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Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: may, moon,

Star-Crossed - For Love of Day, For Love of Night

(this is a form called Swap Quatrain, where first line's phrases swap in the last line of each stanza) In shadows’ veils, at end of night, sweet Moon removes her modest light and softly, yet again, exhales - at end of night, in shadows’ veils. As she departs, her love’s released to climb the stairway to the east. They cannot meet to share their hearts. Her love’s released as she departs. She watches him while hid from view, the way he kisses morning’s dew, and sees gold rays spill from his rim. While hid from view, she watches him. Sad Moon, alone for centuries, with awe has watched Sun leave, cerise. while she, afarhow cold she’s grown! For centuries, sad moon alone. She takes his place so he may rest. And though forlorn, she’s always dressed in lace, for Luna has great grace. So he may rest, she takes his place. For love of night, for love of day, she can’t implore him that he sway from course To be apart’s their plight. For love of day, for love of night.


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: heart, lost love, may, red,

In the Sun's Last Glow

On her terrace where she once had viewed a crimson field, she stands recalling heroes who were battling their foe. She still can feel the terror! How her poor heart reeled thinking of her lover fighting on the field below, with others on that plain bathed red as the sun dipped low. The brave men lie in caskets which now are concealed beneath a plain that ran with blood, where bright irises now grow. She thinks of her own strong brave man, draped in white and sealed forever in a casket tooHe was her Romeo. The sorrow flooding her she had never thought to know. She looks down from her terrace with a heart that won’t be healed. The mighty dead now lie in grassy fieldsand lo! Around the graves are swords, which are green blades revealed with *purple flags that softly wave as a May wind starts to blow and she is bathed in red again, there in the sun’s last glow. * Purple flags refer to the name of the purple iris that resembles a flag


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: appreciation, art, care, family, love, wife, wisdom,

In Such Intense Flames, An Eternity May Be Born

In Such Intense Flames, An Eternity May Be Born

Hold your dreams, bind them with rainbow beams
tumble sweetly and let heart's passion arise
sow the seeds that love gives passion's great might
that Life and Love both gift oft in joyful surprise.

With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.

Embrace those blessings that truest romance bestows
caress them with care and taste their honey sweet
let spring forth, memories that forever shall live
for gems of purest love, never suffer indignant defeat.

With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.

Chase your heart's desire, revel in its glorious touch
kindle such heat, stoke fantasy and its hottest of fires
for in such intense flames, an eternity may be born
even after glow of passion's saddest of funeral pyres.

With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.

Robert JLindley , 10-14-2018
Rhyme, ( Looking Back, Ages Ago)

Poet's Note- Dedicated to my great friend and writing partner, Susan Ashley

Inspired by and composed after my reading of Susan Ashley's superbly crafted new poem titled, The Glory Of The Eastern EdgeThank you dear friend for  seeding this burst of early morn writing
This revisiting of the romantic imaginations of my youth-  reminds me now of the immense love and great blessings of my beloved wife Riza and the most cherished blessing of our beloved son Justin.
What once was lost, much later has been found..


Poem Details | by JSLambert Mister ROBOTO |
Categories: black african american, day, happiness, health, hope, inspirational, life, love, may, nature, passion, peace, people, philosophy, religion, social, time, travel, uplifting, visionary,

Each Day Takes its Turn

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we strive to make sure 
each day enlightens us 
and brightens us
even as light fades to gray 
may we keep fighting 
with two swollen feet
beneath the body and soul 
experiencing trials 
and intense life lessons 
meshed with stresses 
may we persevere 
turn off  fear's song 
may we stand firm 
as we glide along 
through shifty winds of change 
that may cause things to sway
rearrange
but we hold true
inside the values and morality
we stand for 
we
fall for nothing 
we
may stumble along the trip 
we 
may swerve at the wheel yet 
we 
do not lose our grip
because no one 
can eclipse the sun 
yet
everyone heals 
before they're done

Just when situations arise 
flooding us with pain we despise
and just when it seems like
our tear ducts are dry 
from ongoing cries
we may think 
things are on the brink of ending
then God shows us the ways of faith
by way of love that he's sending

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we make sure 
every day enlightens us 
and brightens us 
as each day takes its turn

~JSLambert



Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: dedication, love, beautiful, world, beautiful, love, may,

True Hearts Beating

Where will I be twenty years from today?
The World is moving at such a fast pace.
Will I still look at love the same way?

