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Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: appreciation, art, inspirational, introspection, love, motivation, music,

Try

Try to live
Try to feel pain with no tears
Try to remember years past and often lost
Try, oh try to know life need not be cold as frost

Ear not the words of those proclaiming silence
Listen to the rhythmic melody; give voice to a new start
The world will follow when you sing from your heart
Believing in things that some may only try

Try, to see, the truth is musical to you and all of thee
Telling histories with music, as soothing as can be
When you sing, and when you inspire our romance
Ones on crutches, they too shall rise and dance

Try, I beg
To see as eye
Even the ear is lost in the sky
Purest of hearts, they never die

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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 Silent One |
Categories: love, Lullaby,

Music to my ears

When life is like an evanescent dewdrop, spirits fade like ashes in a cimmerian shade but then you smile, enlightening like a crescent moon, sparkling in silent serenity. My heart floats like a sussuration of butterflies, soaring toward an empyrean paradise of petals yearning to stay for eternity then you speak, serenading like a harmonic orchestra of angels, suddenly I feel like a blissful bard, strumming strings of a heavenly harp. My radiant beloved, my soul glitters for you, like a million devoted stars, sparkling in twilight aurora. Your voice is my sweetest abode, a soothing sanctuary, cleansing my sins, healing like fragrant Jasmine, dulcifying my heart, Upon my final swan song sonnet, do not shed a tear, for our love is timeless. Sing me one last lover's lullaby, even in death, your voice will be music to my ears.
Silent One 10 February 2019


Poem Details | by Pailey Gordon |
Categories: 9th grade, love, nature,

The Music of the Wind

Helicopter seeds
from my maple tree
drift down,
swaying
back 
and 
forth
from the strong branches above.
They all fall around me,
I am encapsulated by the swirling seedlings.
Snug within their warmth,
the wind sends me on my feet.
Dancing with the music of the air 
that is rushing through my hair, 
I inhale the sweet, mellow essence of what life has granted me
Then I exhale the words,
"I am thankful for this life and the road, no matter how rocky, has served its purpose".
As I leave this place,
I hum the tune of the masterpiece conducted by the wind
that rustled in this tree.

~5/28/18~


Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: beauty, emotions, feelings, imagery, love hurts, music, passion,

Callused Fingers

Callused fingers press vibrating strings
drawing passion from a violin.
And with burnished wood snug to his cheek
the violinist plays from its heart.

Subtle vibes saturate my being
as crying strings elicit feelings.
And expounding on love’s betrayal
music stirs the imagination.

His bow hangs like a lingering kiss
savoring the taste of ecstasy.
And then with tears trickling down his cheek
he unleashes unbridled fervor.

Experiencing pangs of rapture
sound slips the bonds of reality.
And as each note penetrates my heart
it ignites flames of fire and passion.


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: lost love, love, me, music, old,

Sweet Ghost Valentine

An old house I am led to -it is the symbol of Memories in cobwebs - like those of old lost love. A storehouse for so many things buried in my mind. I open up its creaking door to see what I might find. Lovely notes of music come wafting down its stairs So poignant is its melody that my poor heart tears. It brings to me the image of one afternoon When I walked with someone in summer by the dune. I listen to the tickling of the ivory Picturing two people splashing each other by the sea. The music now is drifting to me soft and low. I see the setting sunWe’re bathed in crimson glow. Beautifully and slowly the notes keep being played. In the arms of my old love rhythmically I’m swayed. The keys of the piano now are pounding fast. In the moonlight he and I are making love at last. Finally the keys are played as if they were caressed. And a bitter sweetness swells within my breast. Slowly creeping up the stairs I go to learn the truth. Who has played this long-time buried memory of youth? On the old piano’s bench, I see an imprint lies, And I think I can hear my phantom lover’s sighs. Sweet ghost valentine, will you please return And play again that melody of love for which I yearn? For the Sweet Valentine Poetry Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: love, music, tribute,

