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Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: dream, emotions, god, heaven, love, metaphor, symbolism,

Love's Alchemy is Eternal

Love’s Alchemy is Eternal

Your look, touch, and scent now so perfect pure,
Enchants my true emotions and soaring passion.
I knoweth now our love shall always endure,
As God unites our souls as one by divine action!

Our sensual passion defines love’s spirit entire,
As we caress and kiss for this moment’s bliss.
Love’s alchemy maketh our spirits soar afire,
As we embrace our lips find that deepest kiss!

Our hearts beat now in a sacred tempo of love,
That reflects our real destiny, two souls as one.
This is God’s gift to us from Heaven high above,
As we wish these magic moments of eternal fun!

By Heaven, I pray our love’s alchemy forever,
And declareth my love shan’t leave you ever!    
 
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
June 27, 2016 (Shakespearean Sonnet)


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: analogy, inspiration, love, metaphor, muse, music,

My Melodious Muse

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                                       Sensitively
                                       I hold YOU
                               [ in my arms so very ]
                                       tenderly, as
                               [ if an extension from ]
                                       my very own
                               [ being the supple and ]
                                       lithe  form of
                                         your body,
                                          my muse.
                                          I am as a
                                          kid again-
                                          alive  with 
                                          the glows
                                          of being in
                                          the  midst
                                          of your so
                                          sweet and
                                          m elodious
                                          c om pa ny
                                          as free and
                                          com pletely
                                          joyous as I
                                          h a ve  ever
                                          been  in my
                                          whole entire
                                          existence 'til
                                          now - totally
                                          drenched  in
                                          plenitudeSo
                                          whenever I'm
                                          joined in your
                                          aspect, all the
                                          soft  curves of
                                          your fine torso
                                          r e sonate with
                                          m y thoughtful
                                          intents and wild
                                          imaginingsYou
                                          are naught with
                                       -out my deft caress,
                           and I, empty and incomplete without
                   you, yet together we create a harmony, pure, the
             articulation of sublime revelation.an utterance of divine,
       inspired creativity, a dance                     of improvisation and revel
    -ry, melodic wonderment,                               unified and conciseWe
   endeavor to find  our em                                -pyreal song, to  thus be-
  come one, stealing silence,                                 lullsI  gently  caress your
  neck  with resolve, manipu-                               late you with my dutiful and
  competent hands,  each  fin-                           ger with its own very resolute
  course, attending your whispers                 with appreciation, and longing to
   hear the moans and sighs of your sweet voice and affect..the coy result of
      our purposeful, energetic joinings, are your soulful, rare and resonating
         arias - the final and fitting example of all we realize in each other.all
             we create in our requisite energiesI remember back to the very
                first time that we met, you with your brightly colored trap-
                  pings and shiny baubles, the strength of your supple
                  shape rippling with lines of poetic perfection, you took
                 my very breath away! Oh, I had seen others of your ilk
              been with others who spoke with  similar lilt, but none that
         pulled the breath instantly from my lungs, none who made me qui
    -ver with anticipation, to touch you, run my hands over your ample con
  -tours, to hear you whisper a sultry voice to the tympans of my ears - such
 ecstasy I imagined.and ecstasy it WAS! I had watched you from afar for so
long.dreaming, never really expecting you'd ever be mine, but that day I fin-
ally knew - knew I'd hold you, touch you, love you, make YOU tremble, the way
you had me! I would finally get to inhale the sweet, earthy fragrance of your so-
smooth, unblemished flesh, finally know the completeness and exquisite joys of
cradling you in my arms! And oh the beautiful things we have realized and done
 together. what incredible music we have made! Our spirits always united as
  one, moving, sighing, creating every sublimated harmonic expression that we
   can imagine, and always together, always joined by a magic thus unequaled,
     always bound by the song of life, and the voice of the heavens! You shall
       be mine forever, my Sweet Lady, and I mean to hold you and love you
         until both of us can sing no more! Until the very skies no longer can
            vibrate with the musings of nature - until the weep of the even's
                clouds dries up and turns to dust.until the roaring beat
                     of thunder no longer shakes the ground.until the
                         gods themselves wipe the constellations from
                               the sky - this I pledge to you, my love
                                        and my agency of art, my
                                                      guitar.




