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Poem Details | by Terry O'Leary |
Categories: body, death, fantasy, kiss, love, me, morning, ocean, sea, winter,

The Stone

The Tale below was carved one night
Upon the Stone, by candlelight
...most won’t believe, but some just might
.........most won’t believe, but some just might



                         Preface

Well James made Beth his lovely bride
(And angels smiled, though teary eyed)
...their bodies bound, their spirits tied
.........their bodies bound, their spirits tied

Upon her hand, a shimmer shone,
As bright as blood, a ruby Stone 
...and brighter still, as love had grown
.........and brighter still, as love had grown

Soon James was sent to man a sail
So Beth removed her wedding veil
...her eyes were moist, her face was pale 
.........her eyes were moist, her face was pale

“Well, I’ll be here when you return”
Said Beth to James, who kissed in turn
...a kiss that made her body burn
.........a kiss that made her body burn



                         BETH’S TALE

1             The Dream

One night, within a dream deformed,
The cawing of a Crow informed
“...the Ship was struck where winter stormed
.........the Ship was struck where winter stormed

Midst winds and waves the thunder boomed
The Ship of Death was surely doomed
...the sea engulfed, the surf entombed
.........the sea engulfed, the surf entombed

Your James… deceived by Davy Jones! 
With spirit freed, his flesh and bones
...now rest amongst the ashen Stones
.........now rest amongst the ashen Stones” 



2              The Quest

Awoken by the ebon Wight
And beckoned by the baneful bight
...I left before the morning light
.........I left before the morning light

Throughout the realm I rode a roan
Until, in time, I reached the Stone
...where shades in dreams of darkness groan 
.........where shades in dreams of darkness groan 

While skipping up and down the sky
A missing moonbeam mocked my eye
...enough to make a Swallow cry
.........enough to make a Swallow cry

For someone stole a star or two
And something else that fate withdrew -
..my jewel of joy, my James Bijou   
.........my jewel of joy, my James Bijou

The shadows of the evening swelled
Where demons of the dusk had dwelled
...and in the far, a vesper knelled
.........and in the far, a vesper knelled

The Stone, beneath the sky, stood cold -
Between the runes, a vapour strolled
...a cloak of fleecy fog consoled
.........a cloak of fleecy fog consoled

A Raven on a branch, enthroned,
Her wings waved once, a wail intoned
...beyond the bay, a banshee moaned
.........beyond the bay, a banshee moaned

I lay beside the Stone, his bride
I lay beside the Stone and cried
...but were it I, instead, that died
.........but were it I, instead, that died

The rainbow of the moon fell dim
A midnight Swan soon ceased to swim
...as if to hide all hint of him
.........as if to hide all hint of him

Between the willows in the swale
Bewailed a Bird, a Nightingale
...which left me faint, my body frail
.........which left me faint, my body frail



3             Contact

I felt him breathe within a breeze  
Responding to my anguished pleas
...and leaves blew by abandoned trees
.........and leaves blew by abandoned trees

“Eternal love, my darling Beth” 
Enshrined within a final breath 
...re-echoed from the Ship of Death
.........re-echoed from the Ship of Death 

The Stone lit up a ruby sheen
And clouds were kindled crystalline
...with consequences, unforeseen
.........with consequences, unforeseen

Above, a wretched Raven soared
To where the Ship of Death’d been moored
...below, the icy ocean roared
.........below, the icy ocean roared



4              Release

I’m joined with James beneath the Stone,
Though to the Ship my spirit’s flown,
...for nevermore to be alone
.........for nevermore to be alone



                         Epilogue
That night the wayward winds were weird 
The Ship of Death had disappeared
...coyotes called and mortals feared
.........coyotes called and mortals feared

At dusk, the craven shadows crawled
At dawn, the winds of mourning called
...upon the Stone two names were scrawled
.........upon the Stone two names were scrawled

The Raven sits, with wings outspread,
Atop the Stone which shades the dead
...it sometimes shimmers ruby red
.........it sometimes shimmers ruby red



                         Epitaph
Between the sounds, where silence seeps,
Their love lives on and never sleeps
...and yet, the weeping willow weeps
.........and yet, the weeping willow weeps


