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Romance is in bloom when it's new and sweet
like rose buds opening. Love 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
beauty, holiday, i miss you, love, passion, vacation, valentines day,
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
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
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
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
18th May 2017
POTD 20th May 2017
Ottava Rima consists of eight 10 or 11 syllable
lines, with a rhyme scheme of ABABABCC.
All wrapped up like a newborn perfect and new
I look at you with a blank slate, I'm in love
Is there anything that I can give you
Please handle me with the softest kid gloves.
When I start to unwrap and you can see
My imperfections like the moon lit with love
Do not run, do not hide, just sing out loud
Then reach out to consume me and hold proud
Wake of harvest, came time for winnowing
Separation loosing chaff from the grain
Bake of bread that gave them a bestowing
Creation: body nurture that they’d fain
Make in life, a time for spirit growing
Valuation of virtues not to strain
Then we might cherish food for soul above
When we winnow, retain the grain of love
Sitting here thinking this warm night in June;
dreaming of moments spent talking with you.
Fitting my thoughts ‘round the beams of the moon,
streaming from heaven through night’s navy blue.
Knitting together the notes of a tune;
scheming forever your heart to ensue.
Billions of stars that are shining above;
millions of reasons to fall in your love.
June 16, 2019
feelings, kiss, longing, marriage, meaningful, passion, relationship,
His kiss whispers with blood pulsing anxiously
The eagerness of his mouth tastes honey sweet
His lips have me clutching him frantically
Within dim light, his eyes and my own eyes meet
Slow, soft passion has me yearning happily
In his hands, my heart feels the marvel of heat
Where he goes is surely where I need to be
Nothing can stop the feeling this brings to me
November 28, 2019
Love Me Like You Mean It Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Vince Suzadail Jr.
fantasy, romance, time,
If I could travel back in time I would
Return to the great age of chivalry
To meet Sir Lancelot and Robin Hood
In Merry Old England is where I'd be
I would raise my sword for all that is good
And kiss the hand of my fair lady
To scale the castle wall with the moon above
Just to spend a night in the arms of my love
light, psychological, tree,
Light shines, maybe it emits from the tree
It casts a purple hue throughout its field
There are light violet highlights that I see
I will always be one to view its yield
Anyone who walks on by would be free
To see its power by the light it wields
Love the glow that emanates from inside
Mighty is this tree, inspiring all sides
cry, life, lost love,
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
Just a made up poem…
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
beauty, desire, i love you, kiss, love, passion, romance,
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
What is a friend except a part of me
My friends are love songs I was born to sing
They are gifts who choose to really know me
The ones who I trust with my everything
True friends are the ones who truly can see
What I have inside that I'm meant to bring
They push me so hard and still let me be
The fabric of my life, the weaver weaves
Friends make me better, help me to believe
First attempt at form
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
loveold, love, old,
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
devotion, love, 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
fire, light, sun,
The scene appears before me with a light
From the sun a great mighty ball of fire
The morning light sparkles losing the night
There’s love from the sun, the moon to retire
From the top of a hill this is a sight
The clouds all have formations I desire
Spectacular feelings is what I share
When the sun rises up from over there
life, love, me,
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
god, heart, loneliness, love,
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.
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
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
anxiety, bereavement, betrayal, depression, emo, hurt, suicide,
As I hang from a cord of silken repent
No hesitation for the lives I leave you
Please quarter my faith and unwind this lament
I know not of her love and drown in the truth
We have searched for some solace in time spent
And now in the darkness you have found limbo too
She dances around the gallows as I sway
Singing songs from her demons born from the day.
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
love, nature, poets,
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