August 24, 2018


Poem Details | by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories: color, imagery, lost love, metaphor,

Take Me Somewhere Exotic

The pungence of heartbreak swelters
in the tangled dreadlocks of love-lies-bleeding
Take me somewhere exotic
to breathe not the foul aroma
of disappointment and despair
Show me fields laced with frangipani and orchids
in colors sweet and light as daydreams
Find me seafoam fields poppied
with pomegranate and honey 
opium of jasmine lilting on a leeward drowse
delicious sift of sand drifting
warm and soft between my toes
as coral breezes court flamingo scapes
with pina colada suns
and I drift in and out of hibiscus euphoria
Let a mist of cockatoos flutter
in lapis skies puffed with fat feather clouds
parrots and toucans preening
like a rainbow shimmer
Tingle my pineapple senses
through the afterglow of mango afternoons 
Create visions of paradise
in the cerulean of hyacinth
and never bring me back

7/19/17


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: analogy, lost love, metaphor, passion, rose, soulmate, true love,

Breath To Breath


They say, to mend an injured heart, move on,
          And thus, I've done so, time-and-time-again,
               But tho' your smile, from me, is decades gone,
     My dreams still find you haunting me, as then.

I've always held your heart, pristine and rare,
          Flat-pressed between life's pages like a rose,
               And as the timeworn leaves may fade and tear,
     That weather on love's blossom never shows.

I've tried so to forget you through the years,
          Still, in my sleep you find my heart exposed,
               And tho' I cleanse those memories with tears,
     Your phantoms keep returning, unopposed -

You took my breath quite often in the past..
               And I've no doubt you'll take.my very last.




~ 9th Place ~  in the "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 2" Poetry Contest, Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 1st Place ~  in the "Contest 475 Any Form Or None" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 1st Place ~  in the "Not Just Any Old Rose" Poetry Contest, Mark Massey, Judge & Sponsor.


Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: beauty, dream, emotions, heart, love, metaphor, moon,

Frozen Howl

Inside a knowledge turning cogs on this wheel
born from the darkness a heart rules supreme
fear in one wish looking towards tunnel light love
All that will remain when all turns to dust threads of life dance
kneeling weak alone humble and meek finding a balance

Weeping rivers flow haunting sea waves turn the key
truth is something beautiful touching deeply chords
Chilling whispers rise warm oasis warmly embraces hold
creeping inside beauty beams within shadows 
Dancing starlight kissing ocean reflections twinkle
sparkle glisten teardrops coldly ripple out

Floating on a cloud of breath precious beauty
a mystery that means something special 
finest mother of pearl gem coloring rainbow jewel shines forever
Frozen dew quicksilver lining echoes time answers always
cold as ice crystals dazzling diamond stillness pure 

Frosted vision clear cutting ivory white one cool snowflake falls
baptism in regal glowing crowning full face splendor enchants a ball
walking along golden strands looking across the sea midnight strikes
Sleepless nights held over and back destiny calls your name
utopia faraway dreaming our love complete



Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: art, child, love, metaphor, mother daughter, uplifting, universe,

A Mother's Envy and Pride

Lapis lazuli mines with wide blue eyes
bringing to mind precious stones and
caramel scones; innocent and wise -
Wondering, yet without surprise.

Staring down the universe, a challenge
in your look though you are young;
The earth made only nine revolutions 
since you came out to see the sun.

Unguarded and arched, your brows 
betray high wire tension; enough 
to light up a hundred moons and warm
plump cheeks to cherry bubble gum.

Be not impatient to grow; you smell
of open grasshopper meadows
and firefly lighted lakeshore walks.
You’re a mother’s envy and pride.

Red lips! Your passion for life exists.
Scarlet, lipstick would be a surfeit -
Today as then till many summer’s been,
your spirit will always be free as the mist.



After:  Portrait of Carol Nye  Rhoades (Robinson) (1915)


For Debbie Guzzi's Challenge: Ten Pictures, Ten Poems, Ten Days - Painting No2
Kim Patrice Nunez
08 January 2016

Poem of the Week:  January 10-16, 2016


Poem Details | by Keith O.J. Hunt |
Categories: death, depression, lost love, metaphor, wife,

The Widow among Roses

The widow among roses,
though a scent so sweet 
she smells to near smile,
how red the vibrance of life
and soft the petals caress
her lonely cheek,
she remembers her love lost
(her left eye a tombstone glass)
and seizes not to yearn it back ---

