by John Hamilton |
Categories:
desire, dream, imagery, longing, romantic,
Midnight Romance
Dusk falls quickly on cerulean skies
Day morphs from ash of roses to sable
Our love's vision flashes before my eyes
Midnight romance, like an ancient fable
Charcoal sketches meander in my mind
While jasmine-absinthe incense is burning
it's smoke, evokes passions clearly defined
porcelain skin blushes with love's yearning
Obsidian-ebony eyes that gleam
pleading to quench needy soulful desire
beckoning me to unite in the dream
willingly, I rush to put out the fire
My mind's eye sees quivering crimson lips
As love drips from ivory fingertips
October 18,2017
by Silent One |
Categories:
devotion, emotions, love,
A poets dream, she'll seduce with her eyes,
pens will desire to praise her charming guise,
but be cautious, she'll treat you like her book,
explore each chapter with her detailed look.
Drain your ink, smoking pages in to fire,
drink your spirit like blood thirsty vampire.
But now it seems she may have met her match,
a poet who's heart, she's struggling to snatch.
He holds scriptures, she's never read before,
each musing, leaves her yearning to feel more.
A heart breaker, who gives no man a chance,
dream maker, who leaves women in a trance.
A modern day Samson and Delilah -
spiritual soulmate who could tame her.
Silent One
20 October 2020
by Silent One |
Categories:
love,
Let us embrace
like twilight kisses the sun goodnight.
Indulge in hues of scarlet, crimson and lilac,
until the salutation of stars .
In the nothingness of silence,
our souls will whisper sweet symphonies,
as we flow with sensual tones of night.
Tenderness of touch will compose a concerto,
along the nakedness of your innocence.
I will hold you like a violin,
feel smooth sensations of your strings.
Pulsate like a passionate pianist,
caressing silky ivory and satin ebony keys.
Upon the first scent of dawn,
I will watch your heart sigh,
as you lay breathless in my arms -
and become the nature of my poetry.
Simple Musing
Silent One
23 October 2019
by Jan Allison |
Categories:
humorous, nursery rhyme,
Jack and Jill went up the hill
With thoughts of making love
Jack hadn’t got a condom
So cut a finger off Jill’s glove
The glove was far too small for him
And it didn’t fit his todger
Now they are proud parents
Of a baby they called Rodger!
1st October 2016
Another poem written after being inspired by Ilene Bauer's poem three blind mic
by Silent One |
Categories:
love, romance,
Tell me how may I show you devotion?
No words are left in this dictionary.
Which fool said love is just an emotion?
My Goddess, I am your missionary.
The essence of time is not eternal,
but my adoration is evergreen.
You are a flower that is nocturnal.
Alive in every season - nature's queen.
When adversity knocks upon your door,
let me soothe your misery and sorrow.
Does not matter if we are rich or poor,
I will provide a better tomorrow.
Come lose yourself in desire and passion.
Our romance will invent a new fashion.
Silent One
Originally written on 30 October 2015.
Re posted 17 November 2020
by Silent One |
Categories:
analogy, lost love, love hurts,
she was a caterpillar,
i her cocoon
she was the music
i her dance
she was the rose
i her thorns
she was lost among the stars
i showed her the moon
i drifted like a tepid breeze
but she was lost in the storm
she was right
i was not wrong
she lit the fire
i burnt like hell
Simple Musing
Silent One
23 October 2018
by Lu Loo |
Categories:
emotions, lost love, passion,
Beneath the sunlit sky I see your face,
and in that moment you reveal your touch-
I feel the way you’ve mastered your embrace,
and through the night your passion is as such.
Above the twilit moon I need your kiss,
I beg of you to keep my secret safe-
For when away your fondness I do miss,
and as we said we need our tender faith.
The way the spark is lit beneath the sheets,
reveals the gentle ways you swiftly trace
my body like a sketch down to my feet,
for in your arms is where I leave my lace.
Before the Lord made man you loved me so-
But now it’s time for me to let you go.
October 21, 2016
by Paul Callus |
Categories:
love hurts,
I saw the sadness
in your tear-filled eyes
and vowed to put a smile
on your dejected face...
to give you wings,
regain the joy of life,
to hear you sing once more.