Hey Jude - Dedicated to Winged Warrior

Hey Jude, love is like a butterfly - just let it be. You've got a ticket to ride, go where you should be. Love is a revolution it shall set you free. Don't live a life of sorrow like Eleanor Rigby. You've got a ticket to ride, go where you should be. From Penny lane to Abbey road, you'll find the way. Don't live a life of sorrow like Eleanor Rigby. Don't be a nowhere man, forget about yesterday. From Penny lane to Abbey road, you'll find the way. Become a pilgrim of the long and winding road. Don't be a nowhere man, forget about yesterday. In a Norwegian wood, you'll find the secret code. Become a pilgrim of the long and winding road, but don't get lost in strawberry fields forever. In a Norwegian wood, you'll find the secret code. All you need is love, so trust the path you endeavour. But don't get lost in strawberry fields forever, I always get by with a little help from my friends. All you need is love, so trust the path you endeavour, in my life, I've seen heartache, but it always ends. I always get by with a little help from my friends. A day in the life of a broken soul, is full of fear. In my life, I've seen heartache, but it always ends. Sometimes whilst my guitar gently weeps, I shed a tear. A day in the life of a broken soul, is full of fear. After a hard days night the mind seems to go astray. Sometimes whilst my guitar gently weeps, I shed a tear. Yet I don't believe you've got to hide your love away. After a hard days night the mind seems to go astray Sometimes its difficult and you can't buy me love. Yet I don't believe you've got to hide your love away. In the end I feel fine, when healed from powers above. Sometimes its difficult and you can't buy me love. I'm saving all my loving for her eight days a week! In the end I feel fine, when healed from powers above. When soulmates come together, passions reach their peak. I'm saving all my loving for her eight days a week! You'll know when she loves you - you'll want to twist and shout! When soulmates come together, passions reach their peak. You'll see something in the way she moves, there's no doubt. You'll know when she loves you - you'll want to twist and shout! One glance and you'll be singing I wanna hold your hand. You'll see something in the way she moves, there's no doubt. Help the caterpillar to leave its cocoon- just as planned. One glance and you'll be singing I wanna hold your hand. Love is a revolution it shall set you free Help the caterpillar to leave its cocoon- just as planned. Hey Jude, love is like a butterfly - just let it be The Silent One 29 October 2017
A pantoum containing 29 titles from songs produced by the Beatles. Hey Jude (1968) Let It Be (1970) Ticket to Ride (1965) Revolution (1968 Eleanor Rigby (1966) Penny Lane (1967) Abbey Road (1969) Yesterday (1965) Nowhere man (1965) The long and winding road Norwegian Wood (1965) Strawberry Fields Forever (1967) All you need is love (1967) With a little help from my friends (1967) In My Life (1965) While My Guitar Gently Weeps (1968) A Day in the Life (1967) A hard days night (1964) You've got to hide your love away (1965) Can't buy me love (1964) I Feel Fine (1964) All my loving (1963) Eight days a week (1964) Come together (1969) Twist and shout (1963) She Loves You (1963) Something in the way she moves (1969) I Want to Hold Your Hand (1963) Help! (1965)


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: analogy, love, music, romantic love, soulmate,

Melodies of the heart

In a black and white world, feathered fingertips caress ebony and ivory keys - melodically forming a myriad of vibrant and vivid hues, diversifying dulcet emotive reflections. In a world of spoken falsehood, expressions that cannot be spoken, aid each truthful touch to narrate speechless secret serenades. For soulmates who choose to listen, minds allure to the grace of mellifluous sentimental symphonies, harmonising hollow hearts through tantric vibrations, gently echoing to soothe sorrowful soundless souls. Rhapsodic pianist strokes satin white skin, tunefully kissing black lustrous lips. Hearts play music secretly establishing spiritual connections. Ivory and ebony rectangles dance in eternal kindred devotion, igniting spirits to whirl to the rhythm of sensual sensations. Last note leads to another healed composition as departing flames of passion illuminate lovers paths. A blank page appears at the end of the song sheet. Tired pianist fingers rest as the mind is absent of lyrics, paralysed to play a melody for its own suppressed heart. Lost, pondering mute tears which fail to cleanse its soul., The Silent One 9 January 2018


Poem Details | by Bernard Colasurdo |
Categories: dance, love, music, relationship, romance,

We Danced Through Life


We danced amongst the stars that night
when joy had fallen far from sight 

We danced under the sun so bright
And when all seemed lost, we held on tight

We danced to the music of hummingbirds
And we danced in the silence when there were no words.

We danced in the shadows of fear and doubt
And we danced when we questioned what life’s about

We danced amongst the evergreens
That posed for painters winter scenes.

We danced in the winters bitter chill
And when we danced our world stood still.

For that’s what love was meant to be
To find the dance when we cannot see.

To write a new song when the music stops
With lyrics that caress every tear that drops.

For when the rhythm changes and tempo slowed
We’re called to dance with the seeds we sowed.

For life is hard, there is no doubt
But Dancing through it, is what life’s about.


