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Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: bereavement, goodbye, soulmate, storm, true love,

Summer Rain

I wade into the surf and stand alone,

     Enfolding in my arms, the dust of You,

               I hear the raving wind lament and moan,

          As if the summer storm is mourning, too..

I breathe your wispy ashes as they're thrown,

     And whisper your name softly while I do,

               I lost you once, and now I've lost again..

          As all my tears are summer rain.

Poem Details | by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories: death, lost love, moving on,

White Angels

How many roses since have come and gone?
he thought as he sat looking at her grave.
How many futures had been staked upon
those brilliant blooms to her he often gave?

What stiff buds like hands in prayer since drawn
in oils on canvas did she seem to crave?

“White angels,” she did sing the day they wed.
Again he placed them here now she was dead,
as he'd done each year upon her birthday.

The emerald garden and granite stones
still looked untouchedThe olive trees now swayed
as ever had in JuneAs white as bones,
statues silent, but proud as gods portrayed,
were yet his marble friends and not undone
by tearsMy Angel White was she when wed,
he mused again, his feelings still unsaid.

A thousand memories like ivy spill
over the wall behind his quiet chair.

Such fervent whispers in a windless chill
go through his head of sparse and silver hair.

So many letters from an inkless quill
he wrote alone as though they'd reach her there.

A thousand roses white as angels tread
upon his dreams, keep singing in his head.

But now the car was packed, the house was sold.

Their young sons all were grown and since moved out.

He blurted forth, “My darling, now I'm old.
The boys are grown and all are strong and stout;
I know that you'll be safe within their fold.
I must move, have a life that's now about
the years that I have leftI'll always hold
those times we had as precious as though gold.”

He stood and put the chair into the car.

He cried upon the freeway for some time,
the new life in the desert still afar
from coastal past and reminiscent clime.

A new home that he'd found could be on par
with what he'd now let goHad come the time
when he must vanquish sacred angels white.

And thus he drove into the coming night.


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: passionheart, heart,

Song For My Love, My Sweet

"A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet "

At last you’ve come for me, my love, my sweet! You’ve come through tranquil woodland, with the breeze, along that path where once we used to meet and with the sunlight streaming through the trees! With passion in your eyes and wings for feet, you’ve come for me, and all my anguish flees. You are so near, I hear your wild heart beat You’ve come for me, my own wild heart to seize. Alas! The woods have vanished with the gleam of my waking dawnIt was but a dream.
Written June 9, 2011 by Andrea Dietrich Inspired by the Contest "A Woodland Path" sponsored by Constance la France ~ A Rambling Poet ~

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: love,

With Joy Overflowing

Romance is in bloom when it's new and sweet like rose buds openingLove is growing! The flutter feeling each time that you meet; the kisses and the knowing you are glowing! The realizing that you feel complete and your heart with joy is overflowing. Nothing else could be more worth living for. Oh, to keep it going forevermore! Written May 7, 2017

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: beauty, holiday, i miss you, love, passion, vacation, valentines day,

Kiss me Quiet

It's near midnight, whilst we moonlight walk Palm tree lined fairway, Crickets singing Hands clenched in loving vacationed talk Hearts in wanting pound, Batangas is bringing We, she and I, now amidst our intending lock Serenity is the scene blessed by lunar watch So late, but joyous we, soon our lips are speaking Clouds now hover as we witness natures rain Our apartment is distant, we welcome given Through broken lunar light, stroking her mane My hands in taken then, sensuously they're driven Kiss me quiet is whispered, hearts now in reign Walking, slowly walking, absorbing to us this night Hearts in touching pound, Batangas has brought .

Poem Details | by Frederic Parker |
Categories: beautiful, love,

The Covering Mist

The moon gave silent shadows to our form
As we lay beneath its splayed softer light
The time spent is instinctual and warm
As mist from the lake engulfs us from sight
The depth of suspended droplets transform
And roll across us in sheltered delight
To be covered by moisture's misty air
Leaves a mystery,no trace of us there

Contest Through The Mist
Frederic Parker

Poem Details | by Sharon Ruebel |
Categories: happiness, love

Fall brings New Love

Welcome in the Fall of life Spring enters

Loves emptied heart replenished with his touch

I become his Muse and he is my center

Lips burning passion captured in his clutch

Shared breath nothing compares to this splendor

Two bodies align in time they are flush

Worn hearts beating young with exhilaration

Once again falling into loves temptation

Contest: New Love
Sponsored by, Jarred Pickett 
Ottava rima

Poem Details | by Sharon Tideswell |
Categories: lost love, seasonsautumn,

Twilight Song

Long shaded walks neath gilded canopies,
as Autumn’s twilight song proclaimed the cold
with words from lips of russet, aired with ease,
entwined with brittle leaves of bronze and gold
in muted tones; a whisper on a breeze,
that breathed of sun-kissed hands she used to hold;
of how an arctic moon upon her crept,
dissolving thoughts of Summer as she slept.