The Blacklady among crimson;
her desert rains evermore night and day,
and still the dunes of her heart soak not with love,
the arrid wind still shoots the sand 
through her wasteland unbetrothed,
where the sun never rises,
nor never beautifully it sets 
through her tombstone eye

She walks the night dressed in white,
her wedding gown a sight for ghosts
and phantoms do fright;
they cannot haunt ---
this foot-in-the-grave-soul,
glowing white-red howling at the moon

To true midnite her feet carries her so,
where the river rushes reflecting 
forever moon glow

Where the nymph and sylph and dryad never go,
whispering and wondering ---
gazing to this lady alone,
this poor begotten thing ---
this shadow unto death,
who filled with eternal tears
(seated in some unknown place)
her nose in roses, and her mind always in the past
(grieving life) 
and mourning some faceless man


*** Inspired from a friend's mother, who at the age
of 40 --- all but gave up on life at the death of her
husband, which deeply saddened me ***



Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: analogy, christmas, goodbye, lost love, love hurts, metaphor, sorrow,

Frozen Farewell


Your breath upon the window freezes, lace

               Yet, warm against my skin, its somber strains

                              As dampened words collect in tears to trace

       The drip of sorrow weeping from my veins



Your perfect lips then tremble in a smile

               To press your pitied kiss upon my eyes

                              Three words, a whispered lie to thus defile

       The beggar's hope I had of sweet goodbyes



One last embrace, to mock the frigid air

               Your warm skin buried deep within your coat

                              The final knife, "goodbye", you bring to bear

       And drag the jagged word across my throat



Your chilling crime of passion, now complete

               My love, like blood, lays puddled.at your feet.




~ 6th Place ~  in the "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 6" Poetry Contest, Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 9th Place ~  in the "Shakespearean Sonnet" Poetry Contest, Carolyn Devonshire, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 1st Place ~  in the "Your Best Sonnet 2018" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Sponsor.

~ 7th Place ~  in the "Best Sonnet" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor.

~ 7th Place ~  in the "Mid January 2018 Premiere Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.


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

If I Let My Mind Meander


If I let my mind meander - like a river backwards through time - past rocks and turbulent waters and also through the calm times when the surface of that river was smooth as glass - I go further back to a time when my life flowed like a stream, less complex and rolling on with hope. Always, though, I end up at the source - at that place of splendid sweetness where the water was a clear fresh spring bursting forth to feed the passion of a glorious waterfall. And always I remember you, sweet darling, as the shimmer of the sunlight on that fresh and sparkling mountain spring. April 2, 2017 for John Hamilton's Lost love 2017 Poetry Contest


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: beauty, care, creation, imagination, inspiration, lonely, love hurts, metaphor, nature, rain, sad love, september,

Gentle Summer Rain

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.



--------- 8-29-13


Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: desire, kiss, love, metaphor, ocean, romance, wind,

WAVE INTO YOU

I was the one with the color-blue eyes, 
you were the wind on the sea
Of all the oceans tossed by your kiss 
why did it have to be me? 

                                                Pardon this wind for causing the wave
                                                One as free-spirited as I 
                                                was myself surprised, your gravity called, 
                                                your lips I could not deny

A soaring breeze calms not a sea 
and I would be remiss, 
to think my journey to your heart 
began with but a kiss

                                                Why would you wonder, oh King of the deep 
                                                did you not feel the spark, the magic? 
                                                You wound my heart, with thoughts that start 
                                                to doubt my intent, it’s tragic

Indeed I felt it, burning deep, 
your spark inflamed desire
Enraptured now, I long for more, 
my heart a raging fire

                                                 Arise, my King, from current doubt 
                                                 and begin to breathe anew
                                                 Haven't I hovered long enough 
                                                 for you to get a clue? 

Bend, oh Queen, yield your will 
and we will rise above, 
the ebb and tide of mortal bane 
swept away in love

                                                  Into your ocean I'll sail my vessel 
                                                  on a course set sound as stone
                                                  Prepare yourself oh majesty 
                                                  for I will share your throne.





