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Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: fantasy, love, muse, romance, star, stars,

In The Stars

       Written in The Stars 

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Two hearts bleached by the sun
        A poem's - fallen wish
               The Love 
            Of A Life Time
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Majestic beams fall from heavens meadow
Two hearts stitched by the constellation
Under the moon's glow 
   You and I
Gazing up into the Starry Sky

This night we sit under the dazzling diamond dust
Our eyes feel and meet tonight 
Stars twinkle a poem of each paired heart
Listen......While......The God's Whisper!

What Is Love? 
They asked
A wish so gently by the stars 
Greeting young couples heart 
Poor but, in love
Mockeries of an old shadow
Light embracing this Auspicious moment 

-Aster Flares-
Intrigued by sad lovers tale
Two souls forever rich- 
Sharing eternity through celestial bliss
Gravitating in the world owned by the stars
A most unfortunate turn of events, 
Romeo & Juliet
Collapsing stars rising with a hymn 
From the moment they fell
Only to reveal how beautiful-- 
-- the stars in the dark
Ever so wealthy, around Orion's Belt
Reading notes on every rhyme, every heartbeat


Stars fall every eve entering the atmosphere
Seeping through the soul, making love a part of light
Permanent illusion
Fireflies Flaring up 
A passion that last longer than a moment

Each  zodiac unfolds
The stars tell you, who you are 
Gaze upon the eternity
Follow the Northern star
Beneath your peaceful splendor 
They will bow
Sunset and the evening star, 
"My Star Of Love" 
Like glitter dust upon a timeless shore
Never will the memory of love be gone
Look up at the stars tonight,
For somewhere out there 
I read about YOU in a poem.

By; PD


Poem Details | 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


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 Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: allusion, devotion, loneliness, muse, sad love, soulmate,

Images of feathers

"Once upon a midnight Poe"

Underneath the midnight mask, I remove the makeup at last,
The moon is anvil to my mood, mooring along the vacant vast 
I lay the Gin and Tonic by the bedside asking for more,
I hear a noise, a lost voice, the echoes of no rejoice,
I couldn't brush the light coming from the cracks under the door
I gave it some thought, 
My eyes twinkle, towards the tinsel tiles on the floor
Seemingly the light seemed to be deeming distance of resistance
Curiosity came in crawling and caressing 
To sense and taste of sinful skin 
Everything then grew thinner than thin
On the spur of the moment, I hear a whisper, my love is near
"Darkness there, and nothing more."

A nerve impulse hits the wall if nothing nary, nevertheless 
I sadistically, stagger a sullen movement, even so
In this moment, Edgar Whispered, "nothing more."
Many nights, I dram of demonic demons, demanding answers for
A sad --sadder voice, sits and whines, with the wind
"Merely this and nothing more!"
A notary, nauseate moment, sea sick, shipwreck sensation
Secular suicide spreading like gossip, sailing through my veins
Evilly and twisted, "This it is and nothing more" - that remains

Tweaking and repeating, the speeding of needing
My drugs of pain and passion, to end the delusion
Of the self-inflicted - bruising from the voices of my choices
I hear the whisper, a selfish whisper, asking for Lenore
How many nights, he comes into my room, dress like A Raven
Painted and tainted like the midnight dreary
Reciting the excitement like The Bells, of Annabel, in a rush
Never, never, nameless here forevermore, in my dreams
Under my evil doing skin, like the sum of sin is how it seems

On the nights, my soul mate does not appear, 
The anchor drowns and torments me with tears
I travel up in fear, of the fear, when my ghost is not near
Rattling and trembling, by the bedside, 
On the grim side of the mental moon, when in gloom
I scrape up my room, screaming to the bleeding, 
From my heart, who needs a killing, 
From a feeding and the feeling of letting Poe, go!

By: PD
Inspired by The Raven


Poem Details | by Besma Riabi Dziri |
Categories: beauty, heart, hope, inspirational love, muse, passion, tribute,

Merry Spring

I write when beauties step into my heart
and when the Muse unveils her very art.