Will I be able to look at your face?
That is my heart's greatest desire.
The World is moving at such a fast pace.

Now when I'm with you my heart is on fire.
I wish for my soul to still burn for you.
That is my heart's greatest desire.

My eyes may grow dimmer I know that's true.
A love so beautiful will never fade.
I wish for my soul to still burn for you.

Even if my body to death is laid.
That will never stop my true heart's beating
A love so beautiful will never fade.

The world may be fast sometimes defeating.
That will never stop my true hearts beating.
Where will I be twenty years from today?
I'll still be looking at love the same way!

Valentines Contest


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: lost love,

May Lilacs Linger Everlastingly

May lilacs linger everlastingly
in dreams he dreams of meWhenever he,
by chance, is in a pitch black room alone,
may he recall the scent of my cologne.

As long as I can write sweet poetry,
may lilacs linger everlastingly.
May he recall our love song slowly playing;
how we danced, pressed together, swaying.

And may he still remember my warm breath
against his cheekBeyond his very death,
may lilacs linger everlastingly
the same way he stays in my memory.

Oh, may he not forget - when shadows fall -
our kisses in the darkWe had it all!
My darling man, may he remember me.
May lilacs linger everlastingly

written Dec31, 2015 

Now For the For the Best Love Poem #4 Poetry Contest of PD


Poem Details | by john loving iii |
Categories: love, star, may, star, stars,

a gift from cyber space

to my cyber love
whom i may never see
who's words are my comfort
who loves me with keys
you who writes to my soul
apart of my life i give control
between us we share
a box with words
that instantly care's
and feelings preserve
we try to give
some sorts of gifts
but unlike other lovers
we cannot kiss
but give what i can 
to you this day
to make you feel special 
in my special sort of way
have you ever seen lovers 
look up in the night time sky
and one pick out a star
and say that's yours and mine
of all the stars in heaven
i've chosen the best one 
the star i chose for you
is the star we call the sun
of all the stars in heaven 
none compare to it's light
it's beauty and majesty
to everyones delight
it warms and makes you happy
and even makes you grow
to say the least a lot of other things 
that you may not even know
it will always be there
tomarrow and tomarrow
just a simple gift 
need never have to barrow
so when morning comes 
and you see the dawns first light
think of it as me
sneaking in to your life





(This is dedicated to the one I love.)


Poem Details | by Teresa Altman |
Categories: devotion, faith, hope, husband, inspirational, love, wife, me, heart, heart, may, me,

My Soul Mate

Sweet laughter and devotion, I have shared with none.
This restless heart so tired, of being all alone.

I’ve tried the life of Paul, but it gave not enough.
My heart is overflowing with aching, needful love.

Lord, bring me a companion, but not just any man.
He must be one of valor, or leave me as I am.

Make him strong as Moses, a leader in Your truth.
And I will stand beside him, that I may be his Ruth.

Someone to correct me in, things I need to know;
Reproving me, thus gently, in order that I grow.

Bring me one like Jonathan, loyal to the end;
And I will love forever, this man that is my friend.

Even in the hard times, he will choose to stay;
And we will seek for healing, together, as we pray.

A Boaz to protect me, in safety He will lead,
That I may rest completely, in all that my heart needs.

Someone true like Joseph, my words he will believe;
His faithfulness long-lasting, when others would deceive.

And don’t forget Dear John, his loving heart’s embrace;
With eyes that will behold me, in honor, truth, and grace.

But mostly find the heart, of Jesus that forgives;
Then, with this man you bring me, forever I will live.


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, conflict, desire, lost love, pain, relationship, sorrow,

Save Me, That I May Rise Again To Stand

Save Me, That I May Rise Again To Stand

Where it that good-morrow brought thee again
save my broken soul from love-lust in sin!
Heal my heart, stop my nights of great sorrows
offer thy hand, promise of tomorrows.

