that glistens for you our lips will delicately touch for the first time. Cherry blossom buds shower our heads, as they shelter our love.
, The Silent One Originally written 3 October 2015 Posted 5 January 2018


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: allegory, desire, fire, hurt, longing, love, night, sad love,

Mystical Lore of the Moonlight Moth


Mystical amour of moonlight moth's whimsical lure, her glowing flame in sensual saffron gold attire; restless tease with every breeze, gilt cavorting contour, pale green flutterings, her wings stirring his breath afire. Lilting lightness in beaming brightness, her dark eyes shine, in the night renewed flight, fragile love on agile wings; aerial display of desire's ache amaranthine, hungry heartstrings crave what evening's ebony brings. His illumination sparks her imagination, heart’s replete, breathless beats, she basks in his halo-heat; fascination with chance her hot romance, damnation, flame’s fickled spurn, wistful wings burned, by love bittersweet. Susan Ashley 10/18/17 ------------------------------ ~ First Place ~ Contest: Favorite Rhyming Poem Ever Sponsor: Laura Loo


Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: 2nd grade, books, boy, grandchild, grandmother, longing, love,

Brody

Brody

I bought two new books for you today my sweet boy.
The Wizard of Oz and the Jungle book should bring joy.

I'm very proud of how wonderfully you read.
As an English scholar, I know you will succeed.

I see your picture in the morning when I rise
As I observe your dark hair and sparkling brown eyes

The thought and sight of you really makes me smile,
Although, when I saw you last, it's been quite a while.

I miss watching you laugh and play riding your bike.
I love photos sent of you and Dad on that hike.

You love to have fun in the sun I know, I know...
You race and ride that ATV just like a pro.

Your mommy sends me sweet pictures which makes my day
I would love to find a letter from you today.

You look so dashing in your boy scout livery
With badges bravely sought and won with chivalry.

Your Kung fu lessons have trained mind and body well
I'm proud of you my dear grandson and I can tell

The kind of compassionate soul you will one day be.
I pray to God you will be blessed eternally.

Sometimes tears fall because you live so far away
I long for your kisses and hugs most everyday.

Please don't ever forget how much your Gram loves you.
You have my heart, and with your smile I can't feel blue.

4-9-18
© Connie Marcum Wong

-Poem of the day April 11, 2018~

5th place in Emile Pinet's Non-Romantic Love Contest


Poem Details | by Arturo Michael |
Categories: heart, longing, love, soulmate,

When a heart truly believes

 Where is my love ~ where could she be ~ somewhere out there my poor heart 

 seeks~ on some lonely street~ as I pass by a crowd~ I thought I might have 

 heard her speak ~ Is it you ~ I need to know ~ telling eyes would surely show

 a voice behind your smile~would lift my heart up to the sky~but a chill comes 

 over me~ when you kissed the man I'll never be~now my back's against a wall 

 alone wondering who should I call ~ where is my love ~ where could she be ~ 

 somewhere out there my aching heart seeks ~ I look to a star ~ wherever you 

 are ~ I hope this message gets to you ~ I stand here waiting ~ anticipating ~ 

 I'll  be searching every place to find ~ a true love till the end of time ~


Poem Details | by Casarah Nance |
Categories: for him, longing, love, romance,

Second Chance

Here we are again in the center of the desert
Don't know how we came to know a second chance
drowning in a drought of inspiration
thirsty still we both know that we can dance

timid and a tiny bit off of balance
my hands are shaking, heart is heavy beating
I look into the endless sky of your eyes
here and now there is no more retreating

Sands of time are shifting all around us
shards of absence seem to disappear
possibilities are promises in the breeze
and i'm complete now that you're here

You're the water to sate my starving senses
The master of mirage, you take me home
The desert is not as desolate at it used to be
now that I know I am not alone

Here are again in a second chance of romance
and the sands sing a slow song as we dance




Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, beautiful, longing, love, passion, romantic, sensual,

When In Love's Immense Depths, You Are Truly Cherished

When In Love's Immense Depths, You Are Truly Cherished
 

Mystical web spun memories of our sweet nights,
love began under stars and brightest of moonlights.
Hold onto that image, its joyous dreaming dreams;
fiery echoes, night trysts and pleasurable screams!
Love's greatest truth rests in thy bosom and kind heart,
destined to meet that night and our souls never part!

Fate fulfilled as we were thrilled, luscious love’s first blush, 
time together, had forever, no need to rush
Aroused desires stirred passions’ afire to burn 
like pulsing embers in joined flames of wanton yearn, 
till what was left, spent afterglow like cooling coal 
our hot bed then our sanctuary soul to soul.

From passion's soul to soul, came steaming heart to heart,
delicious love made each night glowing as fine art.
Waking wrapped in love-joined joy, within Cupid's shot,
giving you my all and all I have ever got.
Days spent in loving arms that held our love so true,  
knowing your soft heart lives in me and all I do.

From that day, when angels’ wings whispered you away,
tears I cry are sweet relief when my mind does stray.
Bleeding heart still blooms for you vibrant on the vine,
though seeking tendrils ache without you to entwine.
Oh the wish to taste your kiss, nectar ‘pon my lips,
your thrilling touch still lingers since your life’s eclipse.

Yet Fate had its saddest call, that none can deny,
ours was to live its love-feast and not reason why.
Now so alone, precious memories to sustain,
moments of mirth that alleviate the great pain,
feed my desires for your tender nightly embrace,
know, no power ever known, can our love erase.

Upon dawn's breaking, wake knowing you were once here,
another memory lessens days flow of tears.
Future promise of being joined in nightly bliss
and in that moment having all I now so miss;
your heart the flower, I the honey seeking bee,
our love entwined in paradise under love's tree.

Come take me to your Heaven's home of pearly light,
my sombre soul now needs you like the stars need night.
I look to skies bittersweet shades of twilight blue
and daydream of your denim eyes of darkest hue.
For a time imagining I’m held in your gaze
your magic’s purest charms still don’t fail to amaze.

Please find my kiss I’ve blown to you upon the breeze,
I send to you my love with prayers while on my knees.
Praying to be with you rather sooner than late,
memories move to close the circle of our fate.
Gather my soul, lift me to you like a feather,
with spun gossamer of sacred ties that tether.



Robert Lindley and Susan Ashley

(a collaboration)

_______________June 13, 2018_______________


My poet’s note:  My dear friend, again I have been honored and blessed to have the gift of composing this tale of love and its magnificent blessings with you!
My short poem fragment(first stanza)based upon a relationship I had over four decades ago, has been beautifully completed in our collaboration, because of your wonderful verses, inspiration, and immense talent.
Even beyond our friendship, you have further honored me with your great kindness and your truly generous gift of writing with me...
For all of that my dear friend, I am so deeply indebted...

Susan's poet’s note:  Thank you my friend, for sharing your friendship and the joy of this write with me! Again, you lead the way with your splendid talent and abundant inspiration you so freely giveYour generous gifts light up my imagination and your beautiful lead stanza set the stage for a creative and poetic experience that made our collaboration most satisfyingSharing concepts and creating our work together feels quite natural to meI truly appreciate your deep and tender artistry, Robert, and also your patience for the delays caused by my busy-ness in these hectic days...