Poem Details | by Lu Loo |
Categories: love, music,

Black and White

United Colours: Black and White Sponsor: Silent One Your tune sweeps me so high and free but then I hear B sharp with tears and in sweet trance I swoon in dance with your souls notes while your voice floats on the soft strings as a bird sings you still move me with black and white grand keys ***I used picture number one for this poem*** ~Date Written: March 6, 2016~


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: appreciation, beautiful, life, love, music, romance, song,

We Found Paradise, Its Valleys Wide And Soft Green

We Found Paradise, Its Valleys Wide And Soft Green

When your heart sang to this downtrodden and lost man
singing birds stopped singing to hear that melody;
I was broken, walking through life without a plan
if sorrows were a joke, I was their parody.
Your kiss, healed aching pains, misery's deepest pits
before, living was raging hell, a sad lost cause,
blows falling, longer they came, harder their swift hits
life had been torment, day and night without a pause.

My darling, your gentle touch cast darkness away
dawn's sweet songs began to enter this renewed heart
each singing note, romantic blessing sent my way
we had love and life, beauty at each magic start.
Each moment a dance, a waltz that was heaven sent
I joyous prisoner of my Amazon queen;
all my mistakes, this soul did so gladly repent
we found paradise, its valleys wide and soft green.

No bars needed, love cast its beloved spell
each night this appreciative heart sang anew,
you are the rarest pearl, I your protective shell
with you by my side, gifting bliss long overdue.
In dreams, we see our future, its wondrous treasures
dance floors of solid gold, you the belle of the ball
my fantasy queen giving love's joyous pleasures
of my life before you, I now have no recall.

7-04-2018
Rhyme

Written for Teppo Gren's -- Evergreens # 4 Cilla Black Poetry Contest
Inspired by all three wonderful songs...



Poem Details | by Maria Williams |
Categories: dance, death, emotions, environment, inspirational, love, music,

The Sequel - Dance to Love - Part 2

I awake to the beautiful plaintive strains Of a violin - then realize it’s just in my head Just a dream - a shame to find I’m in the hospital - same room - same bed The monotonous ticking of the clock on the wall Time, an indefinite progress of my existence Time for my pills, time to call the nurse Time not on my side, breaking down my resistance After lunch a quick nap Then the visiting hour I dread most of all Seeing pity in their eyes, they wish me back To what I was before my withdrawal The world of music - my life - my love The fame and fortune that once was mine Exhilarating - Intoxicating, a wife at my side With children sharing the Glory Divine I lived it - I breathed it Plucked at its very soul The core of its existence in my hands Like a faithful servant it played its role I look at the painting on the wall A feeling of Déjà vu enters it seems I’ve seen this glade of lush green plants And these sparkling bubbling streams I remember drawing back watching afar An Angel who danced in its midst Who danced with wild abandon Her hair that the sun had kissed I remember wishing I could dance with her With this Angel from above A hundred birds would sing out loud To watch us Dance to Love But it’s just a painting - There’s no girl there And I’m just a sick old man Wallowing in my grief and sadness Existing however best I can What’s this I’m suddenly in the glade? A young strong man once more She has come for me, my Angel love I leap - I twirl - I soar The world I’ve left behind Unshackled my attachments of A hundred birds do sing out loud To watch us Dance to Love We dance with wild abandon We dance without a care With sun kissed skin our arms entwined Wild flowers in our hair
Footnote: We do not know for sure if my Father – who was a great violinist and classical musician, had imagined this story when he was a young man, when he chanced on a young girl dancing in the gladeIt’s a story he told us many times and we loved to believe it. I like to imagine a fitting finale to the first story, when his time came and have pictured it in this poem. This story begins in my Poem arrangement 'Dance to Love - Part 1'


Poem Details | by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: devotion, happiness, life, love, music, longing, love, me,

Fragrant Love

My Beloved,
      
If the Mediterranean waves, could carry me to your arms,
I'd wake up, to your whispers,enchanted by your charms.
If the Wafting Wind could breeze me to the your bed, 
Our longing lips would kiss and hiss,In hungry emotions wed.
If this love i feel, could linger in your Heart,If we could live
our dulcet dreams,escape from fantasies,and never be apart.
If "I "could be with "You",and "You" could be with" Me"
We'd watch the the Stars at night twinkling tranquility,
Sparkling in secret splendor,shining Our blissful destiny.
If we could be together,till the day,"Forever",I'd hold on 
to your hand,be your sufficient other,the  dedicated lover 
and  even your bestfriend.I'd be your daily listener,your passion,
your romance,I'd love you to infinity,till the Universal ends.
If We could lie  together on Gossamer  mattressed lands,
on threaded  silken sheets made by cobwebs' perfect hands,
If We could walk,laugh and embrace on gold warm Honeyed Sands.
If we could hear the sweetest sound of shells and pebbles play,
If I could call your name and hear your husky voice in answer
everday,If I could turn around to find you,looking my way,
If I could be with you,and live "the promise" of today,
Tomorrow I'd still be there,a Lavender in your grey.