I set you free to roam
unfettered, unrestrained –
but in euphoric flight
you failed to glimpse
the pointed shards
embedded deeply
in my bleeding heart.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Contest sponsored by Silent One
Placed 2nd
Posted 23rd October 2020
by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories:
love, voice,
There is no more a thunderous voice than the whisper of love!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
25 October 2022
-
As always, I would like to share the honor of POTD with all my good friends,
who have helped me for over one decade now, by visiting and commenting on
my humble poetry. I also thank the officials of the site for their contribution.
God help all of you, my fellow poets.
-
by Jan Allison |
Categories:
food, october,
Mum’s
Baking
Pumpkin pie.
Light crisp pastry
Silky smooth topping
Adorned with pastry leaves
Topped with swirls of white whipped cream.
I start drooling; it’s so tempting
Our spoons are poised ready to tuck in
Oh how I adore autumn harvest time!
For love of October Contest
Sponsor – Andrea Dietrich
09~23~15
by Daniel Turner |
Categories:
appreciation, forgiveness, love hurts,
With less tomorrows than I've yesterdays
In looking back I have but one regret
Before that last tomorrow fades away
I wish that I could pay an unpaid debt
Back to a summer day so long ago
How frivolous we were with innocence
Two kids in love and way too young to know
Decisions made in haste have consequence
In tenderness I'd kiss away her tears
I'd tell her I am sorry for her pain
Give back the love I'd carried all those years
Convince her that her gift was not in vain
I'd ask for her forgiveness on my knees
Tears of contrition I would surely weep
Then thank her for life's sweetest memory
And with her blessing peacefully I'd sleep
October 10 2016
by Paul Callus |
Categories:
love, rain, water,
I am not a rain dog
With my tail between my legs
Dying to run home in haste
Away from showers that gradually increase
And then come pounding heavily down
Like sheets of splintered pearly glass
I am not a loner
Who leads a wasted life
On doorsteps sharing aching pain
With others who live rough
Deprived of warmth and comfort
I am a lover
I inhale the smell
Enjoy the caressing feel
Of seductive teasing raindrops
They fall around
With sweetest sound
Passionate the call
It echoes
I hear
water
----------------------------
16th October, 2014
Contest: "I do not know"
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Placed: 4th
by William Kershaw |
Categories:
introspectionautumn, time,
September tries to convince herself,
Making pretend that she is really, truly,
A Summer month, albeit one of dying fire,
Holding at bay the chill of Autumn winds.
October plays temptress with her Duality;
Sun to warm the back of your flannel shirt,
With punkin' frosting nights, crisp and cold.
Air so clear it sears the throat like a glass of cider.
November comes dark, wet and gloomy.
An ancient harridan forced to bridal bed.
Chanting "fools, there's time before winter comes,
Still time enough for love."
December mutters in her sleep........
by Daniel Turner |
Categories:
autumn, nature,
October brings us panoramic scenes
Picassoesque impressionistic style
From reds to browns and earth tones in between
When nature paints those landscapes that beguile
The helpful sun provides hot yellow paint
Which bleeds and blends from mountains to the seas
There are no signs that nature shows restraint
As hues are scattered by the autumn breeze
Yet with her madness comes a masterpiece
The reason for spring's jealousy of green
Before her creativity has ceased
Her orange and black spills on Halloween
October means peace, love, and harmony
Get with your friends, enjoy fall's scenery
By Daniel Turner October 3 2016
by Line Gauthier |
Categories:
death, evil, grief, heartbroken, lost love, wedding, winter,
whimsical windswept whiteness
wedding weekend wanderlust
willowy wonderland waltz
wrongfully weathered woe
wintry wishful whispers
wrestling woodland wintertide
welcome waxen wallflower
weeping wheezy widow
whimpering wholeheartedly
wrangling worthless worries
wanton wretched wrongdoing
wedged within wickedness
Submitted on December 7, 2020 for contest ALLITERATION sponsored by EVE ROPER
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Originally posted on October 23, 2018
by Maureen Mcgreavy |
Categories:
butterfly, funny love,
Butterflies have the quietest wings
Defying the weight of their flutterings
Your red face has shown
What you did not want known
Your fight to keep them from escaping
10.02.2019
Writing Challenge, October - Butterfly -
Sponsor, Dear heart - Wiishkobi Ode
by Caycay Jennings |
Categories:
love, nostalgia,
I love looking at pictures of you.