A Collaborative Write by KIM PATRICE NUNEZ and JOHN WULF
16 April 2015
Poem of the Day - 18 April 2015


Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: allegory, beauty, emotions, feelings, love, metaphor, together,

Not Missing Loves Beat

Not Missing Love’s Beat

Not missing love’s beat
Sails to you this golden bright morning rising so high 
Sails waving with light, joy, and such promise and hope 
One smile gasping breathless always for you my love

As you walk with me deeply into Eden’s very paradise
Dancing my heart love on that yellow brick road of dreams
Dying to be with you my love forever and ever and ever 
Dreams inside of eternal youth with my heart pounding so	

Awaiting the very day to come when I stand before you 
Down on bended knee holding your hands warmly smiling 
Kissing each and every single fingertip so exquisitely 
I shall ask you to be forever and always with me my love 

You will be my Queen with dazzling jewels of an ocean wide 
The other heartbeat echoing as two becomes one complete
Our thirst for love and passion is almost unquenchable
And my very psyche is afire with excitement when we caress

Sleeping at night my love brings me into your dream world
Where it’s me and you and you and me together floating
Through the very ether of time breathing rarefied air so
Deliciously as we’re hopelessly mesmerized in true love 

When I awaken from our nocturnal dream trance so joyously
We hold one another so lovingly and caress so warmly at once
We kiss passionately and longingly in a most sublime spirit while
Not missing love’s beat 

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 24, 2014) 
(Free Verse)


Poem Details | by Faye Gibson |
Categories: love hurts, metaphor, wind,

Wind Lover

You kiss my face and I turn to trace
the tracks you left on the ground;
where have you walked and with whom have you talked
in all of your traveling round?

You utter a sigh and I am wondering why
you just cannot slow down and stay;
capricious you are like a burnt, falling star,
fickle, and quick to betray.

One day you are kind, your fury confined,
the next, you are hostile and wild;
today a soft breeze, lightly brushing the trees,
tomorrow, an unbroken child.

I open my arms to welcome your charms,
but like a ghost you vanish and go;
my emotions are torn by the strength of your storm,
your inexhaustible, volatile show.

I release you! Go scream and follow mad dreams,
go blow to the east and the west;
you try to impress then insanely digress
your plan to pursue an irrational quest.

The day you are through, tame the tempestuous shrew,
come back to my warm, loving heart;
ruffle my hair with the breath of a prayer,
until them, my dear, just depart.

Copyright, August 27, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: beauty, fantasy, love, lust, metaphor, stars, universe,

Diosa Del Amor


Paint a smile on the moon

     Flash your eyes to make it swoon

          Dip your toes in stardust rare

               Aurora highlights streak your hair



Blow a kiss to flout the sun

     Admonishing its time is done

          Whisper in the heaven's ear

               Close the lights and draw it near



Repose your form upon the stars

     Lustrous arms for tempting Mars

          Seduce Lord Jupiter and sway

               Wrapped only in the Milky Way



Splash meteors across the sky

     To catch your lover Neptune's eye

          Entwine with loins the planets all

               Made hostage to your beck and call



Kiss deep the void and let it be

     A promise to the galaxy

          That all your wiles you'll disperse

               To make love to.the Universe.



( For Aphrodite / Venus )




~ 4th Place ~  in the "Love Letter II" Poetry Contest, Viv Wigley, Sponsor.

~ 2nd Place ~  in the "Whitsun Standard Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.

~ 2nd Place ~  in the "Any Poem Written On Your Birthday" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor.

~ 6th Place ~  in the "April 2017 Premiere Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: love, metaphor, romance,

Baby's A Star - So Sublime

(Verse One)

My baby's a star, you know
She swims in a sea of suns
Giggles at my balmy puns
That's why I love her
Fits like a glove, her

My baby's a star, you know
She shimmers for the eventide
Always lets my crazies slide
That's why I love her
Yeah, that's why I love..

(Bridge A)

Her.eyes..
I dive deep - dive deep
Her.eyes..
My dreams keep - soft sleep

(Chorus)

She's the whisper in my breath
She's the breath within my blood
She's the blood that floods my heart
So sublime

She's the shine within my eyes
She the eyes that pierce my soul
The soul that rends my Heaven
So sublime
She's so sublime

(Verse Two)

My baby's a star, you know
In her bright, commands the sky
She lets my many faults get by
That's why I love her
Set no one above her

My baby's a star, you know
Warms the heavens with her smile
Makes each moment worth my while
That's why I love her
Yeah, that's why I love..