Thinking back to love-nights we never slept
agony, I fell and viciously wept.
O' my love, allow me one more soft kiss
grant mercy, giveth this saddest soul bliss.

Remember vows, we swore to never break
in this dear Hope my life, I gladly stake.
My daily prayer, sends pleas for thy hand
Save me, that I may rise again to stand.

Where it that good-morrow brought thee again
save my broken soul from love-lust in sin!

R.JLindley
NOV.17TH 1975

Note- This poem was written while in a fallen state of despair
from a lost love, and broken soul laid bare.
A youth that raced to drown sorrows, only to find more and deeper misery in the drowning.


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: friendship love,

May Love Forever Burn Brightly


Friendships are made, friendships are broken But the friendships here on the site Are as strong as any that have ever existed Unencumbered by outside influences They thrive in an atmosphere of a common language That of love, compassion, and joy In the knowledge there are still loving souls out there Amid the turmoil that exists in the world Wars have been fought since the beginning of time They have always been part of the human condition This desire to be king of the hill Starts early on with childhood interaction Bullies trying to prove their superiority by strength But their strength is usually only physical There is also a strength of character Which the so-called meek of the earth possess That is stronger than physical strength Strength of character is the strength I describe Those that possess it often go on to great success If their fire within is allowed to burn brightly So let the friendships here on this site Burn brightly with the love of the written word The words in rhyme that communicate A love of our fellow inhabitants Of this wonderful site and this wonderful world We call Earth!


Poem Details | by Dana Smith |
Categories: love, moon, nature, love, may, sun, time,

Moon and Sun

Although we meet the dying day Our sun ensconced in melting blue The moon’s held high to swing and sway Her light may sprinkle, softest hue No other reason but for you There’s a time when all stars must go When the sky can hold only two And that is when my love will grow. One night, the whitest white will stray Snowflakes sticking to dying rue The sun may flash its final ray But after that, the golden’s through And once again the night is new We’ll let the winters beauty show The fireplace our burning cue And that is when my love will grow. There is a time in early May When flowers bloom and spring is new Then laughter shakes as children play Shrieking with fun that’s over-due Who could cry today, guess a few. I’ve felt the sunshine’s warmest glow One day I’ll feel your warmest, too And that is when my love will grow. When sunshine fades, moon glows anew; And when she dips once more, he’ll go And when they’re in the sky, just two- And that is when my love will grow.


Poem Details | by cortni basford |
Categories: friendship, i love you,

You may not be blood but your still family

You come over all the time 

We talk about everything 

And anything 

I know I can come to you 

With anything because you 

Will always understand 

We have a lot in common 

Some people ask why do you

Even talk to her

She don’t care about you 

At all 

I tell them 

They don’t know you like I do 

And they never will 

Because even though you’re not 

Blood you are still my family 

No matter what happens in 

Twenty years or even two weeks 

Down the road we will always be

Sisters for life 

And I happy that I can look at you 

And say I love you sis


Poem Details | by Owen Yeates |
Categories: love, mothers day, love, may,

On Mothers Day

On this day
No other can say

More than children do
Other things may stress
They may make a mess
How would they cope without you?
Ever in their hearts
Regardless of the false starts
Since they were born its true

Dedicated love you did show
Able thanks to you to grow
You must gather love accrued


Poem Details | by John Posey |
Categories: death, grief, love, memory, pain, pain, children, may, travel,

Our Hearts Are Broken Too

(In memory of those lost in Newtown, CT) We may not know the answers to all the questions asked We cannot control how great the pain or how long it will last. Nothing we can do will erase the pain you bear But we cannot remain silent as if we didn’t care. The blood of precious children was shed this very day And grieving families wonder when this pain will go away. We know time will heal a multitude of wounds But we also can be very sure it won’t be very soon Evil came to visit here and we all wonder why The souls of friends and children were made to say good-bye What happened here today we may not ever know And haunting thoughts of loved ones will follow where we go. You may be called to travel a higher road than we But you cannot travel faster than our prayers that follow thee. We know that we can never bear the grief that you go through Just remember we are here – Our hearts are broken too. Written by John Posey 12/16/12