I stroke your hair, touch your check –
I even pat your nose and just grin.
Such sentimental heart peak
No better grin could seek.
I love looking at pictures of you.
My eyes glow looking into yours -
My fingers trace your sweet face.
Such tender sweetness flows.
No love has stronger glow.
On your pictures, I love to dwell
For since you were but a morsel
I have been your softest sell.
I love looking at pictures of you,
My baby sister love pastel.
... CayCay
October 30, 2016
by Susan Ashley |
Categories:
emotions, grief, heartbroken, lost love, memory, metaphor, solitude,
Cinnamon memories catch my soul in snares
as I trace in anguish the curve of your lips
in a photo stained sepia with my tears;
a thousand words... spoken through my fingertips.
Susan Ashley
October 14, 2020
~ Second Place ~
Excerpt from: Lost In My Lost Cinnamon Dreams; May 9, 2019
Premiere Contest: Rithimus Divisa 10
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
by Vijay Pandit |
Categories:
feelings, imagery, love,
As amber eve paints ochre skies
Her lips I kissed, turn ruby rose
And dreams of heart my passion vies
As amber eve paints ochre skies
When romance gleams in lovers’ eyes
It’s me she picks the moon well knows
As amber eve paints ochre skies
Her lips I kissed, turn ruby rose
October 29, 2020
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 24- Triolet - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Phantasmagoria
Eight syllables per line (howmanysyllables.com)
by Line Gauthier |
Categories:
blue, lonely, lost love, sad,
gloom drags me into the blueness of
boredom since you've been gone
and i don't see how i'll ever snap out of it
POTD October 13, 2022
posted on October 11, 2022
by Susan Ashley |
Categories:
emotions, longing, love, memory, missing you, passion, romantic,
Romanticism descends an unbridled staircase
bittersweet; stripped bare and unleashed
passion in supple nudity
sashays down my spine
a ginned up shimmy and sway yearn
tingling every naked nerve with a sudden surge
of electric longing and unmasked pulses of pang and pleasure
Susan Ashley
October 11, 2019
*romanticism: romantic spirit or tendency*
by Seren Roberts |
Categories:
confusion, life,
He lays there in his own world
Living on memories of the past
life as it is now, is just existing,
memories, are remembered at last
No longer knows who I am
looking at me so scared.
As though I would do him harm
as I gently, help him feed
I know he remembers that I love him
when he forages within his heart’s pages
the word love, carved forever, by his little girl,
Even when he is in his rage, stages.*
Penned 15 October 2016
*the ravages of Altzheimer's Disease......living in the past....in a life full of stages.
by Lu Loo |
Categories:
longing,
Oh, whispering willow…
please lend me your weeping branch,
so that I may always cling to you-
Head on my forgotten pillow,
falling in the starving avalanche,
me, pretending we're not through.
Oh, whispering willow…
please lend your weeping tissue-
My hungry thirst, will you quench?
Me, pretending not to love you.
October 18, 2016
by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories:
autumn, love, october, passion, poetry, romantic love,
Ardor of Autumn
Wind rolls off the river, chills the bones.
My cheeks are rosy from Chicago's cold.
Now wrapped in warmth inside with tea and scones,
October has my body feeling old.
Yet, I love the views autumn colors bring
The rain that falls upon my window pane,
How nature's timing changes everything,
How death of cold rejuvenates again.
The beauty of this season inspires
Poetry to flow from my hand to pen,
As romantic thoughts of my desires,
Memories of our tender love back when
Our souls first encountered a love so deep,
As I recall those times they make me weep.
10-4-19
~Third Place~
Autumn sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
by Line Gauthier |
Categories:
death, devotion, life, marriage, time, true love,
It broke her heart
when Franco died
he’d been her soul mate
wed over fifty years
he’d been her life
For her Franco
she had a ritual
lit a candle every night
so he would know
how much she missed him
Today would be a special day
she felt it when she closed her eyes
wouldn’t be lighting any candle
she took her one last breath
set down the path to join her Franco
AP: Honorable Mention 2021, 2nd place 2021
Posted on October 20, 2019