"Not for the contest,but tnks Andrea..for your inspiration, with your contest blog"

Words used-(Fragrant,Wafting,dulcet,Splendor,Gossamer.tranquility,Blissful from bliss,lavender)
                                                                       

   Charma


Poem Details | by Vince Suzadail Jr. |
Categories: music, nostalgia, song-me, heart, heart, love, me, time,

Music Take Me Back

When I'm blue and need something to make me smile
I can turn on my forty fives and listen for a while
Jimmy Gilmer sang about a Sugar Shack
Holding hands, walking down that railroad track
Then I let the music take me back.

Take me back to a time when love was new
Take me back to a time when skies were blue
When we could catch that falling star
Make love in the back seat of my car
Music, oh sweet music, take me back

Doo-wop memories touched my soul
Mixed with the early days of rock and roll
I close my eyes and through the haze
I see sunshine and better days
Music take me back to those times again.

There was Bandstand on TV in black and white
Radio on 'til you fell asleep at night
There were dances at the school
And swimming in the community pool
Music take me back, let me remember when.

Did we believe those days would forever last
Were things so much better in the past
I dream of days when a movie
Meant kissing in the balcony
Music take me back, let my heart roam.

It seems like a thousand years ago
We found true love and watched it grow
I know this is where my heart belongs
When I listen to those songs
Music take me back, please take me home.


Poem Details | by Dr. Upma A. Sharma |
Categories: first love, music,

Let the music play on

Let the music play on





My heart beats
and passion springs,
As my fingers vibrate
the subtle violin strings,

Soft notes float
in the air to enchant,
Cheeks bear a red glow 
as palpitations enhance,

Anticipating a meet
with sweetheart there on,
Rhythmic waves I create,
Let the music play on !!




Written January 1st, 2014
For contest "Let the music play on" by Mystic Rose

Got N/A in contest, was sure of getting amongst top ten, 
Now for contest " Screwed II " by rob carmack

Awarded 4th place


Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: angel, emotions, faith, love, magic, music, ocean,

Misted moonlight

Into the twilight of night falling bewildered reflections 
blowing within clouds form a grey question turning tides 
passing winds whisper voices of one's soul form mirrored images 

Whispering currents speak through the oceans wave bellow 
faraway destiny cries with the seagulls echo through time 
The caves unwrap lustre held between shells singing melodies 

Footprints will remain always salted love verses hate struggles 
each takes a step forward silently the bells chime midnight 
under a chandelier of roses forever dances within misted moonlight 


Poem Details | by Star Light |
Categories: inspirational, love, dance, me, music, dance, love, me, music,

Shall we Dance---Everlasting dance together

As he came...
Bent down towards me
He took me by the hand...
Led me out to the dance floor..
As the music played...
he held me close
his heart beating next to mine
warmth surounded us...
soft..melodies played
I said..I am scared
For I never done this before...
He said.no worrys..
I am here..my dear
then he whispered into my ear
Singing melodies of lyrics of song
As the music played
We swayed to the music
as held me close unto him...
his strong arms held me tight
dancing on through the night..
gentle as he..guided me
across the dance floor...
Sweeetness music played
More Beautiful then ever before...
Precious moments...

Then I woke up...
Twas just a dream
of many dreams..
But then again
was it???

Tis be soon...
As time shall be...
When moment comes
I shall dance the dance..
as He guides me 
Across the sky
Then between the stars...
To the other side.
Beyond..Glorious Love Eternity..
Sweeet Divine Precious moments..
Shall forever be...
Music Plays.Melodies unto our King
Harmony of all souls
Whom belong to Him
Come..to Jesus
Lets Dance the Dance of Glorious Love Together...
Sweeetness of the Souls..