I write when to a wonder, my soul leaps
and when the warmest of bliss is spilled heaps.

I write when Nature reigns and sends her scent
and when allured to my Self give vent.

That’s Euterpe of music and beauty
full, overflowing many a ruby.

And when poetry, a gift that beguiles
drifting, with no anchor, into the wilds.

And when in life, breezes merge with the storms
highest Selves emerge above bonds and norms.

And what is to the heart precious and dear
souls would linger in perpetual fear.

Merry pure hearts in the season of youth
friendly warm Spring, a reverie and sooth.


March 8th, 2019


Poem Details | by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: love, muse, mythology,

Endymion,Lover Of The Moon

On summer hills I watched you I know you watched me too Every night you waited for me Every night I came to you From shallow oceans I have risen On silver chariots traveled high Crossed everlasting spaces which filled your empty sky Soothing manna showered your lips from the radiance of my light Crazy love I poured in your heart on each lone and serene night Humble shepherd boy Endymion You haven't chosen death,nor life In eternal sleep you've slumbered and made of me your wife You must have been a poet with a will to live our dream with a want to preserve passion for the last abiding crescent of the evanescent moon Selene.
Inspired by the Greek myth of Selene,goddess of the moon and Endymion and by beautiful poetry.


Poem Details | by Lyric Man |
Categories: desire, dream, fantasy, future, muse, mystery, romantic love,

SCRIBBLES ON MY MIND

I’ve got scribbles on my mind
Thoughts trying hard to find
Random echos in the wind
Of more than poetic friends

What is it with you and blue
A penny for your thoughts
And a kiss for just a clue
Can sapphire come from two

Raindrops like fingers touch
A falling silky, sexy rush
Sweet girl I feel your flush 
Oh my.Is that too much

See you clothed in evergreen
So deep beyond what’s seen
Beauty within.taste so true
Love breathes all over you

What if I.your morning mist
Cotton candy clouds, I insist
And that carousel of dreams
Everything’s not as it seems

That clown who said depart
Not the end but a new start
Your hand, oh look it’s free
New man.what if it’s me

Poems don’t always rhyme 
Chaos makes sense sometimes
They say, true love is never late
So l long anticipate and wait

~Lyric Man

Note: A collection of random scribbles.just for fun!


Poem Details | by Lyric Man |
Categories: destiny, dream, emotions, fantasy, love, muse, mystery,

GIRL, I'M WISHING

She's writing again
God, how I love her pen
That hand can make a man tremble
Her script today about the sea
So jealous, wishing it were me

Just seeing her name
And I'm falling to pieces
I can't shake the feeling 
Or stop myself from reeling
Captivated by her heart

Paradise abides within her soul
All of her, an unrelenting goal
She's got words that make me fly
Again today, time stood still
Can love's belief make it all real

Just seeing her name
And I'm falling to pieces
I can't shake the feeling 
Or stop myself from reeling
Captivated by her heart

I know it sounds crazy to say
Whispering her lines, I think today
These words written about the sea
I'm dreaming of how it could be
If this girl's really thinking about me

Girl, I'm wishing...
Wishing you're thinking about me

Girl, I'm wishing...
Wishing for a you and me!

~Lyric Man

Note: I wanted to write a song about that wishing feelingThose things going on inside so many of usThings we can't or won't ever say out loudBecause it's just fantasy, right? Or could there actually be more..What if this girl is thinking about me while I thinking about her?!?!

So just for fun, if you think this write is really about you.you just might be right!! The tension of the unknown is intoxicating.so drink up my friends!


Poem Details | by Ken Carroll |
Categories: beautiful, celebration, desire, love, muse,

El Amante

My melancholy turns to gold dust
in your soft and tender hands
upon your fingers I scatter my life
my love remains clasped in your hands
now I am a vial of cologne, emptied...