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: addiction, adventure, betrayal, cute love, day, deep, devotion, me, morning, smile,

AWAKE

AWAKE  ~ IN and OUT ~

Spring arising, before morning light,
I walk under the new epic sun
The aroma of yesterday, gone
Today's the day that will follow tomorrow
I quickly walk a certain walk
Unique is all I can display
Watery eyes staying in the past
While vehicles pass and pass
Crosses lacking faith
I stay awake and mend with my fate
Foggy toys, I want to play
I can't keep up with all your kicks
I look, I stare, at the walls
Bright and early, I step on old dolls
I stay and feel, the way you want
Lifeless, and still so full of energy
Mad words, unconscious forces
My sweet needs, now reside inside of you
Mad, sad, and outside the box
You close every door and keep me away from dark

You only allow me to feel your morning light
Why can't you let me see what's behind the shadows?
Why do you turn on all the lights? 

I'm here the way you want me to be
Happy, and merry, for the world to see
This blindness will continue to spot
Unless you wake up first and remove the dot
You gave me the thirst, you once knew
So filthy, so full of  -spew
Under this closed freaking door
I'm exposed like the midday sun
You bang my head on the wall,
You killed me in a way that made me feel!
I only answer to your call
In and out a hoop~ like a ball
In me, you can not find any real dreams!
Inside you filled me with a raging scream

Sssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! 
I'm in wonder around your air castle
Strange and hung on your mantle
Stepping on a one footed slave

Alert, alert Am I!!!
I shake, we kiss, I wake,
You sleep...........................
I zip all things into one zipper.
Pounding my hands against my ears
Crazy, taking a jab upon all jabs
Crazy, you say~ that's me everyday
I'm up and I caress the photo we once had
I lay only staring at you once more
I awake before I sleep
Your promises I keep
In me~ you are also in deep
My stars change everyday
Waiting for you, to pull the trigger
Still wishing to be a sun digger

You can't touch or loosen the knots
Together we will daydream our way to the top
I make your nerve system come alive, 
We run into the wind and listen
Quietly in our chamber of thoughts
Near and far, we both nod off
In this daily race, with no face
No space, 
I caught myself awake, 
The day I fell asleep for you.

by;PD


Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: love, morning, peace, sun,

It's Quiet Now

It is quiet now 
 -the sun moves up the ridge 

Honey crisp scent of freedom 
 -hovers and engulfs the air 

Pangs of pleasure peal 
 -the primrose bows her head 

Yellow paints the morning 
 -the fields are all aglow


Poem Details | by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: love, morning, , black love,

- Black Love -


                                               Morning glory
                                               The body is blunt
                                               Thinking of you
                                               before I awake
                                               Stretching my body
                                               Eyes are closed
                                               Can feel your scent
                                               Gently open my eyes
                                               Feel your aroma                                      
                                               The taste on my lips
                                               As a soft kiss                                       
                                               Your scent fills the room
                                               Thought of you,
                                               makes me awake
                                               You are perfect
                                               Heats my body
                                               Embracing you 
                                               Tasting you.gently                         
                                               A moment of pleasure
                                               Without cream
                                               Without sugar
                                               Black morning coffee




09.06.2013


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

Some Mornings

Some mornings I lie in silence just staring at the walls not a sound at all around except the ticking down the hall it can feel so refreshing without a trouble or a care but then I start thinking how I wish you were here Some mornings I bask in sunshine warming up my bed I lie in all its comfort as my day's about to start I close my eyes and wonder about your pure and giving heart how I wish you were near me it was your warmth that I did feel how I'd hold you close and not let go make all these feelings real Some mornings I wake to darkness there's thunder in the air rain's upon my window and in my heart grows fear I cuddle with my pillow pull my sheets up over my head it's then I miss your body, your warmth and comfort in my bed Some mornings I'm rushed and hurried no time to lie in bed no time to think, plan or ponder no time to dream, hope or wonder It's then when I miss your presence When I need help getting out the door those little daily reminders getting my feet upon the floor Some mornings I wake and smile as I feel kisses upon my cheek feel wind blowing through my hair and soft touches all over me it's then I know I'm in heaven with you right by my side We lie in endless mornings Just me and my soulmate bride


Poem Details | by Ken Carroll |
Categories: body, desire, love, soulmate,

On Sunday Morning


Possess
have
hold
enjoy
control
dominate...