Poem Details | by john freeman |
Categories: peace, love, may,

To The Unknown Source

To The Unknown Source To whom this may concern, I commit my soul, my worm I live from day today, as some say… when I bite the Clover, it is over. Love Hallowed if it be thy name, I have heard of thy precept fame. May thy kingdom come among, in strives my hands I have wrung. Of my meanness reaping seeps, I’ve heard of Love, there be sheep. Goats of mighty ships afloat, descend into the abyss moat. If Love be true Love, the will, of which one’s life should spill, then my will has been, bitter pill, of bitterness has been my seal. Forgive me as I will forgive, of this Love I forever will live. Of my daily bread I will be fed, feeding my neighbors as I am lead. Of whom this may concern, commit I myself of Thee to learn. Of awesome Precept I am kept. Of beastly concepts I have wept. Loose the human concept yoke, of bitterness pill I am thus broke, by concepts of which I spoke. Humans in gross darkness grope. For Frank’s Compose a prayer No I am not as unfamiliar with God as this poem would suggest, But few know the Source fully as the Love that He actually is. “Because strait and narrow is the way, few there be that find it.”


Poem Details | by Paula Swanson |
Categories: love, heaven, heaven, love, may, me,

Love Is My Heaven

~“Tis torture, and not mercyHeaven is here
Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog
And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
Live here in heaven and may look on her,
But Romeo may not."
- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, 3.3



~Blind am I to be of love? Here be mortal eyes, seeing with mine heart Whereupon earth, I behold her at all times There in deep pools, from pebble tossed, the rippling flow of her hair There, where lies the dew upon the buds Her moist red lips awaiting my favor In the courtyard fountain's purl, tis the beauty of her laughter All about me is her visage, from waking morn, to deep twilight Even the moon does look upon me Gently caressing my face and does kiss me with her light Blind to love I cannot be Not when her love is my world, my eyes, my heart, my very being.~
For the contest, Romeo And Juliet; How Tragic Love Is


Poem Details | by Sandra Haight |
Categories: dance, dark, halloween, love, surreal,

May I Dance With You


May I dance with you now as ghosts ride by with the breeze,
     and that old witch on her broom flies on by past the moon.
While big, black cats with green eyes stare at us from the trees,
     we'll glide past jack-o-lanterns as we sway and we swoon.

This dark night sky is on fire with red moon's eerie glow;
     silhouettes of the treetops and house roofs hug the sky
as the spirits surround us, in the darkness we know
     we will dance, cheek to cheek, on this grand night, you and I.

Dance with me, come in closer as bats swirl all around;
     all night creatures are watching as I hold you so tight.
While owls screech, my fangs pierce!  I, Dracula, love the sound
     of enjoying my blood feast this great Halloween night!

Yes!  It is me, don't you see?  Dance is done!  I have won!


Sandra MHaight

~2nd Place~
Contest: Halloween Scare
Sponsor: Russell Sivey
Judged: 11/09/2017

Rules: 13 lines, 13 syllables per line 
169 syllables total checked with howmanysyllables.com
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~1st Place~
Contest: May I Dance With You
Sponsor: Galeo DS
Judged: 10/31/2016 
Form: Anapestic Tetrameter 






Poem Details | by Ravindra K Kapoor |
Categories: life, love, musicme, beauty, art, art, beauty, love, may, me,

Love in a Beauty Fair - A 'Kawaali'

Love in a Beauty Fair

My Poem in the format of a Kawaali – in English 

Male Singer 01 	/ Group of singers


I  hear that we are in a fair,           of  Husno-Adda* and  beauty,
Still,       I am,  in search of a heart,                         full of Love,


Female Singer 01 / Group of singers:


This  is a gathering of Beauty and graceful ones,      not a crowd  of lovers,
The one who is ready, to sacrifice       everything, may possess the beauty.