Poem Details | by Angeline Haikutwinkle |
Categories: beautiful, love, music,

Circle of Gold

A sweet deep voice resonates across the empty air landing affection
Caresses the chin forming shapes off ladybugs melodies glide and swirl 
Guiding soul heart ablaze inside each melody note I hide love supreme
Released in cosmic fireworks in the air we share mystical pearl juice honey

Under the cascading gems of bright colors we lay gasping excited
Through the smoky mist fingers touch I feel a burning heart flowing wild
One with your electric current smoldering glazed with a little nibble
Enameled glowing gems embraced in the deepest slumber awakens you

Entering a world stone buildings either sides magically birds chirping
Whistling joyous tunes walking a cobbled path to one beautiful maiden 
Who turns a handle on the music box enchanting sweetest songbirds air
As she opens her mouth out comes the voice of an angel calling enchants

Dancing in the heavens of ones mind these eyes are lead astray catching fuel
First glance a shooting star joining hands together electrifying crown
On parallel world we turn the handle as this sparkle begins floating 
Inside space fuming embers of magic dust blew open crystal portal

Star spangling dewdrops deeply spinning blindly knocked off ones feet in one glance 
Sharing our vision a bell strikes raindrops in midnight dreams glass slipper falls
Falling all over you lost in regal aura kissed in amazing grace 
Spectrum apex walking up steps temple of sacrifice circling moon dog


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This is an unrhymed quatrain of 18 syllablesThe poem style is called 'Circle of Gold' which denotes the total of 360 syllables count from all 20 lines.

A collaborated poem with Liam McDaid.
Poem style invented by Liam McDaid
I was inspired by this music video "Flamme à lunettes" and Liam kindly accepted to collaborate on this.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ej6gP7snEko 


Poem Details | by Jerry Golden |
Categories: life, love, music, mystery, passion, people, son, song-lyric

A Lover's entrée to March

How far can you fall and get back up 
How high can you jump
And keep your feet in the sand 

To touch grace and fall from within
Next to you I was out of my skin
I missed you yesterday and you leave tomorrow

A life spent in the shadows of lushly tint 
Smoke your waves 
Exhale the freshness of your menthol scent 
Home is what you call shelters that need no defense 

I’ll send 
You’ll say goodbye
I’ll send again
You won’t reply

If love 
Is the appreciation of another’s existence
Then goodbye
Is the anticipation of seeing you again

You and I, we’ll cruise the shores
Together we’ll settle with the wind 
The joy of a small hut, a lovers den

You’ll send
I’ll wonder why
You’ll send again
I will not reply 

"our songs for sale"


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: love, love hurts, music,

Pantoum of the Opera

Go now heartless one, its a time to say goodbye. Together we danced to the music of the night, but now the sound of music brings tears to the eye. I could have danced all night, forever held you tight. Together we danced to the music of the night. I dreamed a dream where you said to my heart "I do." I could have danced all night, forever held you tight. Now any dream will do that does not include you. I dreamed a dream where you said to my heart "I do," You said: "Its an impossible dream, forget those." Now any dream will do that does not include you. In time, each memory dies like a wilted rose. You said: "Its an impossible dream, forget those." Said: "If ever I would leave you, not to be sad." In time, each memory dies like a wilted rose, as seasons of love balance between good and bad. Said: "If ever I would leave you, not to be sad; your soul was born defying gravity - be strong." As seasons of love balance between good and bad, my heart believes somewhere someone sings my soul's song. Your soul was born defying gravity - be strong, but now the sound of music brings tears to the eye. My heart believes somewhere someone sings my soul's song. Go now heartless one, its a time to say goodbye.
Silent One 9 October 2017 A pantoum poem, consisting of 12 syllables per line. The poem has 12 titles taken from Opera and musicals. A time to say goodbye by Andrea Bocelli and Sarah Brightman Music of the night from Phantom of the opera The sound of music from the sound of music I could have danced all night from My fair lady I dreamed a dream from Les Miserables Any dream will do from Jason and the amazing technicolor dream coat The Impossible dream from Man Of La Mancha Memory from CATS If ever I would leave you from Camelot Seasons of love from Rent Defying gravity from Wicked Somewhere from West Side Story


Poem Details | by Laura Mckenzie |
Categories: devotion, love

The music of our love

When we meet our hearts connect
as though we were cords on a violin 
A shapely instrument of beauty and grace 
When aged the sounds are clearer and more of value 
Equally refined and spiritually aligned

We sing of life and commitment 
And a trust that bonds 
We stretch as the strings and bend to fit each other’s needs 
We are linked in body and soul 
We are music, we are whole  


Poem Details | by Anne-Marie Coreggia |
Categories: love, music, race, romantic, sea,

Love me in Black and White

Love me in Black and White musical intro From the keys of your heart a melody rolled back the night illuminated the sky with its symphony of lights and fired new stars in the firmament, each a budding soul, a firework of colors spun within the black and white keys of your heart. lyric /song (0:30 / 2:18) If you find me If you love me I’ll open all the doors to that secret place where time and space lie all snuggled up in place into love’s embrace and eternity’s grace just love me (x) in black and white (x) and all the grey of my heart will soon disappear for your sea-foam brush will spray clots of colors in fertile soil just find me (x) and love me (x) black or white and a burst of moonbeam will unfurl its loving sails and my pain will drop right back into the sea of moonless dreams. back to musical intro (1:52)


