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

Sweet 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


Poem Details | by Anna-Marie Docherty |
Categories: confusion, devotion, life, lost love, mystery, nostalgia, passion, uplifting, me,

Umbrella

There she stands 
Centre stage for all to see
Tall and slender 
Precariously she balances.

I reach out for her
Draw her to me 
My hand skims her body 
Slowly reaching her skirt.

Playful fingers find hidden areas
Delighted her legs spring forth
Displaying the very beauty
Of her delicately adorned skirt.

Gaily she dances around
Dizzily twisting and turning
In the brightness of day shading
She gently tends to my needs.

Personal ballerina takes to toes leaping
Merrily bobbing up and down
As emotional to her performance
Clouds cry a thousand tears for her.

Reaching our destination
Slightly shaken, she leans
Watches me quietly drips
Against the wall.

Reminiscent of the day's fulfillment
We acknowledge one another silently
Restful knowing we shall be
One once more.


Poem Details | by Maria Williams |
Categories: love, mystery, romance, woman,

This Thing called Love - with Winged Warrior

Apprehensively I tramp with my lamp - through a path shrouded in gloom Silvery shafts of light entwine and fight through foliage as they creep Gnarled branches twist as I resist their sinister outstretched grabbing reach With a hushed bated breath I move in stealth - to allow the restless spirits sleep I have heard and have feared the ancient Mystical stories that are told Of a fabled cave of age where these immortal spirits abide A sacred and elated reverie this questing soul with them seeks To allow ‘The Oracles’ now - to show where my elusive love hides I have heard it expressed in a blessed rapturous appellation This glowing love from above that eludes this restless yearning child A bliss infused kiss that Celestial Beings have been heard to applaud A connection of perfection that would make Heaven look down and smile In my quest to find the nest of undying unconditional love I search alone to find my throne in the mighty caverns of the sphere May the spirits guide until I find my bride in barren breaths of cold And now I see in this mystic cavity an apparition does appear In a gentle voice I do rejoice and hold captive in their chambers My son are you the one seeking lasting love in our golden grotto I say yes and will you bless my jaded journey thus far I have made We’re beings of infinity descending divinity as above so below I fall to my knees as they say with ease - Feel the vibes of the stone Before you embark look within your heart - Love explodes there and beyond I shed a tear with a cavernous cheer and find where I have failed My soul anew now I'm due for my love to be Spiritually spawned
Acknowledgement from Maria (Down Under) - To my very dear friend and Poet Extraordinaire`-The illustrious (((Winged Warrior)), for producing this collaboration together with meIt is no surprise at the effortless speed of this production - virtually overnight (because of the time difference), and then another night with the sprucing upIt was good fun and we must do it again WW POTD 19 September 2017 Music by Yakuro – ‘Through The Galaxy’ - Published on Mar 22, 2016 Copyright – Maria Williams and Winged Warrior – September 2017


Poem Details | by Nina Parmenter |
Categories: beautiful, child, love, mother, my child, mystery, parents,

Mysterious Child

Entirely made of us, yet somehow not
a part of us, how can you even be?
Why can’t we feel your thoughts and dreams, and what
are you if you are neither him nor me?
Though severed from you, somehow we feel tied
to you, as if they’d never cut the cord,
We started you, you grew and kicked inside
my body, and besotted, we have poured
all hope into those perfect, tiny hands,
For reasons only love can ever say...
Yet loving you won’t help us understand
your world; you are a universe away.
You’re so much more than we can know or see...
You’re perfect sense, yet total mystery.


24 September 2018
For Beautiful Mystery Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton 




Poem Details | by humble b |
Categories: adventure, confusion, dream, fantasy, friendship, happiness, hope, husband, imagination, life, lonely, lost love, love, mystery, nature, passion, people, relationship, romance, romantic, sad, social, song-urban, wife, woman, women,

Secretly Obsessed

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....