(Bridge B)

Her.heart..
I dive deep - dive deep
Her.heart..
Our love's keep - love's leap

(Chorus)

She's the whisper in my breath
She's the breath within my blood
She's the blood that floods my heart
So sublime

She's the shine within my eyes
She the eyes that pierce my soul
The soul that rends my Heaven
So sublime
She's so sublime

- SOLO SECTION -

(Bridge One & Two)

Her.eyes..
I dive deep - dive deep
Her.eyes..
My dreams keep - soft sleep

Her.heart..
I dive deep - dive deep
Her.heart..
Our love's keep - love's leap

(Chorus)

She's the whisper in my breath
She's the breath within my blood
She's the blood that floods my heart
So sublime

She's the shine within my eyes
She the eyes that pierce my soul
The soul that rends my Heaven
So sublime
She's so sublime

(Repeat Chorus Out)


Poem Details | by John Hamilton |
Categories: change, introspection, marriage, metaphor, romantic love,

Golden days and Diamond nights

Golden days and diamond nights

Another rising sun...
new days begun...new days begun
We're basking in love's rays...
in golden days...in golden days

Bridge 1
Spending the best days of our lives
in golden days and diamond nights

Chorus
These are the days for growing old
our yesterdays were bought and sold
Silver days are turning into gold, and
Sapphire skies..slip into..diamond nights

The years they went so fast...
days of glass...days of glass
The sky was painted grey...
days of clay...days of clay

Bridge 2
The hands of time, have been kind,
but sometimes...
the wind blows cold..the wind blows cold

Chorus
These are the days for growing old
our yesterdays were bought and sold
Silver days are turning into gold, and
Sapphire skies..slip into..diamond nights


Another rising sun...
new days begun...new days begun
We're basking in love's rays...
in golden days...in golden days

Bridge 1
Spending the best days of our lives
in golden days and diamond nights


Chorus
These are the days for growing old
our yesterdays were bought and sold
Silver days are turning into gold, and
Sapphire skies..slip into..diamond nights

repeat chorus fade

John Derek Hamilton
March 25,2018










Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: angel, beauty, flying, love, metaphor, mirror,

Faraway Queen

The moonbeams bore you in a cradle of light smiling   
warmly a cold blue winter moon rocking over and back thoughts

Midnight mystery howling to a silver reflection deeply echoes whispering winds
over Snow Mountain faraway dreaming stars twinkle in your treasure jewels 

Lost trying to catch your trail freedom inside love the spark igniting 
magic believing in a fairy tale ending dust in a thousand dreams enchanting



Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: emotions, god, heaven, love, metaphor, passion, romance,

Your Beautiful Heart Doth Beat

Your Beautiful Heart Doth Beat

Your beautiful heart doth beat with rapture,
And the sweet of your kiss doth now swoon me.
We caress now and my soul you capture;
My love no place other I wish to be!

When we embrace my love in joy and fun,
Our hot passions spark an alchemic fire.
Our spirits soar high now becoming one,
Affirming love only God can inspire!

Your heart beats a brilliant tempo of love,
That enchants our eternal souls replete.
It’s God’s gift to us from Heaven above,
And His divine love is true and complete!

To God now I pray your love forever;
I declare my love leaving you never!    
 
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
November 14, 2015 (Shakespearean Sonnet)


Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: allegory, beauty, emotions, feelings, love, metaphor, together,

rising from out of this cold frozen wasteland

rising from out of this cold frozen wasteland— 
a blanket white unfolds with pure hope and love
melting snowflakes on such a clear blue ocean
lying on the edge of a world that’s very scared 

while inside this mindset unfolds a radiant light 
sun shining buttercup of such special rare beauty 
in every little thing and precious detail which ever
so sweetly draws me to you my love, my darling

even the sound of your soft voice echoes on
inside with such mellifluous golden whispers 
sweetly enhancing the very music you sing 
to me which plays magic tricks so enchanting 

and hypnotizing my very soul while stealing 
my heart away and bringing me under your
spell and the softness of your wonder and love
both so overwhelming and intoxicating so fully

with this our mutual joy and love so deep and
so rare makes our time together seem so endless 
my love for you are so special and so right that I 
must pinch myself at times to see if all this is real

and so, rising from out of this cold frozen wasteland—
our mutual spirits, souls, and emotions are now ONE
my very special enchantress since fate and love has 
put us ONE on the edge of a world that’s very scared

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 20, 2014) 
(Free Verse poetic format)


Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: angel, beauty, dream, emotions, feelings, love, metaphor,

Snow White

Oh darling you have become an angel sweetheart blossoming regal crowns
one flake unique floating into dreams so beautiful they sing only you

