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Love Poems About Muse or Muse Love Poems
by Silent One |
Categories: love,

You're the Poem

If only this poetry could define, how your presence takes me towards cloud nine. Your touch brings sensations that feel divine, yet, my tongue is quiet, fighting this muse of mine. Waiting for the moment our lips can greet, your sweet voice takes control of my heartbeat. I sigh hallelujah, as our eyes meet, the taste of your mouth makes my life complete. Suddenly the pen flows like buoyant streams, describing love that's only seen in daydreams. I'm just a star within universal schemes, basking within the passion of your moonbeams. Our love can't be hidden in a metaphor, you're the poem my pen will always adore.
Silent One 3 February 2019


by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, heart, lost love, love, muse, philosophy,

Desire LOVE Romance

All lovely words
when understood

All so misconstrued
silence envelopes our delusions

Desire, we lust the attention
at the forfeit of philosophy

Love, we crave at Kings expense
	at times
		Sacrificing those whom love us true
			spilling blood at humanities alter

Romance, we desire for loves embrace
knowing serpents sell snake oil remedies

Beware the soft spoken 
cringe when you hear words only a token

Seeking the truth, not platitude
discover love, in those that.........

Breathe actions, not poetic verse

by Daniel Turner |
Categories: funny love,

If I Were The One For Nicola

If only I could make my way to Paris
To search the boulevards and rainy rues
I'd look to find my lonely heart an heiress
An Irish lass vacationing her muse

We'd find a quiet cafe' on the Seine
Where we could sit and share a laugh or two
By candlelight we'd toast with French champagne
Pretend that we were on our honeymoon

But how could I convince her I'm the one
To make all of her fantasies come true
She knows there's more to life than having fun
In Paris hearts get easily confused

I'd get down on one knee under the stars
Give her the paper ring off my cigar



   an original poem by Daniel Turner
      


by Charlie Smith |
Categories: love, mystery, spiritual,

Beautiful Mysteries

Divinity lives beyond description Alone, a weary heart cries from its pain Desire eager for its conscription Might truth and love turn this way again? Sweet mysteries, this life, in dreams of thee Yield fantasy's passion I dare to share Walk from this muse, I pray to live in me Conceding this, my love, unto your care On lifeless shadows, cast your glowing light Bring a blessed presence to this peace I seek Rest too this solemn shade, this endless night With angelic verse, but you could only speak For seeking dreams to dream from up above I cast my will and fate to seek your love 09/19/2018 Beautiful Mystery Contest Sponsored by John Hamilton Fourth Place

by Daniel Turner |
Categories: appreciation, nature, summer,

Summer Love Sonnet

What's not to love about a summer day?
Kissed by the sun, the warmth of its embrace
To feel the cleanse from sweat at work and play
While honeysuckle breezes cool my face

With hillsides blanketed in purple vetch
Magenta morning glories and light blues
Imagine all the butterflies they fetch
A scene to romance any poet's muse

But when it gets too hot, I seek the shade
Barefoot in clover 'neath tall sycamores
Or take a watermelon down to wade
A spring fed creek, to cool, while I explore

That evening, in the swing, I watch  fireflies
Then pray I wake to see one more sunrise 


   May 9 - 2018

by SKAT A |
Categories: beauty, dream, muse, romantic, sea, together, vanity,

DRUNKEN MOON

~twice the beauty~


in the sea of love 
reflection of the night 
a wave moves


~SKAT~

by Winged Warrior |
Categories: heaven, inspirational, love,

Heavens Eternal Love



 
Let me take away pains of forever-with heavens eternal love monoku-17 Syllables Jan.25.2019 Heavenly Monoku Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues ...thank you so much to those who have made this monoku, POTD...and thank you kindly to all that have left their lovely comments...as of late, I have been ill with a flu-like virus...and usually in January, I take a little break to rest and refuel the muse...may Heaven's light shine through everyone...God bless... N/A for contest

by Maurice Yvonne |
Categories: love,

The Hushed Tone Of Her Love

 
Lived it Like a daydream  Sunlit! Faintly Floated - Befell Quaintly. A note Scented in love She wrote. Maurice Yvonne 11~28~2014 Sponsor: nette onclaud Contest Name: WHISPERS OF A MUSE
                                

by Tim Smith |
Categories: love,

How Blessed Am I

Sitting here in this big old lazy chair a little smile starts to appear upon my face Some Phil Collins music rings in the air as the girls cuddle under warm blankets watching the movie Tarzan. I sit here and muse how did I get so lucky? why did God shine upon me? I have such beautiful and healthy children I have a place to lie my head There is plenty of food to be put upon the table There's no other place I'd rather be instead My heart starts beating stronger There is warmth and love in the air I get up and sit between them I am so blessed to be here

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

Sweet Breath


Lips dance,
flirt together -
romance.