Male Singer 02   / Group of singers:


Take a test of our Love my dear,           or come close to test my love, 
Still if your beauty is not satisfied,     just try the love at-least for ones,



Female Singer 02 / Group of singers:

O what you are crying as Love & Love me,        is not that simple my   dear,
There are lovers who sacrifice even their life,       still they do not  get  love,


Male Singer 03/ Group of singers:


You are narrating  a  story,      because you have not,         yet seen     love,
When your Beauty would relish love,   you would be searching love everywhere.


Female Singer 03 / Group of singers:


This is what you say my dear,      it  is only first time that we  have met here,
Let me see your splendors of love,  or it is just a way of yours,  to mold me,



Male Singer 04 / Group of singers:


After witnessing the splendors of love, you may find you cannot live without it, anymore,
Feeling the extreme agonies,  you may repent,  but then you won’t find the love
anywhere, 


Female Singer 04 / Group of singers:


O,  if it is like that, let    me    the    see,       the      splendors of  your Love,
You say that I shall be dying on that love,  O, let me die to witness, what you say,



Male Singer 05 / Group of singers:


We are wasting these precious moments of love, talking about living or dying,
Let us live these lovely moments in love,        instead of talking to live or die.


Female Singer 05  / Group of singers:


O,  I can sacrifice  even my life,                on this molding art of yours, my love,
Perhaps beauty is  hidden in love      but             Love is nothing without beauty.


Together they sing 06 /Group of singers:


It is not a thing of dying or living,        nor   a  fight     between   beauty   and love,

It is only,    the art of  living  and       loving,        which  creates only cheerfulness.



Ravindra
Kanpur India   22nd Oct 2010
Clarifications
* Husno-Adda The graceful art of showing the beauty of women.


Poem Details | by Richard Pickett |
Categories: faith, hope, lovechildren, thank you, prayer, children, love, may, thank you, wisdom, new year,

A New Year Prayer

The Lord be with you!

Almighty Lord, Fountain of Wisdom, Thank You for the Grace You have given 
Your children this past yearThank You for all Your children to whom You 
have shown mercy, and brought home to Your loving KingdomThank You for those who's
suffering You have ended, for our Families and Friends, whom You have watched overI Pray
Dear Lord, that in the New Year that comes, that Your Loving Grace will envelope us in our
hour of needAllow us the wisdom to give thanks for all that we have, no matter how small
and insignificant it may seem,
and the Love and Grace to give to those who have notI Pray that You allow
our children see, what we have not, to hear what we have dismissed, to Love those we have
notHear our Prayers for Servicemen and women throughout the world,
that You Give them protection from harms way, and that they be kept safe in Your
countenanceHear our Prayers for those who Govern, that You may grant them
the wisdom to make decisions that are just, that will better Mankind not destroy
itAlmighty and Merciful Father We ask and Pray for the forgiveness of our sins,
and that we be granted the strength and Grace to walk in Your way in this New Year.


    In Prayer we ask this in the Name of Your Son, Jesus Christ......Amen



   The Lord be with all of you this New Year......+  


Poem Details | by Ravindra K Kapoor |
Categories: faith, imagination, life, philosophy, science, god, faith, god, life, love, may, power,

Lines Life and our Faith in God

Lines Life and our Faith in God


Is it possible to divide lines?
Which are of numerous types and kinds,
Like life, which always appear in different,
Forms, colors, shapes and types.

But when all these types and kind of lines disappears,
Covering the sheet of darkness,
What is left is only a tiny dot,
Which has no end and has no beginning.

From a tiny dot only life and every thing began one day,
And in a tiny dot every thing would vanish one day,
Leaving no lines of any kind bold or thin,
On the sands of time,
What would ultimately be left, as the last impression,
Would only be a tiny dot, much smaller than the rolling tears of eyes.

The Universe also started from a dot,
Even all universes and galaxies, stars and planets,
Started from a dot created by God,
And every thing ultimately would vanish,
One day in the darkness of a dot, like black hole,
About which we almost know nothing,
Except that every thing including the earth, planets, stars,
Even our body and mind and its high rising aims and ambitions
Would ultimately get lost in the magnetic darkness of the 
Black hole, which is nothing but another form of a dot.