Pure petal wings flutter dressed in the color of snow purest kiss of beauty
They dance particles ice inside warm love melts shining into the purest thoughts

A faraway star winking in the night sky neon grasps breathless 
Confetti crystals falling sprinkles gently laying a carpet upon the ground 

Whom embraces the outer body sweetly enchants I open four chambers 
holding all keys out applauding flutters skipping echo pops each beat

My queen warmly holds hands with the soul grace of a thousand swans in flight
Once bitten twice shy one kiss from you smitten I would say smiling overjoyed 

I will always smile in loves amazing grace in soft gentle tenderness the joy it brings
Wishing that one was holding you right now footsteps in deep sand begins touching 

Wow mirror, mirror what a dream baby who blew one out off this world spinning 
you're so beautiful smiling these eyes dazzling mirror reflections blinding


Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: allegory, desire, devotion, emotions, feelings, love, metaphor,

Tear Drops

Putting down sword of truth 
falling from dark clouds true blue
feelings you draw from the deep ocean
curling waves warmly galloping
summer wind warm and moist
that love glance that moment
 
Emotions floating softly
upon whispering silent winds
kissing golden sands 
wet freshly salted teardrops
washing your feet with love
fulfilling your heart’s wishes
 
Most beautiful I adore
in the name of beauty
always means forever 
sweetly in the end
gazing in your eyes
touching moist lips
 
Love you liberate me freely 
if only one could see this soul
crystals crashing to the ground
rising to the occasion with love
cherishing every moment fully
never saying goodbye
 
How precious shining a true treasure
touching gossamer wing longing brush 
wishing in an everlasting memory
hoping always for the best
making life happen always
showing no fear ever 

Memories of a love so true
wishing a life together forever
embracing each other so warmly
caressing and kissing openly
seeking fate and destiny in life
crying tear drops openly

Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman – A Free Verse Collaboration,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (October 20, 2014) 


Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: allegory, god, imagery, life, love, metaphor, symbolism,

As Liquid Fire Melts

As Liquid Fire Melts

As liquid fire melts with twinkling sunshine in your eyes, 
Opening wings now embrace deeply all of my true emotions.

Feeling the warmth of your beating heart now fluttering so,
I see a radiant chain of daisies growing in the deep green grass.
 
Every choice I have ever made throughout my long life,
Has led me now to you at this very special moment in time

Beholding ivory silk starlight whispers of Heavenly angels true, 
I have now a clear vision of my life, my fate, and my destiny

Becoming the richest person in this giant, lonely world—
Means finding you and sharing our love unconditionally.

All real emotions we have beholding in this life of ours,
Are part of that God-given sensitivity from the Almighty.

Truly, as liquid fire melts beyond in great stars of the cosmos,
I think of you, our love, and the starlight whispers of angels true!

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – April 21, 2016
(Unrhymed Couplet)


Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: dance, desire, dream, love, metaphor,

FASCINATION

It was him, and immediately I felt the very moment he too, saw me as I entered the room I averted my eyes, seemingly not magnetized, yet his form continued to caress the corner of my eyes. My entire body was so attuned to his every movement, I sighed. Suffused with such warmth was I, knowing he was looking at me…alone. I tried to turn away, but felt the searing heat where his eyes touched my skin. I realized I was hypnotized, mesmerized by the power of intense attraction. Minutes passed by, I would catch again his eyes, staring, brooding. Overwhelmed by his presence, I felt such effervescence. Senses wired to all that was him, I was exulted to know that his eyes were as glued to me as mine were to him. Nobody, no one else. Him and only him. He moved, the second I floated to him. I stopped, time to catch my breath. Him whose strides came quickly to my side. Such panther’s grace, eyes holding my stare, he smiled. The wineglass in my hand trembled, serene not I, far from calm. Suffused with much warmth was I, knowing he was looking at me…alone. I turned away, and felt the searing heat where his eyes just touched my skin. Hand on my elbow, he silently led me to where the crowds were, to dance Such arrogance, I thought I’ve had enough as a child, of dominance Yet I, surprised, felt the rush of liquid fire through my veins with his large hand, warm and steady on my bare back. Alive were all nerve ending, as we went dancing through the night, I heard the loud sound of the wild beating of my heart. Suddenly…I was jarred, and from a dream, woke up I.
Kim Patrice Nunez DREAMS CONTEST - 10 th Place SPONSOR: ROB CARMACK 23 April 2015


Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: allegory, beauty, emotions, feelings, imagery, metaphor,

Enchanted Vision of Love So Pure

Enchanting deep forest sparkling magical dew 
Vision of beauty takes to clouds in silver lining 
Star lighting vision dancing with the shadows
Rainbow skies set to light mist of cool rain 
And the warmest thoughts of you my Dear Love! 