The wind did paint in pearl encrusted hue,
o’er fading hint of fragrant amber glow
with jewelled tears of frosty morning dew; 
the pale sun all but chilled the earth below.
Of ashen light, a season born anew
brought wilderness and unrelenting snow
to smother hibernating Autumn spice;
entombed, with just her dreams, in lands of ice.

Poem Details | by Paul Callus |
Categories: love,

Oblivious to Love

She walks barefooted in a slit swing dress
on verdant grass; her hair a blaze of gold.
Light wind is teasing with a sweet caress
I look in envy, yet my tongue I hold
lurking in shadows, yearning to profess
my deep emotions, but I am not bold
Her perfume hits me, wafting through the air.
Of my existence she is unaware.

Contest: Form 'O' ~ Only One
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placed 2nd
18th May 2017

POTD 20th May 2017

Ottava Rima consists of eight 10 or 11 syllable 
lines, with a rhyme scheme of ABABABCC.

Poem Details | by Lin Lane |
Categories: lost love, rain, rose, storm,


Tattered Petals: Wounded Heart

Tattered on the garden path are petals
from roses, beheaded by Summer rain
when storm clouds emptied their brimming kettles

In the garden, my tender blooms were slain
Raindrops cut them like needle sharp nettles
I viewed the masacre with grim disdain

Thunder bellowed a victorious roar
Baneful Summer rains continued to pour

                       ~ ~ ~

My tears fell like rose petals to the ground
Recalling a rain storm of years ago
When lightning struck my heart with force profound

Summer's rain became a fierce Winter snow
a blizzard of barbed words ran love aground
It died like roses from rain's pelting blow

Tattered were petals; wounded was my heart
From lashing torrents that ripped us apart

        August 21, 2017    
 Spring Rain Storm Contest 
sponsoredby Dale GCozart 

Poem Details | by Winged Warrior |
Categories: heartbroken, hope, lost love,

Summer Rain

'The Thundering Silence' The coming summer rain with drops of pain Our lamenting love slowly slips away My soul is slain with a thunderous vein My heart left broken it begins to weigh The tempered tears will drain as they detain My longing for you on this summers spray Thru the summer storm my love will transform I look to the rainbow a welcome warm... ~~~ Angels in flight within great holy height Looking for your love a heavenly view Bringers of light they have you in their sight My love divine from them is overdue Scribing angels write of my lonely night After the storm a rainbows hue they flew A summer rain remind that I may find My lost love now a caressing entwined. Aug.21.2017 SUMMER RAIN STORM Sponsored by: Dale Gregory Cozart One Ottava Rima, 8-16 lines Your rhyme must be abababcc, with ten syllables per line.

Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: animals, loveheart, heart, love,

My Thirteen-Toed Lover

When you stuck your paw out from that shelter cage,
Did you have any idea whose sleeve you clawed?
Did you see a heart you needed to engage?
Was there a sense that I’d see you and applaud?
Was it your intent other pets to upstage?
How could you know I’d love a critter so flawed?
Six toes on one paw, seven on another
For some reason you knew I’d be your mother

I was not searching for a small, gray tabby
But love springs forth when we least expect it to
Born in a barn, scruffy looking, so shabby
My ferile heart you were able to subdue
It mattered not that I was tired and crabby
My feigned, rough exterior you could see through
I wanted a guard dog, surely you knew that
But I ended up with a thirteen-toed cat

One who came to know my lap as her pillow
And oddly had discriminatory taste
I’d have had more use for an armadillo
Possums on a half shell of earthworms make waste
But Katy won my heart with a tail that billowed
While eying tuna with a smirk of distaste
A fur ball she was, but I’ll not forget her
I’ve never known a more devoted lover