The creative and destructive power of the dot,
Is right before us in the form of a computer,
Which builds, learns and teaches every thing,
Starting and ending from tiny tiny dots,
And places before us humans and nature,
Animals and creatures, in their true forms, except
They do not breathe, love and hate like humans.

But humans are close to create a new dot,
Tomorrow it would breathe and talk, 
It would think and walk and may also love and hate
And may be, it would start creating,
New types of humans and may start thinking himself one day,
As our new Creator or a new God.

I pondered, wondered and imagined,
What would happen, when this new God,
Would have a small amount of some power in his hand
And may become a new God for those,
Who do not believe in our faith and in our Almighty God,
As even a small amount of the power of creation and destruction,
May blind the weak humans to start thinking himself as the new God.

In such a situation, all lines of all types may disappear
For ever from us, which has so far, 
Saved us from the total disappearance of our existence,
And has brought up like a child in every religion and faith,
So that we may flourish and bloom like his Nature
And may adore Him as,
Our faith or God or as our strong and bold Dot,
Which always loves us a lot.


Ravindra


Kanpur India     13th June 2006




Poem Details | by Sidney Beck |
Categories: inspirationalchildren, father, children, father, love, may, me, my children,

LIFE PRECEPTS AND GOD

LIFE  PRECEPTS  AND  GOD



I want to mold no one, for what I believe   is suitable for me alone; 
Each must find a belief-path which suits perfectly, but suits no one apart.
Let me offer my beliefs only to show how a  path may be found  -
And advise you to believe nothing unless it is deep in your heart.

If my job as father  was correctly done, on their path  through life
My children will treat others as they themselves wish to be,
And will  look upon each person as a potential brother in need of help,
And seeing another’s misfortune, they will say -  it could easily be me.

They will look after each other and others who may be in need,
And seek no thanks or praise, but do the job secretly with no bother.
Love is shown only by actions, and in the  doing is the praying.
Their actions will be motivated by what is necessary for these others.

This is a difficult path to take and it is the right path:
But path or no path, I love my children - they are mineAnd I believe this:
If I love my children as dearly as a father  can, then
How much more does God our father  love us We are his


Poem Details | by Alex Bruinekool |
Categories: people, love, may, time,

Pretentious Collaboration Written During Conversation (Credit to Emmily Rosa)

I
"Gotta job as a nanny!"
"Maybe they'll hire me as a butler"
"Butler and nanny always live
in close quarters"
She winks
He raises and eyebrow suggestively

II
"I love flirting with poets
so...
palpable"
"Indeed my dear, indeed.
We are a flirtatious, passionate creature"
"But we're also dramatists
adulterers
alcoholics
and prone to murder and suicide"
"Yes, some may look down on our kind,
but goddamn, we ain't boring"

III
"The first time I read Bukowski,
it was like I rediscovered
some part of myself
that was missing
or that I'd hidden away
either consciously or subconsciously
years ago.
I might have to write that down.
New freeverse."
"Love when that happens"
"Me too.
That's one thing i love about talking to poets.
Conversations often turn into writing"
"Simple Ideas morph into insolent dreams.
There's my freeverse snippet of the day"

IV
"A good poet may exaggerate,
but is no liar"
"True;
and exaggeration is like getting high,
makes everything better.
Possible Haiku?"

V
"Love is our strongest muse"
"Absolutely.
It's the most vital element to human life;
brings our greatest highs and deepest lows"

VI
"The cool thing about dating poets
is that they don't give a care
if you get
caught up with someone else
and by caught up
I mean
hopelessly
carelessly
seeexually
entangled."

VII
"The white gown
drapes over your succulent frame
like a dress of beauty.
Your hair, rusty orchid
in the shade of the picture,
cascades down smooth cheeks
the hand can die happy
having once caressed."

"That was my mom's wedding dress.
I like rusty orchids,
and the Shakespearian ending
was a harpsichord
resonant
a saunter around my affection for the dead
living
doll
I once was
came again to the meter of memory
an escapist serenade"

VIII
"Where does time go
when poets commerce?"