I yearn to see your lissome creeper
how it clings to cracks on the walk
well, just as it entwines the cement altar
Mi amor, that is how I yearn to embrace your heart
I used to stumble, now I am sustained in you...

This night I yearn and sigh for you
to see you sleep, hands on your chest
sinking into our bed like rosy fruit
from smooth pastures into the depths of our mattress
as the air enters your chest and raises it chastely...

Amante, steal away to me in the night
we will see how peacefully the moon rays
create quiet waves without unsettling the hush
just as it passes into the gulf is the way
I yearn to sink to the very bottom of your soul...

Fly to me from your snow white orchards
you love is ever so immaculate
my naked soul will tremble in your hands...


Poem Details | by Whirl Wind |
Categories: goodbye, loss, sad love,

Romance was not our Muse

Romance was not our muse, he types
Not writes his farewells before each morning -
A simple 'Till tomorrow' left by cooling sheets.

We started as lovers, before we were friends
Speaking in touches instead of thoughts
Every night he clouded our secrecy
With cigarette smoke, an ashtray beneath my bed, 
A counter of the days we were spent.

But a playful joke turned bittersweet, I slipped
My favourite glinting stud, a gift
In his pocket lining, finding instead a reminder
Of sin and silent lives, a ticket 
To home and back to reality.

In dawn’s light and an empty bed, I wrapped 
Bruised red lips around his fading cig, enjoying
The lingering taste of him and his ashy breath.

Romance was not our muse, I type
Not write my farewells before the morning -
A simple 'Good-bye' left by cooling sheets.


Poem Details | 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


Poem Details | 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


Poem Details | by Lu Loo |
Categories: beautiful, bird, happy, inspiration, love, muse, words,

Soar Like An Eagle

 

                /\                                                                    /\
               //\\                                                                 //\\
              Soar                                                                Soar
             through                                                          bravely
              out my                                                          filled in 
                universe                                                     passion
                 and I shall                                               and love 
                   set you free           ********            with all thy
                     I’ve ached for      * O\ __ /O *         mightTake 
                       moments of       *      \/      *       flight under 
                         clarity without *                * the twilight with
                              responsibility                my love tonight.
                                May the breeze fill your spirit and may 
                                    your spirit rise aboveYour spirit is
                                       so mighty floating like a dove.
                                          You always deserve joy
                                           \_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/
                                           in life so be kind to all
                                       those you meetBe all you
                                     can to strangers and you shall
                                    always land on your feetStay
                                      strong, fight      keep  your
                                      head held so     high and fly.
                                            /l\                   /l\
                                 \_/\_/ / l \  \_/\_/\_/  / l \  \_/\_/
                                
                                \_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/
                                                  
                                                     Be you.





December 27, 2016


Poem Details | 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


Poem Details | by Lu Loo |
Categories: inspirational, love, poetry,

Muse on the Loose

Somewhere between yesterday and tomorrow I lost my  w a y -
Forgetting all the heartache and sorrow I found a way to  s a y..

MY passion is within my journal-
   I starve for each new verse-
     My parchments dependency eternal-
       My pen has become my thirst-

Belonging to something brings healing inside troubled  m o m e n t s -
Longing for redemption eases my feeling of my forgotten  a t o n e m e n t.

My MUSE flows freely-
   As I softy write a stanza-
      I can write a sweet story-
         Of a passionate extravaganza-

I desire keen senses ON  midnight's twilight  i m a g i n a t i o n -
My fire keeps burning with each delight of a poet’s  a n t i c i p a t i o n.

THE meter can be quite difficult-
   Blank verse fills my void-
      Impassiveness can be principled-
         My compositions never destroyed-

I sing a symphony of lyrics that reveal my intimate  e x p r e s s i o n s -
I bring epiphany into my rhymes that appeal to my  d i g r e s s i o n s.