*Ottava Rima for Jared's contest on "New Love"

Poem Details | by Russell Sivey |
Categories: cry, life, lost love,

Outline of a Ghost

I see tears that pour down my crying face Reaching illusions of my life alone I see the outline of a ghost in space Transparent and see thru, seems to have grown My tears just enlighten and fill with grace It won’t go away, it’s stuck to this zone Memories flood my senses, hurt creeps in Ghost is my lost love, buried deep within Russell Sivey Just a made up poem…

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: beauty, desire, i love you, kiss, love, passion, romance,

Speak to me with Kisses

Speak to me with kisses, whispers she Awaiting her towards me, I'm now prowled Temptress this tigress now visions thee Naked to bare, touching skins, toweled Quenched lips adorned in kissing spree Limbs like ivy never creep amidst love Such caressing engulfs torso's aplomb Upon me she resides bodies now thrive Nails like claws embedded, indent deep Synchronicity thrown towards thirsts drive Internally they kiss, so wondrous in seep Resonating sighs now carved, their strive Ivy like limbs retire, silenced torso's rest Speak to me with kisses, whispered she .

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: beauty, children, longing, love, people, places, poetess,

She Makes Me

Sometimes in life it becomes stale or simply breaks Then we wonder if it's ever going to repair itself Do we battle on and pretend it's life's paths sake Or should we look inside us, why be left on a shelf It's the living in us that decides to let us awake Enjoy the breathing of living for unknown shall bring Around every corner there's one who'll make us sing I can only talk for I for it's a smile that awoke me For the seeing of she smiling that my heart now melts Never did I imagine that once again my eyes would see Every day we face whilst the cards of fate are dealt For tomorrows enthused my smile for now again I'm free Excitement in me abounds for it's soon that we'll meet At arrivals it shall be when her smile I'll greet On turning the corner the nerves I had now disperse My eyes in total focus on that smile now in my heart Her voice lovingly welcomes I, so beautifully versed This pretty poetess and I kiss, welcoming we start Soon by minutes, then loves depths shall be immersed Finally we've met, it's our breathing of living giving Soon our hands shall meet, touching rings now singing .

Poem Details | by Dear Heart |
Categories: love, sweet,

Sweats and Sweets

The day began with stress, coffee and sex,
Hot sweat was running down my face and back;
Today, our wedding day and we are wrecks.
He gives me some sweet chocolate to snack,
Our love is endless, I tell the kleenex.
My dress is tight, sweating, panic attack!
He gives to me donuts, a big dipper,
But sweet, this love, today and forever.

May 25, 2015

Ottava rima

Poem Details | by Richard Pickett |
Categories: loveheart, heart, love, together,

Innocent Love,New Love

I had loved in this life but once, and lost
Though much younger was I, I was not vain,
For through realization of thought, I knew the cost
And that cost, was loves lost pain 
In my heart I know what not thou mind dost
But that which I have been taught
I will not let be at rest,come to naught

Since first love lost, My heart did find
A Raven haired beauty, eyes of azure blue
Skin soft like silk, A heart so very true
Her love for me so very innocent and true
When together hand in hand we are of one mind
Thoughts intertwine, like the arms of a vine
I am proud to tell the world that you are mine

Time we spend together is pure rapture
Hour upon hour with you I seem to float
In my mind you are a picture, for a camera to capture
When we walk down the street I seem to gloat
I promise a love to you that will not fracture
I love you new love, with every ounce of my being
And to the rest of the world, believing is seeing

To Josh-love Dad
For Jared's poetry contest

Poem Details | by Max Corvus |
Categories: absence, cry, dark, death, girl, gothic, grave,


Tis midnight, no star shining,
My sorrow is nearly burning
All my soul, within me, stirring,
In my heart all hopes are dying.
As I watch you, dead you're lying,
There upon the velvet poppet,
Like a cursed, lethal prophet,
“Oh, my love! “, my poor heart crying.

But the echo still replying,
In this gloomy, hated tower,
In this late nocturnal hour, 
Still you’re lying, not replying.
It is now no more worth trying,
Begging, weeping, pleaing, kneeling,
I have lost my happy feelings,
Only lying, not replying.

You look like an angel sleeping,
Filling my black heart with sadness,
Making me a slave of madness,
Angel sleeping, secret keeping.
Now beside you I am lying,
On a velvet, so smooth, poppet,
Smiling at that cursed prophet,
Happy, cheary, almost dying.