Baby choose your verb
this Saturday night I intend
to explore so very many of them...

You taste sweet
like oranges
liquid sunshine in my mouth...

Let us drink from the fountain of love
where every drop
is eternal passion...

Let us supernova
creating new worlds
as we crash into one another

upon the soft surface of my mattress
a cloud in the darkness
our bodies falling together like rain...

Let us be animals
as animals
don't know sin...

I LOVE you
that is a beginning
that is the end

that is everything...

On Sunday morning
brown and silky soft
Sermon
of your skin...

The altar
of your hair...

The goddess curve
of your hips

will have me
speaking
in tongues...
~ ~ ~


Poem Details | by Johnette Loefgren |
Categories: happiness, life, love, nostalgia, people, me, me, morning,

If You Are The Ocean...

If you are the ocean, then I am the mist
which kisses the morning the way children kissed
their mother at breakfast to start a new day
If you are the ocean, then anchors aweigh
We'll sail through the evening and on to the light
The daystar is dawning, we'll keep to the right
like Peter and Wendy to Neverlands' door
we'll sail on forever and touch every shore
If you are the ocean, come wash me away
to some misty morning and there we will play
on beaches you've loved all your lovely life long
If you are the ocean, then sing me a song
of sailors and treasures and I'll have to say
If you are the ocean, come wash me away...


Poem Details | by Francis J Grasso |
Categories: death, grief, life, lost love, motivation, moving on,

Morning Light


The calm that comes with morning light.
Lying here..from an untroubled night.

Alone, awake after restful sleep.
No tears left, no tears to weep.

Dreaming where dreams were never seen.
Free from all that might have been.

By myself with a pristine heart,
to begin again; a brand new start.

No more fear as I arise.
No sadness here to burn my eyes.

Only peace to guide my way.
No more guilt to mar the day.

My spirit rises in the sun,
as life again has just begun.
       
written 01.20.2017


Poem Details | by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories: imagery, love, morning, nature, poetry,

My Sanctuary Sonnet

I find sanctuary in this sonnet
when as verdant hills rhymes do fall and rise
with aspens quaking in the windless skies.
One such will have blue birds flocking on it.

The trees shall be my muse and bid me write
while I in white gazebo am ensconced
with flowers vased, each color a nuance
in my lyrics, a-blush at first then white.

As I meander through a cloudless dream 
the shades ever change in the wake of love.
Each line will fit my lyrics like a glove
while blue birds harmonize in morning's gleam.

Eyes of love are each an estuary
in the sonnet of this sanctuary.


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: emotions, grief, longing, loss, lost love, memory, morning,

Morning Mist



In dampened blur of violet dawn as angels’ weep did touch upon a mourner’s shoulders mist enshroud - to soften edges gauzy haze that hug around these painful days and mellow memories endowed in sacred stillness of time gone. In silent water droplets clear is beauty precious every sphere collecting on silvery spires midst leaf and scented lavender reminding me of when we were devoted in our love’s desires - each flower holds a lost love tear. Susan Ashley September 29, 2018


Poem Details | by John Posey |
Categories: animals, mother, beautiful, beautiful, fairy, love, morning, mother, sun, time,

Of Fawn And Fairy

 
Inside this forest
so bright and mild 
a fairy lived
her name, Wonder Child

For all the forest
knew of this girl
to which they knew
she would change the world

A fawn she crept 
upon one day
it sensed no danger
no need to escape

Her acquired ability
to speak with those
on four legs with fur
scurrying would go

She was as a spirit
in the woods she did walk
she would talk to the animals
to her they would flock

She'd gentle reach down
and with the smallest of hands
much like the grains of sand
beside them she'd stand

Together as one
the fairy and fawn
if you close your eyes tight
you may see them at dawn

Donna G Fowler
8/7/06


by Donna G Fowler

Review:
"I have seen the fawn wake up at dawn...
and then she did not tarry.
This tiny deer so full of cheer
set out to find the fairy.