Alliteration in versification-
   My quill has been seduced-
      Intense devouring revelations-
         My poetry…a muse on the LOOSE.


Couplets with internal rhyme
followed by A-B-A-B rhyme


Originally for Muse on the Loose Contest
Judged September 12, 2016

Written: September 6, 2016


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: appreciation, blessing, joy, love, muse, poetry, uplifting,

A Tribute To Justin A Bordner

Of the many stars I have seen,
Justin, you are by far the most exquisite
I love how you just mold into my heart,
Sifting the words we share part by part,
Lighting the path to inspiration,
Attaining your lightning connotation

I love how you relate to my struggles,
Allowing my feet to rest on your gentle wings,
How your loving eyes look in-between the lines,
To see inside such poetry, the divine intertwine

You do not waste your time in the sky,
Rising every moment in your heightening knowledge
You burn brighter for what matters
You hold tighter to the light with gladness,
And you are not afraid in the prowling wilderness
You are never afraid to express your genius

Long ago, I had wandered in the haze of many a soul
Closed and withdrawn in the strolls of dark foes
In your luminous presence, you awakened this dreamer
My eyes widening in the unity of word-weavers
To access your bloom was to shatter all doom
And in awe, I aspired to be a part of you

I love that you care of my virtues,
How you give and give tremendously
How we understand each other in synchronizing energy out of this world
I love that you will feel my heart, as I do yours
I will love these truths forevermore

A tribute to this burning star is never enough
You have inspired me beyond what I can see
Beyond what dreams a dreamer be
And for that, I must thank you,
As you persevere in your incomparable brightness
To illuminate my path, and our paths, 
Into the extraordinary, eternal unearthing of fate, fervor and fortune

For the “Tribute: Poetry Contest” 
Sponsored by The Silent One
August 4th, 2015


Poem Details | by Phil Capitano |
Categories: inspiration, love, muse,

Erato

Erato

Out of an ethereal mist her form –
round, soft edges shimmering, a milky

apparition, like the full moon on a foggy
July nightMyrtle and roses came first

in the aroma that took him to the shores 
of Tunisia and a Mediterranean breeze –

his mind wandered until she came full into view
and then his focus was secure…her beauty

filled every available space and he was captivated,
captured by love’s rich paletteHe recognized her

not from a daydream nor a fantasy but his Big Dream.
“You…we have known before the slippery

rocks and the gypsy dance…stars over Mont Royal.”
With one look and a flash of lightning she charmed

his sight; he should have known he was doomed
to make the pilgrimage to Samos and the tomb.

She came to fill his head with poetry, rivers
of words to fill his verses and charge them

with emotionsInstead she filled his heart
with a drunkard’s love, a spring wine 

with a delicate bouquet…morning weighs heavy.
“Let me open the gate and chase the noisy

dogs away,  my riches lie within the garden.”
The shaper of words then took her guitar and sang

sweet melodies like kisses and he was the Best Man
far too drunk to resist her passionsHe partook

in the creation of music divine amid the cries
of idolatry but he was deaf to the discord

With every song they sang he fell deeper
into her graces and his destiny was sealed;

he traded his heart to be skilled in the art
of making love with words, a noble task.

Whenever his vision appeared
he sensed infinity within his grasp.

So, could this awakening be
the pebble whose ripples rock the sea?

The seeker, who had found his treasure,
was now swimming in fatal hope.

I am jealous of White Feather to have kissed
the artful lips of Erato and survived.