Our bodies the spell is binding, 
And there is no more life in love.

Poem Details | by Jemmy Farmer |
Categories: love,

Young at Heart

While skimming pebbles on sapphire sea,
You caught my eye with a cheeky smile,
Then later still we set our Pooh sticks free,
We watched them sail away in single file,
No grown up talk as I like you crazy, see,
So what if sometimes we play juvenile,
For soon enough you’ll kiss my waiting lips
And grasp love’s gentle breeze on fingertips.

Form: Ottava Rima

Poem Details | by Russell Sivey |
Categories: life, love, me,

Timeless Joy

Timelessness when joy erupts from inside She ceaselessly comforts me every day Laws of happiness rules all to abide Whatever she says means more for today She leaves me corrupt, along for the ride And love flows between us, more anyway You are my everything, all I care for I could never wish for anything more
Russell Sivey

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: loveold, love, old,

A New Love

My old love’s gone, and now a new love’s here
although with that old love she can’t compete!
She’s silver smooth from front - to tiny rear;
More practical than my old love, yet sweet!
And like my old love, she is always near.
She’s not as sporty, but she’s just as fleet.
And though I miss my honey “ragtop” girl,
I take my new love “Kia” for a whirl!

For The Ottava Rima Contest by Jared Pickett
Theme: New Love

Poem Details | by Guru Jad |
Categories: devotion, love, women,

To Women

No mortal has triumphed to conquer your appeal,
From Enkidu's Shamhat to Cain's Aclima it starts
Longing for possessing you was part of the ordeal,
For lust grew unfathomed with the first love darts
Craving carved its roots in men with a hefty zeal,
Until it blurred our nous with the serum of hearts
Till now the journey keeps marching without retreat
If all is summoned, faith to you until the endmost beat!

© Guru Jad 2013

Poem Details | by Alvin Thomas Ethington |
Categories: death, loss, lost love, love, sad, child, body, child, evil,

The Result of Cruel Fate

The crone can hear the children's laughter, cold as ice
And they exclaim out "witch", not thinking she can hear
Their parents then admonish, "Try to be quite nice."
Upon her thin, emaciated form they leer
Of love forbidden she has paid the awful price
Malicious magic powers all the children fear
She only wears black, mourning each and ev'ry day
Her world is full of dismal, somber shades of grey

She loved a wealthy cultured handsome gentleman
But she had not the clothes nor proper pedigree
And never would be issued any wedding bann
For poverty did not amuse his family
When finding herself great with child of his, she ran
She felt displaced, just like a dead uprooted tree
In bleak back alley child unwanted disappeared
No chance immoral tainted peccant child be reared

Although she lost her core, her heart, her soul, her mind, 
She wandered dazed and crazy back to town she knew
Her fam'ly said, "We never have produced your kind."
There was no place to go and nothing left to do
But after mournful agony she came to find
Satanic powers very evil she would rue
She met the incubi in wooded forest glen
Although she knew it was an awful, grievous sin

Her soul and body raped by evil forces bold
Instilled in her the seeds of their foul awful pow'r
That grew more potent as she grew extremely old
Demolished, shattered self continued still to sour
Her sterile body, now quite barren, grew ice cold
A vile vexatious tongue lashed out at all each hour
Thus she became a bitter venomous old hag
While dressed in filthy clothes; on head, a dirty rag

She met a fine genteel young man, so good and kind
A person reaching out to all in charity
Attempted making better lives where he could find
He wanted human folk achieving parity
However, he had never met an evil mind
The succubus seduced his soul with clarity
 She crippled psyche; took his cash, his bonds and stocks
 Her languid lips convinced him caged; no keys for locks

Then when the moon was full one night, she murdered him
Around his vile demise all sorts of tales arose
She had dismembered rigid corpse each limb by limb
Disposed so very well of ugly bloody clothes
The whole ordeal had been a gratifying whim
Upon his naked body set a blood red rose
His corpse was never found; base tales do not abate
Today she suffers vile result of cruel fate

Poem Details | by Janis Thompson |
Categories: god, heart, loneliness, love,


Loveless Sweet thorns embrace the heart living in pain, which never uttered soft a lovesick sigh. Such judged that passion’s not a value gained. Loveless in life, the time had passed on by. As empty years progress, one grows deranged, left in a box where broken dreams do lie. God’s promise is for His love to restore, the injured soul deprived of it before.