Poem Details | by Ravindra K Kapoor |
Categories: life, love, mystery, beauty, beauty, moon, moving on, silver,

Pleasures of Moving on Moon

Pleasures of Moving on Moon


You have always charmed us by your beauty, O Moon,
Sometimes fascinating Heer and Ranjha*, and sometimes,
Mesmerizing Romeo and Juliet.

Sometimes you have spread your charms, on the monuments of Love, 
Alluring the beauty of Taj*, in the full moon light of Purnamasi*
O, Moon how many faces of Love and Beauty you have,
When you stroll silently on a snow covered maintain,
The beauty and your grandeur becomes envy for the heaven.

For Poets and Writers you have immense stories and inspirations,
For Lovers you are more precious than gold and diamond,
For singers you are like the soul of their songs,
For Boatman’s, you are their sole companion of their silence and turbulence.

While watching you so intensely from earth,
I felt, as if I was wondering on the silver surface of you O, Moon,
Moving and feeling, no gush of wind,
No moisture of Rains and dryness of Sun,
No falling of leaves, in the season of Autumn,
No bending of rivers, flowing from mountains to oceans
No murmuring of birds while mating and chatting,
No change of seasons to engage my mind and heart,
Still I was fascinating to move on the silver surface of you, O Moon.

Walking on your surface was a strange experience for me O, dear Moon,
As I was trying to feel the unique pleasures of earth, 
While moving on your silvr surface, O Moon.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 22nd November 2010
Soon I will post this as My Photo Poem with the Photograph of Moon on my Blog and on face
book, which I took on 22nd Nov2010

•	Heer and RanghaThe Indian Lovers like Romeo and Juliet 
•	Purnamasi     The Day as per Indian calendar, when we can see the full Moon.
•	Taj                 Refers to the world famous Taj Mehal monument of Agra, India.


Poem Details | by cecil hickman |
Categories: history, life, love, mystery, nature, science, space

Half-Lit Moon

Haze up in the heavens encircles this orb.
Half-dark, half-light, shines from above.
Twinkles of light appear to absorb.
Fractions of darkness within lighted glove,

Speaking to lovers held in each other’s arms.
Answering questions of science to some,
Floating around spreading blessed charms,
Listening close at times, hearing a hum.

Lovers for centuries, graciously, captured by,
Sweet serenity and magical mystery,
Others entranced with secrets, which fly.
From words written and spoken in history.

Satellite, orb, lady, they are all the same.
Mythical goddesses, gripped in flame.
These tales have spread so many games.
This object seen most nights has no shame.


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: allegory, angst, confusion, dedication, depression, devotion, fear, life, loss, lost love, mystery, natural disasters, nature, passion, philosophy, sad,

Remnants

Sad Heart, now thou art wither’d from the Sun,
What man, or god, will near thee run?
Wrought in twist like branches in Tempests' gasp,
What Comfort, or Gauze, shall be near to grasp?
True ones begotten are the ones now Rotten
And the ones now Rotten will never be forgotten
They are merely sad remains of assiduous Tears
That have been meddl’d with and tatter’d Raw throughout the years

And thou, cruel Mind, that sat’st still thru toiling trail of Night;
Must dream your broken Dreams; thou’rt a sanely flight!
Can thou extinguish passions of Fire, Disease, or Rain?
—tho thy distinguish’d influence trains to abstain
Thy Remnants brought to debris in thy Empty street,
Devour’d by Vultures, their bestow’d beaks entreat
Merely are they cleaning an inexhaustible Mess
Alas! Leaving thy rudiments of Identity to redress....



Poem Details | by Melissa Schwartz |
Categories: love, mystery, passion,

Sunglass Envy

Siphoned light gropes passengers
Hopeful for luminescent hearts,
Arching underneath bombazine drapes
Dusted with passionate legacies
Of original sin and the primogeniture son,
Wicked for nighttime plots savouring
Spicy love, exponential in a vivid darkness.