Poem Details | by White Wolf |
Categories: angel, love, music,

Angels and Lyres:

Angels and lyres have me spellbound, Is this the garden of Eden that I've found? I find myself floating in a musical stream, Filled with nine angels weaving this dream. Their music filling me with such delight, This spectrum of colours as I take flight, Archangel above on white feathered wing, Playing his lyre that makes my heart sing. Taking turns in their mastery of melodies, Captured I am in an ecstatic warm breeze, I have fallen in love for the very first time, To the sound of love, I have tasted its wine. Forbid me not of this tantalizing lost song, For my heart doth ache for it so very long, Keep me forever in these clouds high above, And teach me the songs you play of love. Angels and lyres are nestled closer to me, Closer than I ever dreamt they could be, Please keep me here with you for all eternity, Angels and lyres are all I wish to forever see.
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Poem Details | by Shahana Jackson |
Categories: daughter, education, family, children, funny, history, lost love, music, me, love, me,

Victim

I never wanted it to be this way, I never wanted to feel the painBruises all over me
Invisible but I can see them.

You hurt me everywhereMy heart is shattered and the blood has frozenBut I won't be 
your victim.

Stare at me like this all you wantTry and hurt me with your words just as long as you 
don't use fists.

I don't ever want to be your victimI refuse to be one of those few girls who end up 
losing their whole world.

Love isn't supposed to hurt, but maybe I was just naive because the moment I loved you my 
heart never stopped bleeding

I won't be your victim, I won't run awayIf you have something to say I won't avoid it
I'm not scared I can take whatever you try to throw.

Don't hold back I promise you I will not cryThe moon is shining just like all the 
diamonds that you called pretend love I can't even imagine why I fell so hard.

It's never clear until the glass of water is goneBut now that you've gulped me to the 
last I want you to know I won't be your victim.

I kissed vulnerability goodbye the very last time I cried over you and I won't be your 
victim your not even worth it.

If you feel like you must shove a door in my butt but don't make me afraid because I 
don't want to be I don't want to be your victim

Let go of my hand so I can peacefully drive away if you want me to I can drive over you 
as wellBut don't make it seem like i'm causing you pain because it's obvious to see 
that I've been a victim and it's a shame.

But I don't want to be it anymore then you so just let me go and I won't have to runI 
promised you forever I laugh at this now you were never eternity love in my mind.

 I kept counting until the madness in ourselves would corruptTears flash down my eyes 
as I speed down the lanesTwo bottles of Gin and I think i'm going insane.

It wasn't until I crashed into a tree that I realized I was never your victim I was 
merely your suicide mission


Poem Details | by Pandita Sanchez |
Categories: beautiful, love, music, romantic,

Music of Love

Music of Love

On cloudless, starry, starry nights,
you sit on your moonlit patio,
under the cool canopy of Royal Poinciana trees
showing-off their flamboyant scarlet petals.
Cradling your beloved cello between your legs, 
you plunge into a vortex of musical love

Skillfully drawing your bow, you fine-tune her;
testing for perfect fifths, you arouse her
She thrills you with every expert caress 
flowing from your fine, familiar fingertips, 
so intimate, sensitive, and silky soft.

Tenderly titillating her, you bewilder 
even the stars with your playing, 
as the most melodic, harmonious music
breathlessly, seductively emanates from her soul…
more melodiously profound than the sweet,
nocturnal song of an amorous nightingale.

Together you two eviscerate the ills of the day
as you embrace her close to your heart,
plucking and stroking her sonorous strings
An ardent lover, you tantalize her, 
releasing a dulcet, celestial sonata 
that causes even the passing breeze
to shimmer and quiver in jealous ecstasy.

Charmed, captivated, and curious,
as if sipping wine from the Holy Grail,
you thirst and hunger to delve and discover
the essence of her innermost secrets
Lovingly romancing her with every touch,
she senses your love is not fallacious;
for like warm molasses, her music melts…
seeping into your brain, your heart, your very being.

And your soul passionately pulsates with the pure,
rhythmic melody of your cello’s divine voice.