You are so very beautiful and precious My Darling 
Behind the mirror your soul sings soothingly so
Stirring hotly emotional feelings and passions afire 
How the passion burns the flower of flowers so rare 
Regal crowning desires petals touching so softly My Dear! 

Silken lips purse blushing one rose holding bright
Sunshine beams inside warm fingers of light touch 
Stroking hair gently halo radiating chords deeply dance 
Looking into jewels of a treasure gem shines so exquisitely
Gifted I am to have met your beautiful soul and You Too! 

Over and over my heart skips beats when we caress and kiss 
Beams jumping over the moon silver whispers wonderful so
Silently making love to you in every single thought of mine 
Hot sexy kissing and so sensual in every inch nibbling softly
Within the deepest love inside loving you forever My Love!

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,                  
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 25, 2014)                           
(Free Verse)


Poem Details | by Sandra Haight |
Categories: god, love, metaphor,

The Gem


As precious stones are hidden and entwined
In minerals of ordinary worth,
They must be found, professionally mined
From common, rocky layers of the earth.
Extracted, polished, cut, they'll stand apart
As valued gems Neglected, they will share
In earth's destructive force—erosion's art—
Dissolve away with nature's wear and tear.

Oh God, you are both mine and miner; strip
This soul embedded in your work of clay,
And let your tools of grace and fellowship
Preserve the gem of Love from life's decay.
Cut many facets that reflect and show—
The worth of gem and miner in its glow.


Sandra MHaight

~4th Place
Premiere Contest: Contest No 223
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 10/16/2016

~3rd Place~
Contest: Precious Stones and Gems
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged 11/22/2014


Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: emotions, faith, god, heaven, love, metaphor, symbolism,

God's Holy Whisper of Love

God’s Holy Whisper of Love

I long to hear now God’s holy whisper of love,
For its sacrosanct sound abounds most high above.
This subtle soft tone mirrors forever God’s grace;
It maketh our souls one in His heavenly place.
God’s whisper reflects his love and passion in kind;
It’s His wish for poets to set them in true rhyme.
God’s whisper is our music on this mortal Earth;
It sustains our love spirit for holy rebirth.
Warm tears symbolize always our human passion,
As we seeketh God’s plan for His divine action
God’s whisper sustains us true in all times of need;
He teaches that love conquers all, and we must heed.
God’s love shall be with us until the end of time;
He knoweth that poets shall set His words to rhyme!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
July 15, 2016 (Canzone)

Author’s Notes:
One Stanza
14 Verses
Meter: Iambic Hexameter
Total Syllables: 168
Rhyme Scheme: aabbccddeeffcc


Poem Details | by Bella Cardenas |
Categories: friendship, hope, loss, love, me, heart, metaphor, time, heart, me, time,

I see myself in her

                                                                                                             -For Melissa

She asked me how long does it take to heal
In what time allotment, exactly, will it take
For forgetfulness to become a reoccurrence
A blessing for the haunted
Memories that can be bleached off 
White sundresses put on in order to frolic
On beaches with waves washing away
Each grain of him
How long did it take for you to get over him?
Days? Weeks? A month or two?
Hope shining like a naïve flashlight during the eclipse of hardest times
Beaming on me, waiting for an answer

How could I tell her, honestly, 
That it took me years
To overlook the smallest details of his smile
How he only has one dimple on the right side of his face
The way his hands felt, every line and crevice of his fate
Thought to fit mine perfectly?

How could I tell her, truthfully
That no matter how many times I washed my sheets
I would catch the scent of him at 3:45 am, sometimes
Or hear his faint tapping on my window
When it’s really just, my imagination
That she’ll spend months waiting for him to text her
Call her, email her, think of her
When really he’s lying in bed with another women but she refuses
To believe that it’s over
Or how my heart still aches, just a little
When I hear he asked about me
Or that he can no longer say my name out loud to our mutual friends

Could I muster up the courage to explain to her
That it took me 2 years, 3 months, and 16 days to realize
The ugliness of being pathetic
It was time to rise up and take the lead 
Time to forget all romantic casualties 
It’s only yesterday that I found myself straining to remember
His faults, forgetting the man and only remembering the hero
How could I break her heart for the second time by telling her
The truth?