Poem Details | by Michael J. Falotico |
Categories: love, mystery, passion, me, image, me,

"Walls Between Passion"

written by Michael & The Mysterious Lady of Soup


                                                 Michael
                            The walls are tall but I know your there.
                          I hear your voice and the thoughs we share.
                                 So close but can't touch your hand,
                 all I could do is spill out my words and let my pencil land.
                                              Lady of Soup
                         I can feel your heartbeat beyond these walls,
                                one tear drop and my pencil falls.
                           The image of you vibrates my desired needs,
                            every thought about you inside me exceeds.
                                                 Michael
                                   I press my palm on the door,
                      just to feel your hand makes me want you more.
                          My chest is beating to your song of desire.
                      To be inside your body and feel your waves of fire.
                                              Lady of Soup
                        I take a deep breath to feel your essence here.
                           In my mind, the image of becomes so clear.
                             I can not calm a single thought about you.
                  I place my hands on my chest in hopes you get through.
                                                 Michael
                        Soon this door will open , and all shall be revealed.
                     So many things to be said, will start with kisses sealed.
                           To see you standing in your beauty and appeal
                              I have to have you as our passion will steal
                                             Lady of  Soup
                      The time has come for us to be in each others arms
                  before you opened the door, you had me with your charms.
               Lets throw these notes away, and feel the desire for each other.
               Lets keep this a secret between us, my dear poet and sexy lover..


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 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 Kenneth Fordham |
Categories: angst, confusion, imagination, lost love, mystery, on writing and words, passion, sad

Come Back To Me

The Ink Bottle sits, alone,
It’s only Companions,
The Feathered Pen,
The Paper Pad.

The Desk, once alive,
The Words,
No longer,
Written.

Love, abandon,
But wanting not,
The Freedom,
It has.

A Wooden Chair, dusty,
Reclines not,
For the Comfort,
Once given.

Time, a mystery gone,
With passing,
Never to be recovered,
Longing.

Days of gloom, waiting,
Shine not, The Light,
The Heart,
Once brightened.

Come back, to Me,
My words, of Joy,
Of Laughter,
Wisdom, once known.


Poem Details | by Sohini Mukherjee |
Categories: death, deep, mystery, , sweet love,

Ashes


Hell's perpetual fires
Burning up my frenzied desires
I'm gurgling up a rebellion
Can you feel it frothing?

You sure have claws
That scratched my skin raw
The blood is everywhere
Do you see it spilling?

I barely recognised your voice 
Cold and harsh like beaten up ice
My ephemeral lovesong was meant to be sung
Can you hear it dying?

Just one more knot
Tied up your body to the cot
I'm pouring the fuel around
Don't you smell it burning?

Goodbye my sweet love
Endure what you deserve
I've been waiting to burn you to ashes
Did you see this coming?



Poem Details | by Veronica Joseph |
Categories: husband, love, mystery, passion

Look at Me

i curl your 
long dark hair in my fingers
at your neck
as I pull you down
I wait to feel the rough end of day
beard
on my face
your eyes close a little then open
to watch me
look at me, I whisper
dont stop
looking at me


Poem Details | by Bette Bavington |
Categories: beach, beauty, blessing, heaven, love, magic, mystery,

They're Lovers

See how the ocean glides back in to kiss the shore?
                                 In my minds eye
                They have met on this sand floor
                             Many times before 
                 With a soft caress on the sly.
See how the ocean glides back in to kiss the shore?
                                    As birds soar
                                           High
                 They have met on this sand floor.
He brings shells and driftwood for her to explore
                         Then leaves being shy.
See how the ocean glides back in to kiss the shore?
                    Could a lover ask for anymore?
                                   She says nigh.
                     They have met on this sand floor
Declaring their love as if no one has done it before
                                 To any passer by.
See how the ocean glides back in to kiss the shore?
                 They have met on this sand floor......