06-17-2018

Contest:     Eight Word Challenge – 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsor:     John Hamilton
Placement:  1st


8 Words:
Fallacious, Eviscerate, Curious, Bewilder, Plunge, Tantalize, Vortex, Scarlet





Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beautiful, feelings, for her, garden, girl, happy, heart, how i feel, joy, kiss, love, music, poetry, relationship, river, romance, romantic, rose, simile, sky, write,

Love in my veins

Your love flows through my veins
like the Nile River flows through
the sands of Eygpt.
Love flows through my veins
like rivers that break off into endless streams
and water the gardens of the green stems
of torn covered rose bushes.

In my veins, you flow, as a sparrow
flies through the blue skies in beauty.
You are the blood that flows through my veins
and later settles deep in my heart
and embraces me with a hug of intimace.

Love flows through my veins
like endless notes played by the sweetest composer
along with his private orchestra playing a lovely melody.
Rivers, streams break off and flow into lakes and oceans,
Like my veins that lead to my heart,
you are always there flowing through my veins.
Your love flows through my veins.


Poem Details | by Mary Oliver Rotman |
Categories: cat, deep, depression, dog, emotions, funny, love, music, sad, son, storm,

Randomlings 1-34


Randomling 1:  Matthew Macfadyen

I believe I'm in love with Matthew Macfadyen
He inspires in me a terribly bad yen
But as poetry goes
His name 'spires woes
Cause nothing rhymes with "Macfadyen”.


Randomling 2: Birthday Wishes
  
For my birthday, I would like a man.
I wonder---can you get one from a can?
Or maybe from a catalog?
Maybe I'll just get a dog.

Randomling 3: Yet Another Cat Poem

Cats:
toddlers in fur
senior citizens with retractable claws
lions in their own minds
lunch in the minds of dogs.

Randomling 4:  Desert Woes

A sage river in a field of sand:
         so flows hope in a barren land;
                   the crippled heart in prosthetic steel,
                             hacked and scarred, a vulture’s meal.

Randomling 5:  Dark Poetry

Follow poetry to its source;
There find heartbreak and remorse.
Follow poetry to the bitter end,
And there find death, its bosom friend.

Randomling 6: Ode to Bananas

Bananas
an underappreciated fruit
sentenced to banananality
because yellow is their long suit.


Randomling 7: Untitled  

Sorry,
this heart is closed to deposits.
There's no more room for pain.

Randomling 8: Untitled

My heart is sealed in a cold steel vault,
and I’ve lost the combination.

Randomling 9: Joyce Kilmer 2015

I think that I shall never see
A man as useful as a tree.
One has uses by the score;
The other one is apt to snore.

Randomling 10:  Bedtime Prayers

Now I lay me down to sleep,
A leaden heart is mine to keep.
If I should die before I wake--
Now there’s an offer I’d gladly take  

Randomling 11:  The Devil Wind

Tornadoes
Fury with a smoky tail
Eddies of destruction
Deceitful beauty, enchanting danger
Death sporting a makeover
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DON'T READ #12 IF YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR ME TALK TO MY SON ABOUT CERTAIN ASPECTS OF THE BIRDS AND BEES_________________________ 



Randomling 12:  A Boy's Best Friend

Your penis—it is not a toy
I told my little son.
O yes it is, he parried me
It's quite my favorite one.

Randomling 13:  Fault Lines

I have a bathroom mirror
that's grown faulty over time.
My reflection is no longer true;
it's developed little lines!

Randomling 14:  Shakespeare 101		

“To be or not to beThat is the question.”
--What question?
THE question!
--Whaddya mean, THE question?
Never mind.																		

Randomling 15: Christmas?

Peace on earth to men of good credit
Who give the gift of corporate profit
in the holy name of commercialism.

Randomling 16:  Musical Believer

Though my conscience sleeps,
wrapped in the Valium of
agnosticism, it awakens to 
the music of Mozart--
once more knowing God
by the sound of His voice.

Randomling 17: Vacuum

I didn't write a poem when you died.
The words would not come.
Perhaps I felt too deeply,
perhaps not enough;
or
maybe I died too  10/06/01

Randomling 18: Insanity

Insanity is underrated
Its drawbacks,much overstated.
How else to do what you darn well please
And accomplish it with so much ease?

Randomling 19: Dog Day Afternoon

WATER! BALL! CHASE!
salt, waves, undertow
I don't know what's going
on here, but I'm HAPPY!

Randomling 20: Opposites Attract

i am matter---love, antimatter
never to meet save to explode
i am space, love is time
parallel dimensions never to meet

Randomling 21: Puppy Love

I ride a leaky newspaper raft
Adrift on the linoleum
Anxiously awaiting an
An attack of smelly
squirming happiness
covered in fuzz:
Puppy love.