Contest: Your BEST
Sponsor: SKAT


Poem Details | by Ryan Vandenbosch |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, love, muse, romantic, soulmate, true love,

A Message In A Bottle

If you find me 
I'm yours 
A soulmate forever more 
For the love that be eternal 
My heart beats just once more

But first

I am an enigmatic conundrum 
The puzzled puzzler 
But a most dynamic lover 
If u take the time 
To piece my mind 
Together beyond its cover

Then you'll be

The poetry in my life 
Having poetic eyes 
Eloquently worded lips 
A fierce love lyric 
Pounding the heart 
Of the soul that entices me

A soulful beauty in melody 
With note flowing lips 
Love lyric bursting eyes 
A voice of music
Keeping me forever capsized 

But first

Whose passionate enough to decipher 
The puzzle I send out to sea 
One sealed by love 
With a treasure map 
Back to me

Until then

If you find me 
I'm yours 
A soulmate forever more 
For the love that be eternal 
My heart beats just once more






Poem Details | by Ken Carroll |
Categories: beautiful, emotions, love, muse,

The Romantic

Ma Dame, I say to you
as it was written hundreds of years ago
by Francois de la Rochefoucauld,
"True love is like ghosts,
which everybody talks about
and few have ever seen."

And now this poem for you
in my own words....

Amoureaux, the fruits of my passion
are yours, and now
how I delight in your arrival
my hallowed woman
you among the gardenias that blossom...

Pour Vous, I would with my last breath
exhale my love for you
on that day may it be bitter cold
so you could see what you mean to me...

Je t'aime, in my mind
where my thoughts are born
in my heart where emotions reside
and in my soul where dreams become...

Je vous vois, under the Spanish Moss
where the throng of song birds burst into rhapsody
filling the echoing evening effervesce
with the elation of their love songs...

Mon amour, if you this night descend into the abyss
of my loneliness, with the touch of your lips
plants in the moonlit garden will burst into bud...

Je le ferai, inhale your perfume in bold enjoyment
as when one turns the pages of a sacred book
breathes the scent of mystic violets...


Poem Details | by billy bier |
Categories: dedication, devotion, faith, for her, friend, i love you, muse,

Peace

In a quiet moment
 In a darkened space
 In the middle of the chaos
 I saw your face

 As my rope was burning
 Will my vision cease?
 but there you stood
 To give me peace


Poem Details | by Tricia Campese |
Categories: deep, for her, for him, happiness, love, muse,

Cigarette love

Treat my love like a cigarette; let it creep inside of your throat and caress your lungsSmoke my love till you're satisfied, and let my taste sit on your tongue.


Poem Details | by Lyric Man |
Categories: fantasy, fate, longing, love, magic, muse, mystery,

SWEET GIRL

Sweet Girl..
I can scribble too
My heart’s beating so fast
I think I might..
I’m almost sure..
Falling in love with you

Sweet Girl..
Take my breath away
Kiss goodbye these blues
Please make it clear
Cause I’ve gotta know
Is this me or is it my muse

Can simple words
Break through fantasy’s wall
You once said you believe
Can those arms wrap
Around more than imagination
From poetry.love conceive

Just the thought
Oh, what are yours..
Has left me kind of shaking
Could this really be
Take my hand and see
Together a chance we’re taking

Sweet Girl..
Take my breath away
Kiss goodbye these blues
Please make it clear
Cause I’ve gotta know
Is this me or is it my muse

Sweet Girl..
I can scribble too
My heart’s beating so fast
I think I might..
I’m almost sure..
Falling in love with you

~Lyric Man


Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: heart, love, muse, poets,

Succumb To My Heart

Composed through flickers of ambient light
vanilla wafts permeate solemn halls this night
as life into her passionate pen breathes
talking in code and longing to be

Verdant valleys and flowing waterfalls
mist simple eyes as words echo her call
darkness drips out from the deep black
easing anguished uncertainties held intact

Freeing feelings and setting off subtle swells
releasing evocative imagery from their cells
cravings of brittle bones obediently seek out
to be heard along side her choreographed shout

Succumb slowly dear to my heart in glowing red
Where futures shall lie and pure souls are bled





Poem Details | by Joseph Spence Sr |
Categories: adventure, funny, holiday, inspirational, love, people, places, time, muse,

Georgia Muse

I went to Georgia without my bonjo in my hand I knew it would be great after I landed and took a stand I told them my name and they asked, "What's your fame?" I reached for my muse and turned it loose like a goose They straightened their ties and said “O’ me, O’ my!” “We made a mistake about this poetic rhyming guy!” Someone handed me a bonjo and they all joined the tango My muse had its way and we had a wonderful stay As we departed for home they started to sing, “Hurry back poet, may your muse give you wings!”