Poem Details | by colin mitchell williams |
Categories: love, mystery, sensual,

Laughing Atmospheres

Laughing Atmospheres




It floats in the morning dew
Settles with diamonds
On cobwebs who
Catch dreams on their threads

The sensual quiet of dawn
Imbues
The grass blades are whispering
To the sifted chanting
Of being One

In a glittering pool
The sea
Dances every possibility
Day bright answers to the
Begun
Shafts brilliance of the sun

Calling loud
With its perpetual anthem
Loud call
To the rest of the world

And here it comes

The daybreaks begin
Leaping from my chest
It seems
Rushing to laughing atmospheres
Peaks
On white bathed angels
Wings expand

Sends me out
Higher than the light
In my eyes

Gathering to the quintessence
Point
The beating monument
Of my heart
Single holds on to intense
Shudders delight
Through every sense

I am soaring skies

I see her eyes

I
Left unbound to the anchoring ground
I
Hear the word
The catapult of love
Universal soundings climax 
Imparts
Beneath the eyes of God
When we both were created
As one

She holds my cheek
And the ghostly press
Of lips meet
I 
Confess my soul
To the indomitable
Flow
Of love

And the orchestral designs of morning
Send this rockets emotive
Burning
Reaching
Powered to pinicles
In a cavalcade chords
Goes racing
Cavorting

Climbing every space
My spirit
Has loosed upon the chase
To its welcome home
For such an exuberant ride
All on its own
Takes it place
At her side

I

It is there
Where I belong
You see
Every atom
And concept of me
Has always been
Since God created us
Both
As one










Poem Details | by Anoucheka Gangabissoon |
Categories: life, longing, love, mystery,

My Secret

I hide in my heart,
A secret as syllabic
As a Shakespearean sonnet;
Yes, if revealed, it would have you
Melting with its sweetness,
Arousing you with its pulsating passions
And causing you to bite your lips for more of it!

I hide in my heart,
A secret as grandiose
As the reason why the Taj Mahal exists,
Yes, visiting it,
You would be overwhelmed by its essence
Wanting to live it too 
Wanting to have, for yourself,
A unique monument erected!

I hide in my heart,
A secret as deep as the depth of the night
When illumined it is,
Only by a sparkling moon
A moon sparkling so bright merely
Because it has closed its eyes
Unable to hold its blushes
As I reveal to it,
My hidden secret, in the form
Of lines and lines of poetic verses!

I hide in my heart,
A secret as moving as an epic love song
A love song which, when played,
Is powerful and rhythmic enough
As to have you cry over it
As it would bring out in you
Those lost emotions which make of you
A human being, kind, humble and compassionate!

I hide in my heart,
A secret,
One so mystical,
That its meaning is found in religion
One so fateful,
That its meaning has been set by the Gods
One so wonderful,
That it shall be captured someday,
In a book titled
The Story of My Life!


Poem Details | by Winged Warrior |
Categories: creation, love, mystery,

Realities Unbound

Realities Unbound Thru realities unbound and transfixed Elders open gates of Temporal Time Layering Multi-Verses intermixed Portals welcoming the new paradigm Angelic voices transport thru the mist Forging fires in dimensional drift Creations of desires that coexist Nebulous clouds of lust squeeze thru the rift Orbs of passion set the pretentious pace Planets of pleasure align with their sun Celestial beings watchers of their space Serving emotions spherically spun Divinities send us back with a shove As we master the mysteries of Love. Sept.15.2018 Beautiful mystery Poetry Sponsored by: John Hamilton Sonnet form onlyTen syllables per line Placed 1'st Premiere Contest Sept.26.2018


Poem Details | by Keith O.J. Hunt |
Categories: courage, love, mystery,

Into this Night for my Love I Went

Into this night for my love I went,
  for all its splendor and lush wines,
  and majestic tapestries that unfold;
  velvet sheens, sheets soft with each other...
  the world is lost to her heart held near,
  and the breath of her curious kisses...
 