She knew that the winged one
would help her through the day
and with the sun at end of day
would quietly slip away.

But fawns grow into beautiful deer
and time just passes on.
Now the mother deer, it is so clear,
seeks the fairy to teach her own."

Donna, I hope you don't think I am presumptuous to think this would improve on your beautiful poem..No, It is just an example of how perfection can trigger creativity in the least of us...
You have my honest admiration and respect for this and many other fine works in your portfolio..Love Ya! Jake  

Reviewed by jakepayne  

Your review received: 
 
Very helpful

and the following comments about your review:
TY JakeI admire your witWhat I'd like to see you do is write a continuation of this like you have startedName it whatever you want, and post me back a message



Mother Doe and Fairy
Inspired by Donna GFowler’s
‘Of Fawn and Fairy’

I saw the fawn wake up at dawn...
and then she did not tarry.
This tiny deer so full of cheer
set out to find the fairy.

She knew that the winged one
would teach her the right ways
and with the sun at end of day
would quietly slip away.


 Fawns grow into beautiful deer
as time just passes on.
Now the mother deer, it is so clear,
seeks the fairy to teach her own.

The fairy knew her language
and all the others too.
She had tutored many youngsters
in the proper things to do.

The forest had been good to her
and the years had been kind too.
When the Doe felt life within her
she knew just what to do.

She knew just where the fairy should be
each and every day.
She wanted her to teach her fawn
to live the forest’s way.

The mother doe was nearing
the birth of her first fawn.
She arrived there at the clearing
just at break of dawn.

She sensed the fairy knew --
for she felt her presence there.
The comfort she had sought to find
Could be felt in the morning air.

She lay down in the comfort
of a nearby grove of trees
And quietly awaited there
in the cooling morning breeze.

Then she heard the quiet flutter
Of tiny little wings
She saw the fairy coming
as the birds began to sing.

She now relaxed and soon she knew
the peace the forest sends
And she found herself surrounded
by scores of tiny friends.

They all had heard the news
and all had been invited
To come and see the miracle
of  two friends reunited.



The fairy knew why she’d been called
to this very special place
She was here to help the deer
receive God’s special grace.

It was not long – it had begun
And quickly, it was over.
There lay the mother doe and fawn
in the comfort of the clover.

The fairy then took stardust
and sprinkled it in their eyes.
Now when they exchange gazes
their love is not disguised.

The fairy and the doe and fawn
then went their separate way
knowing this would not be the last
of many special days.

© Jacob Payne
October 20, 2006

Review:
Jake, I knew you could continue this after what you placed in my reviewFirst I am honored that you were inspired by something I startedSecondly, this is an amazing continuation of my poemYou are so visual in this and I could see the field of clover and the new baby fawnI felt as if I were there watchingFantastic job my friend.I'm so excited!!!!  

Reviewed by Donna G Fowler


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: introspection, life, love, philosophy, morning,

I Walk Alone

Here, as I wander
Many roads, many paths
All one shall see
Is I walk alone

She appeared, like a dream
Like the mist of night
Or the fog of morning light
But I swear she was there

I reached to touch
The sweet taste of what was
I longed for the past
Yesterday, when dreams were dreams

I could smell the fragrance
The smell of morning lily’s
One could taste even the air
And feel the suns grasp of the day 

Such desires burn deep
Within our souls, should one believe
Or so I have been told
As a withering candle, my desires have faded

Tears, oh the tears have faded
The heart grows, only in  the desires for thing past
And yet the heart, sands of time, becomes a desert
The music still plays, and I still walk

alone


Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: good morning, love,

Kiss Me Good Morning

Her faint voice quietly sings a cheerful love song mixed in with the tapping sounds of the falling water from inside the clear glass shower The morning light illuminates the room and I can see her reflection in the half-steamed bathroom mirror A gorgeous sight happiness radiating off her cheeks and a smile you could die for Quietly I sneak downstairs and start breakfast nice plump honey browned sausage links a couple of poached eggs finely cut hash brown potatoes garnished with some fresh succulent strawberries and a hot cup of lemon tea Merrily she enters the room with an I love you grin wraps her arms around me and kisses me good morning.


Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, care, day, dedication, desire, devotion, feelings, first love, for her, garden, girl, god, happiness, happy, heart, how i feel, i love you, light, love, miracle, moon, morning, night, paradise, poetry, power, red, romance, romantic, rose, sky, smile, storm, summer, sun, truth, uplifting, wisdom, woman,

Pursue Love

Pursue love,
the love that has no meaning,
the silver ports of the moon,
shine so bright,
that it blinds you in the twilight
she is beautiful and she is divine
she is the song sang by the sweet nightingales
in the gardens of worthy, overgrowning and blooming roses,
like wildfire grow tall and the thornes of the vines
tangle around her feet and drag her ever so slightly
throughout the garden of beauty.
As the roses lay along a table,
as she sits at the table
and she waits for me, the wordman
to come to the dinner table at the stroke of nine
and sit with her,
start a scene or two of romantic setting,
to pursue love in her name.
Love is around us,
the candlelight shines and reflects in her silk hair,
as her evening dress glitters and shines
and her bossom shows itself in the nightsky
as we lay together,
we pursue a dream together,
forever we live together forever,
as we stand upon the belcony of Romeo and Juliet's love scene
we swim in a pool of sweet divine care and love,
we swallow grapes and drink wine
hand and hand on Persian rugs and virgin white cloth sheets,
we dance to a simple, yet sweet Chopin's masterpiece
of his beautiful nocturnes,
which make such a sweet and romantic song in our heads.

We stomp out the flames
as we dance the night away,
and you lay in my arms,
and I kiss you upon your lovely head,
and you hold my hand,
and I hold you tight
never thinking of letting your love go away from me,
I would take my own life,
before I lose your love.
See us together,
it is a painting that lasts lifetimes,
that needs no touch-ups.
I care for you and love you!
Love me, I know you will.

My sweet and loving portrait lady,
who in reality is more beautiful than a fully bloomed rose
that sits on its green stem,
in the garden of beauty that sits outside my window.
Come up to my chambers
as I picked roses for you and pettles litter the atmosphere
as love's tension grows
and suspence brings us together,
let us make love tonight
seal the passion
and pursue love once and for all.

Then shall we wake with the first rays of the blazing of the morning sun,
I shall wake next to your beauty and glory,
and I shall point my attention to the heavens
and thank the Gods for sending you on the open road,
toward my chamber door, I call my heart.
Then we shall dress, and walk the pathways
in the garden of beauty
and I shall pick a bauquet of roses
and we shall sit by the lake and pursue our love
for one another
and nothing, not one earthquake shall shake us apart.

-9/26/2013-


Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: love, morning,

Lavender Skies

Lavender shades are reflected
In the shy sparkle of your eyes.
As dawn reveals still purple hills
In early morn's gloaming skies.

Tall pines envelope us with bird songs
In harmony's league with the wind.
Lovers kissing in silhouette,
As two souls intertwined ascend,

Rising beyond.lavender skies
A sacred dimension unseen.
As above so below we seek
To keep divine love in between.

By this sacred love we’ve been blessed
To share such happiness given.
Two hearts with twin aspirations
Shall dwell on Earth as in Heaven.

 © Connie Marcum Wong





Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: autumn, beautiful, emotions, love, romance, romantic,

Morning has spoken

Most beautiful honey 
deep inside the pot 
sweetly stirring thoughts
feelings velvet satin fluttering soft
touching sweetly emotions smile

Breathing in the fresh morning air 
misty capped mountains speak
echoing winds carries 
deep inside a faraway treasure
brushing across each warm skipping beat
falling dew upon the ground
thinking of you as an amazing dream 

Spirit of your beauty flies with me
dancing warm waves upon this soul 
within the loving you 
Paradise on distant sands
golden in a faraway land
across many distant seas

I lay my heart
upon the sands 
just for you my love 
Good morning most beautiful 
is when you smile


Poem Details | by David Smalling |
Categories: happiness, hope, loveme, beauty, beauty, earth, garden, love, me, morning, rainbow,

Ode to Joy

Like morning light break forth of eastern skies
And astound with beauty the waking eyes
So did my heart before you rose to praise
A seraph in the nectar of flesh, May's
Brightest bloom in the garden of gladness
The purest form of earth's bare loveliness.
To you, O joy, O let me sing
Let me tell of love first coming.