Poem Details | by Matt Riley |
Categories: angst, family, world, heart, anger, heart, love, muse,

For Charlie, With Love

To thee I sing O’ muse of verse,
Of our world that the Gods do curse.
For what Gods are these who cruelly play,
Their wicked games, for which humans pay.
Not content with a world of joy & love
They spite us all from Olympus above.
To try us all & break our backs,
As this is drama their world lacks.
For even Achilles was to die,
Yet his name lives on as time goes by.
So let me sing to you of a Great man,
Who’s name too lives on, after his sands have ran.
Charlie his name a heart so pure,
Full of love & passion, & courage sure.
Strode in he did to save poor souls,
One loving lady & her three foals.
‘Tis true his anger at times did boil,
But his effort was not mere toil.
‘Coz though the fires sometimes burned,
He & the foals soon were learned,
That in peace & harmony, joyous times were had,
A man found proud to call Dad.
With he at their side those foals matured,
& They to his nature became inured.
His fair traits & wit passed down,
Championer of rights, humour of renown.
But alas the Gods were not appeased,
Their unending anger had not eased,
So Zeus sent down his violent bolt
& struck Charlie down, what was his fault?
Who knows but they I shall not dwell,
‘Tis but part of the story that I do tell.
For when he passed on & spirit released,
His body slowed & heart was ceased,
He left himself without a sound
& found himself to Olympus bound.
 As he soared high like the dove
To the mount of the Gods high above,
He smiled to us all & sent a kiss
To all the people that he’ll miss.
& miss him back so we will,
That emptiness which we know can’t fill.
But hush your mourning & your sadness,
As he wished it show your gladness
That Charlie came & he all did touch,
Be thankful that we have that much.
So as I close this verse I do sing,
Aphrodite’s love & the fire Hephaestus does bring.
I say to thee be angry not at the Gods,
At Hera’s scheming & Zeus’s vile rods.
For they too bow to the fates,
Who plan our loves & plot our hates.
I thank thee all for your time,
For listening to my Ode to Charlie; my idle rhyme.
How I wish though, the outcome I could reverse,
I sing to thee, O’ muse of verse.


Poem Details | by Janis Thompson |
Categories: dream, love, muse, nature, poetry,

THE POET'S PLUCK - Langston Hughes

THE POET'S PLUCK - Langston Hughes I Dream a World where all people will be Walkers With The Dawn and completely free In The Time Of Silver Rain is the fresh new breeze Juke Box Love Song Springtime melodies I Continue to Dream though some hopes have not come God comforts the losses like a Mother to Son The Dream Keeper sleeps not Nightmare warrior is he Weaves a poem and a song Theme For English B 2/19/17 THE POETS PLUCK Sponsored by: Mystic Rose


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: absence, angel, betrayal, business, car, career, celebrity, change, childhood, dance, death, death of a friend, dedication, devotion, england, farewell, fear, first love, for him, freedom, friendship, funeral, goodbye, grief, heartbroken, history, identity, international, london, miss you, money, murder, muse, music, mystery, new york, peace, political, power, remember, rights, spiritual, tribute, truth, visionary, wisdom,

he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        ThenAbbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one It wanted silence

                    Going back.remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      Nothis was not my hero in music and song

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of.coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone bylet us tell the TruthLet us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






Poem Details | by Alyssa Waters |
Categories: addiction, adventure, angel, boyfriend, dream, feelings, first love, for him, freedom, friendship, future, growing up, happiness, happy, heart, how i feel, i love you, innocence, inspiration, life, light, longing, love, lust, me, miss you, missing you, muse, relationship, remember, romance, romantic, simple, spoken word, sweet, together,