It is this moon silver-rayed I pledge ---
  without her I cannot walk this world naked,
  raped of who I am ---
  but a thing to serve her,
  lest I roam this desolate landscape as a prodding ghost;
  a great fever of torrid emptiness...
  what is this which grips me?
  an ancient enemy ---
  but my friend it bestows a fearful kiss;
  between the twain I cannot choose...

Do I trust to give this heart of mine,
  into an untrustful night?
To lay all that I am at her feet? ---
  what a fragile flower my heart does sing ---
  wondrous things,
  though wild I do not know ---
  that which I love,
  fruitless ---
  I am less a thing than love,
  but does my heart tell me so?

She ---
  the greatest good,
  for it is without mine own love,
  she does give;
  that which none shall fulfill,
  I tear into this night,
  and its dark ---
  fearful of being unafraid,
  will it stay my doubt ---
  my heart for her to hold?

Into this night for my love I went,
  what comes, I do not know,
  what prevails in thine song of love for me ---
  for you my love I go,
  even unto the shadow of things
  (I need you so)
  what comes I do not know,

Into this night for my love I went...


Poem Details | by Nina Parmenter |
Categories: love, mystery, relationship, truth,

A Dab of Secrecy

Would we survive if you could hear
Me thinking? Maybe not, I fear
For what we lock away
Is as important as the things we say
And pure, relentless honesty
Is not a panacea
We are we because the secret glue
Of things I do not say to you
Holds tightly all the things I choose
To shareAnd should we ever lose
That blissful dab of secrecy
That sprinkle of duplicity, 
That keeps your inner world from me,
And mine from you - one blink 
And we‘d be through I swear,
Or worse, we’d sink...
Weighed down by things we dare not think.
 


28 September 2018
Written for Brian Strand’s Contest No 500


Poem Details | by sidney dugan |
Categories: appreciation, beauty, bird, flower, god, nature,

I Love To Feel God's Mystery

I love To Feel Gods Mystery

It’s such a lovely place to be
In a garden filled with flowers
Mother nature has such power
I love to feel God’s mystery

I love to be alone with me
Listening to the morning song
I love to hear birds all day long
I love to feel Gods mystery

I love to sit and look and see
A river flow beneath the sun
I love it when the day is done
I love to feel God’s mystery

I love to see a lonesome tree
Dancing, and swaying with the breeze
I love a forest filled with trees
I love to feel God’s mystery

I love to see a buzzing bee
Milking pollen from a flower
I love it when rain does shower
I love to feel God’s mystery


Poem Details | by Kaitlyn Fox |
Categories: adventure, boyfriend, love, mystery, slam,

To My Ex-Boyfriend

And if I have learned anything from our love, 
it is that things do not break in even pieces.

The way I still catch you glancing in my direction
or searching for the words to start a simple conversation from time to time
makes me believe that maybe you left with a piece of me after we fell apart
And you can keep it
because I want to be the ghost that lingers in your heart
over the years and the many of miles that will draw us farther away from home.

I want to be the girl you think of late at night as you drive among city lights,
the one you think of when you hear your favorite song.
I want to remind you of all the little things you loved about the world:
full moons, bike rides, long road trips through unknown places

I want to be the girl that evolves into mystery;
a girl who may wander off to places you can not find,
but somehow she never leaves your heart
I want my memory to feel like the first time you jump into the ocean,
all the times you’ve blown out birthday candles,
your first time climbing a tree and seeing the world from a new height
I want you to feel like every moment of your life is a thrill, 
a possibility,
or an adventure
I want to be the girl who taught you how to live in a world that only knows how to survive

I want to be the girl you wonder about every now and then,
the girl you call late one night to see if she is the still the girl
who never keeps her feet in the sand;
to see if she is out chasing sunsets just like she said she would.