Cho.
Awake the woodland choir for my song
Awake the primal hour of spring's soft throng
Awake the lark not yet on wing
Awake the world, an anthem bring
Of praise, of praise to beauty, praise
To the sweet rainbow of our days

Sweet fragments make the rainbow bloom aloft
Light splintered is yet in beauty so soft
And whole, the healing balm of my parched soul
Each little wonder a stair a bright stair
A garden of glory on heaven's scroll
I climb to suck the breast of worship here
I seek your worth and find God there
Uplifting me from mortal care

Inside the tabernacle of the soul
Wild and dusty, the dry harmattans roll
And every tender tree gasping for rain
Beheld sapphire arid sky and pray in vain
The pearly cumulus would sable turn
Where on the eye pivots the graceful tern
And then so suddenly you came
The phoenix of another name

Too deaf the deft pianist fingers toll
His litany your virtue to extol
You the image's bone transformed, transcend
All that desire loves and love declares right
Eden's broken wings yet make praise ascend
As prayers in the fluid light, a flight
Of rapture, leaving silent stars
And earth's tumult to jealous wars

Nothing but you, and you alone exist
O sacred symphony of heaven's bliss
And all earth shambles fore you fall again
To rise in your glory a better tale
The joy of beggining the end of pain
Lighthouse eternal, love that cannot fail
Sweet still the night aglow parades
Yet star like flowers morning fades  

Morning melted into mist, grass perspired
In the cool, leaves transpired droplets of bliss
The rainbow my thoughts like heaven attired
Beauty its providence hasten to kiss
Time had divinity at its leafed door
And seas and rivers in long triumph roar
The rhythm of earth so to begin
To break the carnal rule of sin.


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

Early Morning

Smoke slowly rises off the still charred embers from the moonlit campfire from the night before. The grass glimmers in the morning dew chilling my shoeless feet as I walk to the banks of the shimmering stream hoping to catch us a couple salmon on their way to spawn I sit on a big rock and cast my line across the way I spy a hummingbird fluttering peacefully from flower to flower Croaks from frogs echo in the air as they try to stay cool from the now rising sun splashing it's heated rays down upon us I haul in a couple of keepers and head back to camp toss another log on the fire string up the fish to smoke crawl back quietly into the cozy tent and cuddle up close to her.


Poem Details | by cameron holden |
Categories: happiness, love, love, morning, i love you,

Fresh air

Your eyes sparkle like lapis lazulite
As your hair cascades down your face
Your skin glows like morning sunset
And as i look at you i think are you an Angel tonight?

Your a breath of fresh air in a world of hate
And looking at you i see my soul mate
And i long too hold u close in the darkest night
And as our eyes meet like 2 stars lost in the cold lonely night

As the word i love you carries on the cool morning air
And as i run my fingers through your hair
So let me reassure you i will always be there
I love you now and forever I will be there


Poem Details | by Rhea Daniel Dear |
Categories: education, introspection, life, love, on writing and words, write, work, love, work, write, cancer,

I will not be late to work this morning

I will not be late to work today

I will get there on time
I will brush my teeth
Without singing songs
Without thinking about birthdays
About gymnasiums
About TAKS 
About sound
About war
Republicans
Democrats
Independents

I will get there on time
I will eat my oatmeal
Without thinking of 
Broken valentines
Strewn against a wooden
Fence 
Like dropped goblets
From a robbers pillowcase

I will be there before the bell rings
My papers will be checked
My hair will be combed
My mind will be alert 
Ready to begin my lesson

I will not wonder why
My oldest son doesn’t have a job
I will not pray too long
For my daughter who is taking the bar today
At 10:30 AM in New Orleans
I will not scar my knees wishing
For some alternate world
Where children are never neglected
Or hurt
Where there is no abandonment

What nonsense to try and order the world
Just get to work on time
Put your things in the car, your projector and 
The white binders that you didn’t look at
All weekend although you were supposed to check the papers and put the 
grades on the computer
I will leave now
Before it is impossible to
Be on time
I will cream my ashy ankles