Falling In Like

I love it when you hold me close, and always want to play.
How in the morning you message me; on every single day.
When you call me every night, before I close my eyes-
Or always tell the truth; never any lies

When I get to see your passion with every story that you tell,
How even when you’re angry, those feelings never dwell
I love that you protect me, from everything around;
That even when I’m lost, I know that I’ll get found

I love that whenever you start to drive, you make me kiss your cheek.
How my stomach gets butterflies with each sweet word you speak.
That you cuddle me for a moment and then turn on your side,
That all of your accomplishments and family give you pride

I love that you support every decision that I make,
That even if you’re embarrassed of things- you’ve never acted fake.
How you always want me to be happy, no matter how I feel.
That even when we make things up- it’s never been more real

How you always make these plans, that often tend to change;
When you smile at my senseless jokes, and when I’m acting strange.
That you always say I’m pretty, even when I don’t think that it’s true-
How you think that I’d want anyone else; when all I want is you.


Poem Details | by Andrea Rose |
Categories: america, beach, beautiful, beauty, blue, city, earth, environment, feelings, fishing, freedom, fun, happy, how i feel, july, june, life, love, muse, ocean, peace, places, summer, sun, travel, uplifting, wind, world,

Home is Where the Ocean Is

Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.


Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.


Poem Details | by Rhoda Monihan |
Categories: business, care, character, courage, discrimination, emotions, freedom, friendship, future, happiness, heart, hero, history, hope, identity, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, leadership, life, light, lonely, love, meaningful, muse, passion, peace, people, philosophy, political, psychological, remember, remembrance day, rights, self, senses, strength, truth, veterans day, voice, war, work, world war ii,

May Life Bless You

May life bless you with real freedom, 
Keep enjoyment as your place, 
May you find your own confidence, 
From your education and your space;
May you entertain discernment,
Whilst fulfilling your desires,
And may platitude be rescinded, 
By real love in your eyes.

May life be all it can be, 
May your realities come from your dreams, 
May your work become your eulogy, 
And may your identity give your memes

May you receive more than you give, 
And see reason when there's none,
May your friends light your inside,   
May you give hope to those with one;
May you save the exploited from oppression,
By making despair to you most personal,
And may equality be the standard,
For your repudiation of its dismissal.

May life be all it can be, 
May your realities come from your dreams, 
May your work become your eulogy, 
And may your identity give your memes

May you always uphold justice, 
Even in dark and uncertain times,
When faced with honest requests, 
And its unsettled times sometimes; 
May you do what’s right no problem, 
Not questioning the strain, 
Nor grumbling about the consequences, 
Of morality’s devoted love train

May life be all it can be, 
May your realities come from your dreams, 
May your work become your eulogy, 
And may your identity give your memes

May your diamond be stalwart honour,
For war heroes old and injured,
Tormented by battlefields and sights,
Of the mangled and beleaguered; 
May you testify to fact and truth, 
And publish what you know;
And may reason be your sociology, 
To dictatorial governments overthrow

May life be all...

May you respect others in esteem, 
For kindness and achievement,
May you follow those you understand, 
As beautiful in accomplishment;
May you undertake endeavours, 
Which ramify the other unstudied, 
By embracing love and laughter, 
As whispers of grace embodied

May life be all..

May you always say what’s inside,
Whilst giving other people a chance,
Trusting them with your memories, 
That history upon which you cannot glance; 
May you always speak your mind, 
To make rationality your guide, 
And in dignity confide and correct, 
To let the delinquent within you abide

May life be all..

May your philosophies be trophied,
As a garland by the lonely,
And may your way be warmly accepted, 
Without negotiation or apology;
May righteousness be your hallmark,
And caring thought your attribution, 
And may you prevail generally as a good person, 
Bringing light where there’s intrusion