Poem Details | by Roland Fleming |
Categories: christian, confusion, fear, freedom, hope, jesus, life, lonely, love, mystery, pain, peace, slam, life, people, life, love, people,

Sickness in my Soul

 I’m in such a state of confusion,
I don’t understand what I’m doing
I know your there
And I know you care
But I can’t see you
I can’t hear you
I just don’t know what to do
I know your there in the stillness,
Waiting to heal this illness
 
There is a deep hole
A sickness in my soul,
Disease in the depths of my heart
 But How to fix it
I wouldn't know where to start
How it came to be
Is a deep mystery to me
 
 I know that I am broken
We all are in some way
But rarely are these things spoken
Rarely do I have the courage to say
The secrets kept within
The depths of my sin
 
But if I hide it how can it be healed
 How can the healer heal?
If I keep my heart sealed
What if I let down my shield?
 
Will I be attacked or disgraced
Or will I be embraced
I’m too scared to find out
To be found out
So I hide my face
 
I only let people see part of me
I only let people get so close
I don’t want them to see
I don’t want them to know
And so I end up alone
 
I’ve been to the bar, the clubs,
All the social hubs
But no one cares about my hurts
 Life’s all about chasing skirts,
Fancy cars and nice shirts
 
Or is there something beyond drunken nights, and flashing lights
Is there something really worth living for, an open door to something more?
An invitation to a new destination
A path to peace, a sweet release
A new life to claim, an escape from the shame
I believe there is, some days I forget
But my life isn’t over yet
 
Tomorrow is a new day
I can live life your way
With love and peace
With guilt and shame released
With a new heart
And a new start
A reason to live
And something to give
To this broken earth
Of invaluable worth
 
At my very core
I know I was born for more
Than to live and to die
Without knowing why
I don’t have it all figured out
But I know without a doubt
That the world needs love
And that love comes from above
Because human love is not enough
 
That is why there is a deep hole
And a sickness in my soul
But to me has been revealed
The way to be healed
 
Now I have a mission
A reason for existence
To bring healing to the earth
To the unloved, the broken, the rejected
And tell them what they are worth
So that Jesus’ love will be reflected
And this love will give birth
To many people being resurrected,
Redirected and completely accepted
To a wonderful and glorious rebirth


Poem Details | by Justin Bordner |
Categories: beauty, desire, love, lust, mystery,

Arrow Kiss

You are my soul's hinterland Huntress
methodical in seduction
beautiful in bashful entrapment,
capturing this man's mania for erotic offering
leading me into open fields of forbidden fantasy,

Disrobe my desire, denude my fire
that spires hot for you,
you are my naked rose
the tempt in my nose,
study me into your curious and craving eyes
steady my focus for inescapable caress,
take notes of my heart
make love to my every part,

You are my love Muse
the woman I choose
the pulse I use
a breath and skin
I savor to bemuse,
no other woman
shall shade and confuse
our loving views,
this face is yours
my tongue adores your shores
my Quill explores all your doors,
grab me needily
where the throb for your grip is thickest,
spread petals silken pinkest
lay wide your pleasure purest  -

J.A.B.


Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: car, death, lost love, mystery, sad love, spiritual,

When I Leave This World

Inspired by the song "Last Kiss" by Pearl Jam


You had just gotten your first car, a 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air,
We were only seventeen years old and neither had a care,
You came over after school and asked me to go for a drive,
We longed for freedom of the road, we never felt so alive.

Always the gentleman, as you opened the powder blue door,
But, after tonight you would be doing this for me no more,
I remember how the moonlight shined off of the chrome,
When you picked me up and I would never return home.

I cannot ever stop thinking about and replaying our past,
I still remember your soft kiss, and it would be our last,
Because, this tender embrace would never happen again,
There was no way that either of us could've known it then.

The impact was so sudden that I felt almost no pain,
As the car swerved out of control into the other lane,
It all happened so fast, there was no time to scream,
Now my existence is a nightmare, just some bad dream.