"Onto the paper"


Poem Details | by Raul Moreno |
Categories: funny, loveme, heart, heart, love, may, me,

My Love I'm not Cheating

My love...let me explain this situation,
I had no intentions of cheating on you.
I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.
You saw me with her and it meant nothing,
I just held her for a moment in my hand.

Your skin glows like the moons reflection on water, 
She looked anorexic sick...and pale green before vomiting.
Your scent’s like liquid caramel whenever you move.
She smelt like salty...sweat on a hot day.

My yearning heart throbs to your sloshing voice, 
And I salivate to the sound of your name.
The evening flutters like butterfly wings.
I am calmed by your taste that I carry into, 
The twilight of my soul and hold dear to my heart

I’m filled with hope, may I dry your condensation tears,
That steadily stream down your plastic face?
I didn’t mean to make you cry...my love.

As my taste is satisfied, it reminds me 
Of your moistened contents when I first met you.
In the hush of night, hearing you psss..turns me on,
My taste...buds leap to my mouth‘s palate

I wait in the moonlight for your secret 23 flavors, 
So that we may merge as one, liquid to stomach.
In the search of glorious satisfaction, 
Of having my life...moistened by your touch.

Please believe me...she means nothing to me.
I just held her in my hand for a moment,
I’m loyal to you with all my heart and soul,
My lips never touched hers, I promise.

I would never switch to Mountain Dew.
I’m in love with you and only you,
Satisfy my life with your liquid...love.
I longed to hold you in my hand,
You...my DrPepper...come here let me kiss you.
I'm in love with your cool and refreshing taste.........ahhh.


Poem Details | by Star Light |
Categories: forgiveness, inspirational, life, love, god, god, may, time,

Treasureous Hearts

My Dearest
Treasured Friends
Tis as Time be
I am sorry to say
I must leave...

For I shall carry each one of you
within my heart.
Treasures tis True..
I shall pray..
God shall be with you
Wherever you may go
For God will take care of you
This we know.
For you are an apple 
within His eye...
For God made you
Precious & True...
Thank you all for being there
God Bless you...
I must leave..
For tis My time tis pass
I am sorry.but 
I can't even see you 
through this looking glass...
For my heart.tis in wonders
Even unto tis man..
Who know who he is.
Tho.as God has planned
All things must be
I shall take each one of you
Words of Treasures within my heart

Tis.as I leave
God be with you all
God's Speed...

Love always in Christ
Until tis day..
God makes a way
For some time
Never know
We may meet
along tis road of life
But for sure we shall
Eternity with Christ...

Come to Jesus...
That tis if you haven't yet..
Come to Him.for Jesus is Far more 
He is True Savior.Our Lord

Love always your sister in Christ...


Poem Details | by Chelsea Selag |
Categories: angst, love, song-words, me, may, me,

Sometimes Heartbroken

Sometimes Heartbroken

I know I still love you
After all that you’ve done
You tell me different lies
Than you told everyone

I try to deny
The pain that’s built up inside
Though, even when I smile
My heart starts to divide

Sometimes heartbroken
Now that I finally realize
The words that you’ve spoken
Were really all lies

Sometimes Heartbroken
I’m dying inside
And I can’t seem to get over you
No matter how hard I tried

Now every time I see you
I feel emptiness in my heart
But then I remember
How you deceived me from the start

Even then I had a feeling
That this may never last
But I can’t help thinking
About throwing away that past

Sometimes heartbroken
Now that I finally realize
The words that you’ve spoken
Were really all lies

Sometimes Heartbroken
I’m dying inside
And I can’t seem to get over you
No matter how hard I tried

So tell me why
You had to lie to me
You may have tricked everyone around you
But you were the one who just couldn’t see

Sometimes heartbroken
Now that I finally realize
The words that you’ve spoken
Were really all lies

Sometimes Heartbroken
I’m dying inside
And I can’t seem to get over you
No matter how hard I tried

Sometimes Heartbroken
As I look back on this
I find that I’m no longer broken
As these words pass my lips