She stood there patiently waiting for me
To pull a metaphor out of a hat, something poetic
Comforting, beautiful, reassuring
I see myself in her
Wanting people to lie to us to see the Zen in ourselves

It’s like we’re all in the same play with the same roles but different names
It takes time for each actor to fulfill the destiny
Others emphasize while others downplay
Moments in time


Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: growth, memory, metaphor, , teen love,

Shades of Roses

All their peach faces have now bowed their heads,
Eighteen lovely roses cut from their beds.

In their wilt lies a sadness I have known
Of inferior complexities tone.

Seeing them like this caused me to recall
Tortures of childhood from when I was small.

Unfriendly faces greeted me at school.
Over and over I felt such a fool.

It's hard to make friends when you're the new kid.
Shy and obnoxious, followed, I just hid.

Then just as I finally found a friend,
Uprooted from that home, it would all end.

I felt like a nomad moving around.
No place to call home, staid on solid ground.

With humble clothing and holes in my shoes
It didn't take much to give me the blues.

But children grow up, and when they have grown
They can make a new life to call their own.

Yet there are still shadows that linger on
From the sadness of childhood, now long gone.

My kids had it better, this I made sure.
No school after school for them to endure.

But we all have lessons to help us learn...
There-in lies the gold that love helps us earn.

© July 19, 2016


Poem Details | by Pashang Salehi |
Categories: allusion, fantasy, imagination, love, metaphor, spiritual,

Regret

                               Regret….

I flew once in a field, full of flowers,
a field that was kissed by April showers.
I tasted all the jasmines, as sweet as new,
I did bathe on a leaf in a little dew
I was busy playing till the midnight,
I woke up and I was not sure of my sight.
I was a bird soaring as high as a hawk
Flying like a wind, with wind had a talk.
I turned into a wind, and then to a cloud, 
A dark and dim cloud that thundering loud.
I turned into the rain, after being cloud,
quenching the deserts with silvery shroud.
I turned into river, and then to a sea,
although, I was water, I learned how to see
I turned into a fish perfectly aware,     
knowing that my lover is surely out there
Swimming like a fish, my world became cold,
I lost my will to live, too soon grown old.
I heard a nightingale calling me at night, 
telling me, being a man, it could be alright.
I turned into a man, in search of wisdom, 
hoping that love and peace, ruling the kingdom
A lot of years have passed, with a broken heart, 
I could not find the peace, I need a new start
I will change back again, to look for my love;
maybe a lamb or sheep, maybe a white dove
I will look everywhere, until it is found
I know it’s there for me, if I look around
Until then I’ll become laughter to a child, 
or maybe dandelion who grow wild.

3/21/2016 


Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: emotions, feelings, god, journey, kiss, love, metaphor,

Phantom Slippers of Thoughts

Without soul nourishment our spirits shall wither and die.
Words are a mere instrument, but can reflect truth to power
Of our faith within love and understanding—truth begs mercy, 
Whilst melting honey-sweet crystals kiss thy soft warm cheeks
We dream and bathe inside the sun’s most radiant gift of desire
Cool waters of divine creation lovingly quench this desert fire, 
And the haunting spectre of death shall never be an end to us!
 
Winds of such deep-thoughts softly and sweetly sting at once, 
When I show you a mirror-image of what our destiny can be
Adrift in storms of fervid emotions I give in now to your love
I see a temple of beauty I once bowed down to under your gaze, 
As your red-hot daggers strike deepest cords in this coldest breeze 
Now holding hands sunlight-sparkled with you inside this dream,
This heartfelt satisfaction’s worth more than all the world’s gold!

Riches fall from Heaven now in shining jewels of misted pearls,
Whilst I walk alone in deepest thoughts in my blue suede shoes.
Living-loving inside a sole-soul of dreams—true and unbounded,
I hear songbirds whistle and whisper in such joy by God’s grace.
Our souls may nourish themselves on the eternal power of our love.
With God as our witness—we fear not what death shall bring to us,
For our love and true destiny exist far beyond this mortal world!  

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – May 15, 2016
(Free Verse)