I will not focus on the white
Cat on the black pillow
With the green eyes
I will not water the plant
I will not watch TV
I will not write poetry
Before work

I will not write poetry
Before work
I will get to work on time
I will be ready
I will not be daydreaming about fog
Wondering if I’ll get Alzheimer’s like my mother
Or colon cancer like my dad
I won’t be thinking about that stuff
I will be locking the front door and 
Closing the gate and clicking the clicker
And starting the car and leaving

I will not be in my living room
Wondering if there is any reason to love
Because I do not love for reason
I love because He first loved me
It is not incantations or intoxication
Or imagination it is my life and 
The structure will come with the
Clearness of Bajan water
So clear you can see the fish
Fly float across the Atlantic

It is time
This poem must end
I will not be late for work
This morning
Not for nothing
Not for nobody
Not for anything
Not for everything

This poem is over 
the work day begins



Poem Details | by Andy Davies |
Categories: anger, break up, cry, grief, sad, sad love,

The morning after

My heart is bleeding
My soul is pleading
For the love that I once knew.
My mind is wondering
My thoughts are crumbling
Remembering how we grew and grew
My love for you will not go
My spirit feels so low
I try to remember the good 
But I will never have understood
How this ended so quickly 
I was out of your life so briskly
I just thought we would never part
and now I have a broken heart


Poem Details | by Leileah Kasperyan |
Categories: crush, kiss, longing, love, lust, morning,

A liquid mishap

Silky smooth satin skin. Fluid, graceful movements as you pour hot milky coffee into a cup, that soft smile on your lips. Still half asleep, I spill your coffee on my lap.


Poem Details | by Dennis Davis |
Categories: happiness, inspirational, love, morning,

Sunday Morning

Sunday morning shadows floating cross the room
golden morning sunbeams dancing on the wall
Sunday morning touching lightly slowly touching
laying in my tangled Sunday morning bed

as my hands slowly ever so lightly
touch your smooth warm flesh
touching with all my tenderness
from head to toe they search to find
the hidden corners of your mind
in my tangled Sunday morning bed

touching places that have
never been touched like this before
in the early morning shadows
softly laying touching in my
tangled Sunday morning bed

Dennis Davis
Sept2004


Poem Details | by Jared Wain Copold |
Categories: inspiration, life, longing, love, morning, nature,

Dandelion Wishes

Let me embody the promise of hope
That the dawn left 
To usher in new beginnings—
A beacon that heralds a somber morn.
Dearest, I shall be your morning.

Let me be the gentle breeze of bridled passion
That cradles every tulip bud, rocking—
Locking them in my tender embrace 
And a sensual dance.
Dearest, I shall be your morning.

Let me be the persistent rays of sunshine
That break through the shale gray,
Leaden clouds—in immaculate columns 
Of answered prayers.
Dearest, I shall be your morning.

Let me be the saffron hues that paint the sky
From the palette of blissful dreams,
In faint strokes—of the purple aftertaste 
Of sleep in your eyes.
Dearest, I shall be your morning.

Let me be the crystal droplets of dew,
Like cold tears—that accrete
The shards of shattered longing—
A requiem to wash away the bitter night that passed.
Dearest, I shall end your mourning.


16th January, 2017	

3rd Place "The Poet And I" contest 
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose


Poem Details | by michael romero |
Categories: lifechange, love, morning,

mean people s.u.c.k.

To those who can not see what others do
smile...it's the best protection for any kind of day.
unlock those child like fillings we seem to let slip away.
compassion it's what so many in this world don't have.
know this is life, this is a gift not a right so just laugh.
s.u.c.k.
easy to say I know but look...really look 
if you woke this morning is that not a reason
happy, mad, sad, or hurt,
we all fill it like a change in the season
we love we loss and we have we have not 
alone because we made that way
in love for we want it that way 
but all the pain it's not something we sought 
your not alone, your not the only one, we all fill
tears washed over too many times before
if it didn't how would we find tears of joy
just look...we take so much for granted get up concur that hill
smile
unlock
compassion
know.
if you could change any thing would you
to be mean bitter magnifies difference's
who has more who has less
when it doesn't matter this morning it all started a new
the power we hold and so many don't know
is change if we don't like, if we don't want change it
it is no one fault you let it rule you, you let it grow into hate
mean people s.u.c.know just let it go.