Randomling 22: Newton's Poultice

Apple falls from tree
Newton (ouch!) takes notice
Comes up with law of gravity
while wearing a poultice
on the solstice

Randomling 23: Ticking

And the clock on the wall kept on ticking
while my life fell apart all around me.
Sweet memories faded to shadow
as my heart fell to pieces inside me.
And the clock on the wall kept on ticking
Relentlessly ticking, ticking
While my life fell apart all around me.

Randomling 24: Untitled

eternity
a mosaic assembled from
shimmering, glimmering
tiles of delight and
black-glazed stones of despair
interlocking snowflakes
in seamless beauty

Randomling 25: Seasonal Lament
Daylight shrinks end at both end as summer falls into the arm of winter arm
Randomling 26: Untitled
I didn't want to love you.
Randomling 27: Pills Depression is days and nights curled fetal-like in a dark room, no interest in the world outside, idly wondering if there are enough pills in the bottle to kill you, then thinking it's not worth the effort to find out because you're dead inside already. Randomling 28: Guilt By Association Fresh morning light frames the cat, surrounded by piles of dirt and deceased plants, looking innocent. Randomling 29: Bell the Cat How do you give a cat a bath? Maybe you can do the math. All I know is she stinks to high heaven. And of us there are only seven. How many humans to bathe a cat? Definitely more than where we're at! Randomling 30: Muse
I want to write a poem using the word gossamer. “Gossamer.”
Randomling 31: Ripples
Canoes rock gently under the waxing moon. Black water ripples, painting a beautiful scene under the scented pines.
Randomling 32: Sunshine Waterfall I cleanse my face in a sunshine waterfall, luxuriate in a sunshine shower. Waterfall flow and warm me; sprinkle lemon drops through my hair. Randomling 33: Salon Treatment Hurricanes scour everything they touch, then rinse and blow dry. Randomling 34: My Window Blue sky pokes its face through the canopy of trees. Heat wave is over!


Poem Details | by Deneshia Bryant |
Categories: love, music, song-teen, sad, me, sad love, love, me, sad,

Never Thought I'd Fall In Love (With My Best Friend)

(Chorus): Never thought I’d fall in love with my best friend
Sit on the phone and talk for hours about anything
He knew everything about me
He was there through my ups and downs
But I found out he fooled around
I’d never thought I’d fall in love with my best friend

(Verse 1): Its sad how things change
Seems like I want to put things back in reverse
Now that I see I feel my love life is a curse
So many times he say he’d stick by my side
There wasn’t anything I never had to hide
I never thought I’d find myself in love with you
Now what am I going to do 

(Bridge): I go back and look at the relationship
you left me over someone you never met
tell me how did you fall in love over the internet
Why did you do this to me
Boy it cost so much stress
My heart is broken and I’m in so much mess
Never thought I’d fall in love with my best friend 

(Chorus): Never thought I’d fall in love with my best friend
Sit on the phone and talk for hours about anything
He knew everything about me
He was there through my ups and downs
But I found out he fooled around
I’d never thought I’d fall in love with my best friend

(Verse 2-Rap): Its crazy how you say its not me, its you so please don’t take it the 
wrong way
Then, I sit and I wonder how in the world you can say this to me
Now wondering, asking myself how can I make you stay
When you was leaving me for this other chick
Now you don’t even want to pick up the phone 
Boy I know you at, I’m here all alone
So you sit there and ignore me baby
I thought I was supposed to be your one and only lady
Now I have to sit here and pretend like nothing ever happened
Tell me how am I supposed to deal with this boo
Im so in love with you
you left me for who?
The answer just hurt me so bad
Now we doing another sad love song
How are you to tell me who was wrong or right
These words I write are quite contrite
But since Im not the jealous type
I’ll let it fly
Its sad how you did me baby boy


Poem Details | by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: child, happy, love, music, peace, sweet,

Sweet Music

                                  He sits
                          Softly Humming 
                 And seems to have no cares,
               Playing peacefully with his toys
                               For hours.

                                He sings
         Words that seem to stem from his heart.
                 Words that have no meaning,
                         Yet sweet they be;
                                  To me.


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
2011


Poem Details | by humble b |
Categories: angel, baby, baptism, beach, birthday, boyfriend, caregiving, child, christian, christmas, courage, dad, dance, dedication, faith, family, friendship, happiness, happy, hope, inspirational, introspection, life, love, miracle, peace, people, prayer, recovery from..., religion, religious, romance, social, spiritual, stress, uplifting,

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night