Sometimes Heartbroken


Poem Details | by L'nass Shango |
Categories: history, love, nature

This is May

This is May
The time of the beginning of the month of rains
This is May
The teen girl coming boldly to my mother's room
This is May
Don Colon sails to Discovery Bay and leave in chains
This is May
Her young body like a delicate and exotic perfume
Are clouds dark as memory
On the old page of history
This is May
And I prefer none, but long to be there
When gully overflows cleansing me of fear:
              (a)
May murmurs in trees
Golden with juicy blossoms
Falling for the rain
              (b)
May bares her bright breast
To the oval lips of skies
The young heart thunders
               (c)
May brings her ships to bay
Laden with lost sailors' joy
Black rivers run red
               (d)
May wears the mountain scent
From fragrant flowers succulent
Hope seeks new domain
               (e)
May too is for love
Love of brave warriors' drums
Beating like a heart.
 



Poem Details | by jennifer smith |
Categories: inspirational, uplifting, beautiful, beautiful, love, may,

ugly and cheap

i may just have an ugly face.
i also maybe cheap
but i have made many "a man race"
as beauty is only skin deep.

i may not be as pretty as a picture
but i have often made a choice
and i may not be any richer
but there is love in my voice.

i may not have lovely clothes
but i can make love to you
and i may not be beautiful as a rose
but i know when love is true.

i may not have a beautiful body
but it is still kept on view
and i may not be small and often in the nuddy
but my affections are on cue

so if you rate your love on looks alone
i think I'll just leave and tarry
because you heart is colder than stone
your the type for me not to marry.


Poem Details | by Shea Hunt |
Categories: girlfriend-boyfriend, hope, inspirational, love, life, heart, heart, life, may,

life Changing Day

Her heart has just said that
It has found the one
That it wants to settle with.
So in anticipation of the day
She will have to hang about
In a life that she would
To a certain extent do without.

For the existence that she previously knew
And dipped her toes into 
Would only make the birth
Of courtship she now desires 
End up in a swell of sand.

She knows that it would take years
For her soul companion
To comprehend that her
Life in now fixed Just for him
And in the closing stages he may not
Agree with the amount of
Selflessness for such an individual,
Thus may even end up walking away
From such a surprising scene.

In her heart she also knows
That the life that she
Lives on this life altering hours
Will never make him even
Imagine of staying, for he has such morals
That just makes her seem to be a stray.

So to that new life that she is going
To set on herself today
She shall at slightest have
The smallest amount of chances
to be in his hands until the end of instant.

This now gives her everlasting hope
To live until that last day.


Poem Details | by Sasha Maharaj |
Categories: dark, heart, heart, morning,

May Love RIP

I passed away last night.
This morning I buried my soul.
Love died inside of me
My story left untold.

The funeral was attended
by Hurt, Anger and Pain
While Solitude and Despair 
Slowly comforted me in the rain.

The mundane atmosphere,
Coincided with the mood.
I was dressed in a black outfit
With my head covered in a hood

Black birds circled above
As the box lowered into the ground
Then descended on surrounding dead trees.
Mourning cries the only sound.

A heart shattered in pieces
Was scattered into the dismal dark sea
And drifted many miles away,
For the entire world to see.

Hope, Faith and Never Give Up,
Engraved on every piece.
A heart that held strong for many years.
Ends off as a ravenous feast.

Tears have finally run dry.
Emotions are stone cold.
Love died of natural causes,
Yet could have been consoled.

I passed away last night.
This morning I buried my soul.
A heart once full of love,
Leaves in its place a Black Hole… 



Poem Details | by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: desire, devotion, love, romance, valentines day,

Amour May Our Love Say

Darling, you are my gift, my treasured gold.
        I braved pain once that our joy might reach crest, 
            So, now for said joy’s passion, answer bold
                  amour's question born from my heart’s own chest:
                      As love’s keen ache, will you crave me with zest?

                      No words trite on this sentiment may lay.
                  Just love words eloquent may our love say.
            Such happy promise dances to please us
       As Cupid’s quest quivers are aimed your way:
   Will my bliss know your shot of lust, kissed thus?




..CayCay Jennings
January 15, 2017