Poem Details | by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories: love,

The Heart of Seduction

Seduction of the heart, I tell.
A broken spirit burned like toast.
The ruse that seems to fit some well,
Sweet innocence targeted most.
Naivety, love lures to hell.
Then, calls some friends around to boast.
Beware young people everywhere.
Or fall in love, if you dare.

Copyright October 13, 2014
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: The Heart Of Seduction - 
Sponsor	Justin Bordner

Poem Details | by Jemmy Farmer |
Categories: love, nature, poets,

Roseate Dew

Old-fashioned beauty kissed by morning dew,
In summer-rain her dreams reflect the sun,
And poets ponder magic she can do,
As worldly things the mind must surely shun,
Her thorns shall fight the heart that isn’t true,
Yet bring her tender kiss to love begun,
To poets gazing on her blooming blush,
She sings harmony in a whispered hush.

Form: Ottava Rima

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: cute love, proposal,


On bended knee, you gently take my hand; asking me softly, will I be your wife. My answer, I hope you will understand but I am not able to share your life. I cannot accept your engagement band - the rejection stabs your heart like a knife We’re just acting as part of a school play… perhaps I’ll marry you for real one day! Real counted as 1 syllable as per soup counter not 2 as per how many syllables Ottava rima Contest Sponsored by Janis Thompson 06-09-17

Poem Details | by Aron Jacob |
Categories: love, nature

To See Fair Love

If once a flower stood in heaven's light,
fair petals, windswept, tending toward the dawn,
If ever vim exhaled from violet night,
redolent of her vigor, curtains drawn,
As meditative falls hum nature's rite,
so rapturous as queen unto her pawn,
To see fair love as certain in the heart,
I beseech you, heaven, may this be a start.

Poem Details | by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories: abuse, death, easter, faith, god, love, religious,

Jesus Christ's Final Days on Earth

Jesus Christ’s Final Days on Earth

His ride to town began with human praise.
And palm fronds paved the road that Jesus chose.
The will of God the Father Christ assays.
Upon an ass with humble heart he goes.
The lessons that he spoke on Earth’s byways,
All words he taught amid the crowd echoes.
And men began to feel the higher law.
So, on that day they greeted him in awe.

Alone amid his friends he sought to pray.
No man could understand His strength and pain.
The drinking of death’s cup for sin would pay
The Son of God knew well he must be slain.
His fear of mortal death would come that day.
He bleeds from every pore as man’s sins reign.
Upon himself he took the flaws of all.
Submitting to God’s will that death befall.

Through trickery and lies his words were banned.
Some Sadducees distained lessons he taught.
The Pharisees paid Judas; and they planned.
Determined that Christ’s life would be for naught,
The soldiers knew the signal as preplanned.
The kiss of death sent Judas to his grave.
The news of his arrest filled all the land.
Lord, Jesus greeted wrath but he forgave.

Disciples ran away to save their lives.
The temple heard the angry shouts of hate
Imperfect men succeeded with sins’ strives,
The hatred of the mob did not abate.
With strength Christ sought to save their afterlives.
As for the crucifixion he did wait.
In silent love he bore that bitter cup.
Because he loved our souls are lifted up.

Despised, rejected, hated by his own,
Upon the cross that perfect man was hung.
Because he loved us so, he did atone.
And since his death, great praises have been sung.
For man no longer walks through life alone.
As to the gospel faithful saints have clung.
Arising from the grave he overcame.
By righteous faith, his saints can do the same.

Copyright March 23, 2015
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Resurrection of Christ

Poem Details | by Liz Labadie-Reilly |
Categories: history, nostalgia, time, time,

I Love to Boogie


A time of platform shoes and wild psychedelic art,
fondue, mood rings, glitter balls,bell bottoms with a flair,
John Travolta danced his way to every female heart,
lava lamps, paisley shirts and Farrah Fawcett hair.
“I Will Survive,” Stay'in Alive,” topped the music chart,
thigh high boots, hi heel pumps, the comfy bean bag chair,
The BeeGees rose, The Village People here for a just awhile,
mixing upbeat funk with a bit of soul gave disco special style.

IN ANOTHER TIME  Poetry Contest
Liz Reilly