Sweet breath - 
language of love
‘til death.

Hearts flared -
poetic words
declared!



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


by hija de la luna |
Categories: love, nature, night, sky, stars,

Starry Night

his gaze -
starry night sky's
soft rays.

her face
caught the night light,
such grace!

hearts tossed,
perched on the stars -
words lost ....

hija de la luna
11.29.14
for nette onclaud's "whispers of a muse" contest

by John Gondolf |
Categories: encouraging, friend, friendship,

A Friend in Deed

When darkness spreads across the land, and storm clouds form above; a friend will be there, outstretched hand, and offer you their love. They stand beside you through the dark, and always without strings, to help you make it ‘round the mark; the wind beneath your wings. Whenever doubt forms in my mind my writing is sub-par; with your encouragement I find my muse becomes a star.
June 23, 2018

by Tim Smith |
Categories: for her, love, muse,

My Muse Resides

I see in creases no others found
where souls seem low 
and duty bound

where sparkle waits
in dreamlike states

amid anxious eyes
here her smile lies

I see in darkness under guise of moon
where beauty moves
no heart's immune

where kindness roams
alive in poems

held deep inside
my muse resides


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.

by craig cornish |
Categories: introspection,

Moonlit Peace

Like fingers, lovely birch tree shadows play
on virgin snow like hands upon a sheet;
so bright the moon, it seems like light of day,
yet stars among the forest's members peek.

And ... while my love lies pleasantly at rest,
I dream awake and contemplate my muse,
enraptured by this scene on winter's breast,
where thoughts are drawn and peacefully diffused
.
So now, I look upon the face of time
and all my years of life become but one.
In timelessness I feel my spirits climb,
where thoughts of love and life can laugh and run.

Like fingers, lovely birch tree shadows play
on virgin snow, like hands upon a sheet.

English Sonnet

by Nina Parmenter |
Categories: fun, funny, horse, humor, humorous, poets,

The Pompous Poet

“O to dwell in the past!” yearned the poet. “How nice!”
“The words of today are so coarse!”
So he wallowed in syphilis, sadness and lice,
Wrote a sonnet, then married his horse. 

He sat with dear Dobbin ‘neath shimm’ring skies,
as they supped on warm ale and hard cheese,
crying “Yonder, the moon shineth o’er the rise!”
“Pray my love, fetch my quill if ye please.”

Deep into the gloaming the poet didst muse,
as the horse she fell weary and bitter,
He cried “Tarry! Thine face is the bounty I choose!”
Dobbin smiled, and then trolled him on Twitter. 



11 May 2019



by Jared Pickett |
Categories: motherlove, me,

The Christmas Card

Christmas day so full of joy,
putting a smile on my face.
Inspiring your eldest boy
with love. I say grace

I am fortunate to have
a mother like you.
No matter the distance between us,
Your love will shine through.

You've made me what I am today.
Molded me into Asavvy man.
Being there, supporting my dreams.
Doing everything you can.

I say thank you Mom,
for all that you have done.
My muse, my backbone, my mother, I love you.
Sincerely, 
Your eldest son......


Jared Pickett
Asavvy1
12/18/05

by Miraj Raha |
Categories: beautiful, friend,

For Andrea

In breath-taking elegance, the "Cinder Girl" walks
she was the moon once, but now a frightful dusk.

A grave message through "Fire and Ice"
mortals must learn to sacrifice.

pulsating everywhere, before the dawn of man
that is "How Poetry began."

darkness was adorned by moon-rays bright
"Come out and play, you creatures of Night."

The sun refused to shine, as evil shadows around them crept
That was the day, "When the Heaven and Earth wept."