Poem Details | by Sara Beaderstadt |
Categories: inspirational, loveme, crazy, love, me, morning,

My Teddy Bear

 I sometimes get a little crazy and lose control
 I sometimes lose sight of whats in my soul
 My teddy bear steadily speaks in my ear
 Everything in sight reminding me that he's still here
 My teddy bear texts just to say, "Good morning beautifulI love you."
 A random call in the middle of the afternoon just to say, "Baby, I'm here to pull you 
through."
 
 My teddy bear leaves a silent message everywhere
 My teddy bear leaves a desk full of paper and a drink in the fridge
 Sayin' baby take my hand and we'll build a bridge
 My teddy bear knows which song to play
 My teddy bear knows how to make me smile more each day

 I sometimes get a little crazy and lose control
 I sometimes lose sight of whats in my soul
 My teddy bear steadily speaks in my ear
 Everything in sight reminding me that he's still here
 My teddy bear texts just to say, "Good morning beautifulI love you."
 A random call in the middle of the afternoon just to say, "Baby, I'm here to pull you 
through."

 My teddy is slowly teaching me to let it all go
 My teddy bear is teaching me to let my emotions flow
 
 I sometimes get a little crazy and lose control
 I sometimes lose sight of whats in my soul
 My teddy bear steadily speaks in my ear
 Everything in sight reminding me that he's still here
 My teddy bear texts just to say, "Good morning beautifulI love you."
 A random call in the middle of the afternoon just to say, "Baby, I'm here to pull you 
through."

 I look around and see you everywhere
 Every moment reminding me that you'll be there
 Your wisdom and knowledge fills my ears 
 Your presence in my heart says you're still here
 
 My teddy bear   My teddy bear
 

 


Poem Details | by Alyssa Finley |
Categories: happiness, love

Good Morning

Birds sing their waking
Silence dead and gone
Aurora rays pierce the sky
Resurrected dawn
Sunlight drips to your lashes
Slides down to your nose
Your eyes glow in the early light
like a morning rose.


Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: courage, faith, god, hope, jesus, love, morning,

Upon A Rose Of Hope


Unto you
May peace touch your soul
May the worrisome trials
Revealing truth
Find prosperity road

May each untouched vision   
Reign in vivid dream
To push upon a new plateau 
Of life again redeemed

And then upon that springtime morn
As the dawning sun approach
To Sprinkle sunlight in velvet song
Upon a rose of hope



Poem Details | by JSLambert Mister ROBOTO |
Categories: angst, confusion, depression, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, introspection, life, love, passion, people, philosophy, romance, social, sorry

Shameful Morning

not sure how she got here 
only know she needs to leave

underneath the stranger 
my arm numb; asleep, 
mouth a desert.
a hundred dead cigarettes dance my tongue dry 

princess of night 
exposed by light
get me out of this;
another dreaded morning mess

bed broken
along with my will
I swore never again; 
the lie is half the thrill.

~JSLambert


Poem Details | by Joe Flach |
Categories: death, loveme, life, love, me, morning,

My Last Good-bye

It happened to me one night – when I was coming home late from work;
The police report said he ran a red light – going 80, some drunken jerk.
I didn’t know just what hit me – I didn’t experience any hurt or pain;
Just a moment of instant recognition – that my life had met its end.

I floated around in darkness – hearing a beeping in my head;
Sensing that you were near me – lying vigil by my bed.
They gave you a medical explanation – for the tears upon my face,
But you knew that I was crying – being stuck in this unconscious place.

My body needed to release me – but my soul didn’t want to go;
I had gone to work that morning – without telling you I loved you so.
They said it was a reflexive action – squeezing your hand at the flat line,
But it was me saying my last good-bye – and, I love you, one more time.

Please don’t you grieve too long – you have plenty of life left to live;
And it really is okay – to find somebody else your love to give.
And when you do, don’t make the mistake – that I made on that fatal day,
Before leaving the house each morning – “I love you”, is what you should say.