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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.
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
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…
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
Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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
I have met the sweetest little wonder.
I am feeling so wonderful and loose.
This little cutie comes from down under.
She’s like a golden egg laid by a goose.
I can endure the lightning and thunder.
Hold the vodka, give me plain orange juice.
Don’t stifle this feeling. Just let it grow.
To Australia is where I shall go.
lost love, on writing and words, words, love,
Unspoken words do not, as poets say,
Die on the tongue - in truth they are transformed.
"Please, As you wish, I love you, will you stay,
These, lingering, turn crawlers, all deformed.
The webs they should have wrapped 'round hearts astray,
In throats catch words that might have coldness warmed.
Speak! lest you are likewise robed in silence,
And thus robbed of love do your soul violence.
Reason A. Poteet
anniversary, children, giving, parents, travel,
Enduring love, it flanks our lives - the key?
two hearts with mercy’s gift. Your hopes and dreams
flow over our dry banks to guarantee
the happiness for those who come in streams
to drink and offer thanks – it's all for free.
And after fifty years, we think it seems
endearing love long overdue. With grace
a cruise from us, and you may pick the place.
May 6, 2017, edited June 5, 2017.
Is a month-old child, a new baby?
life, love, passion, romance, wife, me,
The format at which I want to see her
Is so natural, a treat I desire
You bring to me so much more than pleasure
I really feel like I’m sure on fire
Your nudity brings me new departure
You’re lovely, I definitely admire
You pique my interest with your nude pose
Your soft skin I surely want to expose
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
family, food, life, love, nostalgia, people, romance,
Dreams wed forever partied in the park.
Hope's voice permeated life's freshest air.
Beloved friends, there rejoiced at love's spark.
The wedding guests adorned in formal wear.
Enjoying snacks and drinking way past dark
Oh sweet nostalgia, come again, so fair.
Beneath night-lights held tight by romance.
Couples glowing brightly, spinning…thoughts dance.
lost love, loveheart, heart,
Eventually someday, there will come a time
this heart of mine will finally stop hurting.
If a miracle somehow made you be mine
or if it should finally cease from its beating.
Feeling like I have been on this constant whine
of wanting an unattainable something.
But it is not by choice or my own freewill
as the days, they vanish but my heart standstill.