...and thus she spins her endless tales
that spreads forth in the winds and dales.
A deluge of emotions mix and blend
creating miracles,I don't know to what end.
may almighty watch her from above
as she spreads her muse and love.

by Frederic Parker |
Categories: love, passion,

A Purple Muse in Thought

The deep purple passion of love intoxicates
To fill life's chalice with wondrous wonder
Nothing exists in any realm which replicates
Nor has its power to cast a heart asunder

Passion makes worlds disappear with its eyes
And can teach an empty vessel what serenity means
Its warm rich fullness can overwhelm and surprise
And can invite a poetic soul to reveal its dreams



1/25/19 contest Purple 2

by Susan Jeavons |
Categories: extended metaphor, metaphor, muse, poets, time, writing,

Universal Muse

Universal Muse

She is light 
in dark, mysterious spaces,
integrity in immoral places .
She's hope
in spite of  uncertainty,
mercy for those with misery. 
She's an idealist 
in a realm of broken dreams,
conscious of her adversary's  schemes.
She's morality 
displayed for all to see,
enlightenment to all who wish to be.
She's time, 
yesterday, today, tomorrow,
ecstasy within a world of sorrow.
She's creation 
from beginning to the end,
solitude yet society's boisterous friend.
She's love in a world of sin and hate.
She's harmony;  
		this, the poet's fate.

by Jenish Somadas |
Categories: 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, nature,

An Angel's Teardrop

My lazy muse went wandering around
When fallen into my knees, I astound
A cute lady like a coloured teardrop
Fallen from heaven an angel's eye drop.

She sat silent on my lap, I wonder
Shy or timid, what her cute mind thunder
In bright red attire with black beauty spots
An angel's love blot, my muse I forgot.

O lady, from the Garden of Eden
Did you come with a tweet from the heaven?
Or to tie my naughty mind on his seat
And to teach me to taste nature at least.

While my thoughts fly far away to the sky
Tiny wings blossoms, ladybird soars high.



Second Place in STRAND CHOICE W,any form,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand

by Dana Smith |
Categories: courage, dark, death, dedication, depression, devotion, dream, faith, happiness, jesus, life, love, metaphor, nature, pain, sad,

A Soul Awakened

She is the muse to her own sorrow; She is the digger of her grave. She is the painter of her ocean view and every fatal wave. She is the shadow of her Father; She is the darkness in your sight. She is the night without the stars surrounding pale moonlight. She is the music with no words; She is sweet love without the reason. She is your dreamer with submission cold by warmth with every season. She is your pet with cold intentions; She is your baby scared and shaken. She is the bold and pure- the lost and found, She is a soul awakened.

by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: nature, new year,

Ekphrasis 12 Line Max

New Year’s Eve

I need to feel the trade winds blow
To know they have my heart in tow,

Here in the twilight of this hour
I feel the grandeur of God’s power.

The Sun, a ball of golden fire
Rises with my heart’s desire

That this New Year will offer love
As Sol begins to rise above.

How wonderful, the winter sky—
With mist filled clouds that float on by.

Sweet birds of beauty on the wing,
Portends the gifts New Year will bring.

© Connie Marcum Wong

My Muse is the New Year
Contest: Ekphrasis 12 Line Max
Sponsored by Rick Parise

by Paula Lelitte |
Categories: devotion, love, passion, romanceme, me, universe,

Love Letter



I am amazed by the power of you words,
They seep through my skin
Like ink’s aphrodisiac,
And I feel powerless to stop them,
The mere thought of your hands
Touching me makes
Atoms explode inside my chest,
As if a universe is being born,
A light sweat glistens over my form
As my eyes devour every syllable,
My heart beats to the tune you write,
With quickened breath 
I feel it consuming me,
This sexual fantasy wax lyrical,
I fail, not miserably but excitedly
To control my minds dirty idiom,
Where do the thoughts of lust go?
I feel them cling to me
Begging to be made manifest,
Tonight your pen is my phallic pleasure,
Take me and make me your muse.

by arthur vaso |
Categories: kiss, muse, remember, sad love,

A Christmas Callgirl

Everyone has gone home
Where ever home is
The city is bare
Only me
And the call girl left
We share our secrets
In silence
Comrades in despair
The cold winter chills us all
So we two find comfort
In a passing moment
She kisses her past
I kiss my desires
Our tongues kiss our dreams
A Christmas carol plays in the background
Snow begins to fall
Madeline must now go
On another call