My body grew cold fast, but I could still feel the heat,
Of the warm blood dripping down onto the leather seat,
I lay there silently, nearly lifeless, held against your shoulder,
It was then I realized that I would not be growing older.

The radio faded away as I closed my eyes for the last time,
What happened to me was an accident, and not a crime,
I will wait for you on this spot, by the very same tree,
Where most people don't notice, but some of them see.

It's an anniversary, it will be 58 years around midnight,
The misting rain and lingering fog will keep me from sight,
As the headlights go flying by, shining from modern cars,
I'm hoping one of them will be you to take me to the stars.

When I do leave this world, side by side we will stand,
And this bad dream will finally be over as you take my hand,
I am waiting to go to heaven, only you can bring me there,
In your brand new, powder blue 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air.



Poem Details | by john loving iii |
Categories: love, me, mystery, thank you,

the chair where you were sitting

my angel you are with me
in a way i never knew
just sitting here thinking
and spending time with you

we recall the good times
and lessons that we learned
sneered at the bad times
and hours that they burned

both learning truths
as God helped us to see
a little something about you 
a little something about me

we were brought together
it was our destiny
and just like all beautiful stories
ending in tragedy

but only just today
have i found you in my mind
and now something tells me
that you were there all the time

my spirit has accepted 
that your body has gone
but everything you did
in my mind lives on

you made me someone
much more than i am
giving me presents and presence
being my biggest fan

i could never win anything
more valued than you
my gift from God
i was given to you too

the chair where you were sitting
beside me so so well
for a while it held an emptiness
a little piece of hell

but i have learned for the good
perhaps in the nick of time
that i can fold your little chair
and put it in my mind

and place it with my treasures
things i've had since i was a boy
with my most treasured memories
horses and toys


Poem Details | by Robert Candler |
Categories: age, angel, animal, bereavement, best friend, blessing, care, caregiving, character, death, dedication, devotion, dog, emotions, farewell, feelings, friend, friendship, grave, heaven, husband, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost love, miracle, moving on, mystery, old, pets, prayer, religious, sorrow, soulmate, spiritual, sweet, together, tribute, wife,

Pal

Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
After the last one was planted, he sniffed it;
Then turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled“I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one evening,
Pal quietly passed away.

Bob held Pal in his arms and wept.
“Oh, Pal…my best friend…you saved my life.” 
He caressed Pal as he reminisced;
Then, sometime in the night, Bob joined his wife.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought fresh flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the stone, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then, turned and licked her face.

She smiled through her tears 
“I had a dog when I was young...
A good one too His name was Pal.”


Poem Details | by Bhavna khemlani |
Categories: devotion, faith, god, hope, inspirational, life, love, mystery, passion, sweet,

The Unanswered Questions

How ironic? Has God ever fallen in love?
I am sure the supreme power does have a clue about love.
Then why are many struggling with questions that have no answers.
If certain sensations are not meant to be then why does one have to go through it?
Or is it a good way to put a check list on Karmic activities

One’s feeling doesn’t seem to make any sense and the restless notion only brings discomfort.
Even though some things seem so right and pulls one toward a make believe world,
Attempts and efforts don’t seem to fade away.
It is with the tornado of genuine feelings that keep the tingly feeling of love alive.
So does God understand this?

Even though modernization has struck onto the minds of many,
The devotion and willingness to surrender to that person develops a passionate and overpowering desire.
The sweet and sour, or bitter and sweet emotion creates fear or questions fate again and again.
Once the brave feeling has been awakened and humble efforts have been tried upon,
One cannot fight destiny, but can hopefully open a new change to Karmic policies.

As time goes by, one notices that it is no more days, weeks, months, but years that has shaken the foundation of a belief that finally love will conquer over the negativity,
Love is the feeling that has no answers but only a precious sensation is felt.
Again no answers, but more questions and experiences are shown and learnt in every way.
There must be something better stored for everyone that is why one walks through a chain of tests.
Happy living and sustain that positive attitude.