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Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: love, music, tribute,

Hey Jude - Dedicated to Winged Warrior

Hey Jude, love is like a butterfly - just let it be. You've got a ticket to ride, go where you should be. Love is a revolution it shall set you free. Don't live a life of sorrow like Eleanor Rigby. You've got a ticket to ride, go where you should be. From Penny lane to Abbey road, you'll find the way. Don't live a life of sorrow like Eleanor Rigby. Don't be a nowhere man, forget about yesterday. From Penny lane to Abbey road, you'll find the way. Become a pilgrim of the long and winding road. Don't be a nowhere man, forget about yesterday. In a Norwegian wood, you'll find the secret code. Become a pilgrim of the long and winding road, but don't get lost in strawberry fields forever. In a Norwegian wood, you'll find the secret code. All you need is love, so trust the path you endeavour. But don't get lost in strawberry fields forever, I always get by with a little help from my friends. All you need is love, so trust the path you endeavour, in my life, I've seen heartache, but it always ends. I always get by with a little help from my friends. A day in the life of a broken soul, is full of fear. In my life, I've seen heartache, but it always ends. Sometimes whilst my guitar gently weeps, I shed a tear. A day in the life of a broken soul, is full of fear. After a hard days night the mind seems to go astray. Sometimes whilst my guitar gently weeps, I shed a tear. Yet I don't believe you've got to hide your love away. After a hard days night the mind seems to go astray Sometimes its difficult and you can't buy me love. Yet I don't believe you've got to hide your love away. In the end I feel fine, when healed from powers above. Sometimes its difficult and you can't buy me love. I'm saving all my loving for her eight days a week! In the end I feel fine, when healed from powers above. When soulmates come together, passions reach their peak. I'm saving all my loving for her eight days a week! You'll know when she loves you - you'll want to twist and shout! When soulmates come together, passions reach their peak. You'll see something in the way she moves, there's no doubt. You'll know when she loves you - you'll want to twist and shout! One glance and you'll be singing I wanna hold your hand. You'll see something in the way she moves, there's no doubt. Help the caterpillar to leave its cocoon- just as planned. One glance and you'll be singing I wanna hold your hand. Love is a revolution it shall set you free Help the caterpillar to leave its cocoon- just as planned. Hey Jude, love is like a butterfly - just let it be The Silent One 29 October 2017
A pantoum containing 29 titles from songs produced by the Beatles. Hey Jude (1968) Let It Be (1970) Ticket to Ride (1965) Revolution (1968 Eleanor Rigby (1966) Penny Lane (1967) Abbey Road (1969) Yesterday (1965) Nowhere man (1965) The long and winding road Norwegian Wood (1965) Strawberry Fields Forever (1967) All you need is love (1967) With a little help from my friends (1967) In My Life (1965) While My Guitar Gently Weeps (1968) A Day in the Life (1967) A hard days night (1964) You've got to hide your love away (1965) Can't buy me love (1964) I Feel Fine (1964) All my loving (1963) Eight days a week (1964) Come together (1969) Twist and shout (1963) She Loves You (1963) Something in the way she moves (1969) I Want to Hold Your Hand (1963) Help! (1965)


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: loneliness, lost love,

Endless chorus of tears - Diana Ross tribute

Her life turned upside down, endless chorus of tears, jilted she hoped he would stop in the name of love. What was once endless love was now songs full of fears. Her baby love left her lost like a lonesome dove. Jilted she hoped he would stop in the name of love, pleaded you are my everything, remember me. Her baby love left her lost like a lonesome dove, suffering from crushed love hangover agony. Pleaded you are my everything, remember me, will a time come when you tell me that you love me?. Suffering from crushed love hangover agony, cried out it's my turn now to drift into the sea. Will a time come when you tell me that you love me?. asked do you know where your going to with my heart? Cried out it's my turn now to drift into the sea, hoping for this good morning heartache to depart. Asked do you know where your going to with my heart? Who will touch me in the morning so tenderly? Hoping for this good morning heartache to depart, wished one shining moment would save her destiny. Who will touch me in the morning so tenderly? Told him I'm still waiting and will all of my life. Wished one shining moment would save her destiny, but his reflections only caused her further strife. Told him I'm still waiting and will all of my life, ain't no mountain high enough for love's surrender, but his reflections only caused her further strife, said I'm coming out, tired of being a pretender. Ain't no mountain high enough for love's surrender. Chain reaction of truth hurts, increasing the strain. Said I'm coming out, tired of being a pretender, she burnt her old piano, to stop bleeding pain. Chain reaction of truth hurts, increasing the strain. What was once endless love was now songs full of fears. She burnt her old piano, to stop bleeding pain. Her life turned upside down, endless chorus of tears. Silent One 31 March 2018
Challenged by Mike Gentile to write a pantoum with song titles by Diana Ross. This is a pantoum uses 21 song titles by Diana Ross Song titles are listed below and highlighted in bold in the poem. The poem has 12 syllables and rhymes, which are not pantoum requirements, but increases the challenge. Ain't no mountain high enough Endless love Baby love stop in the name of love I'm still waiting Do you know where you're going to I'm coming out Touch me in the morning My old piano It's my turn When you tell me that you love me good morning heartache chain reaction reflections remember me surrender all of my life you are everything love hangover upside down one shining moment The pantoum consists of a series of quatrains rhyming ABAB in which the second and fourth lines of a quatrain recur as the first and third lines in the succeeding quatrain; each quatrain introduces a new second rhyme as BCBC, CDCDThe first line of the series recurs as the last line of the closing quatrain, and third line of the poem recurs as the second line of the closing quatrain, rhyming ZAZA


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: autumn, betrayal, love hurts, relationship, sad,

Indian Summer Eyes

Indian summer lies within your autumn hazel eyes, my velvet bloom vibrant now lost after your killing frost; love lingers in bereft fingers, I stroke your face in guise, once lustrous, amaranthine heart lies bleeding in exhaust. My velvet bloom vibrant now lost after your killing frost, your chill withered russet my enchanted efflorescence; once lustrous, amaranthine heart lies bleeding in exhaust, as you disperse in scarlet moonlighting vaporescence. Your chill, withered russet my enchanted efflorescence, blue breath exhaled..my cooling mood still hangs in our mid-air; as you disperse in scarlet moonlighting vaporescence, your affair concupiscent more than my bemoan can bear. Blue..breath exhaled, my cooling mood still hangs in our mid-air, my harvested heart-ache, my heart-break, my heart-feeling weep~ your affair concupiscent more than my bemoan can bear, into all my tomorrows tears of my sorrow shall seep. My harvested heart-ache, my heart-break, my heart-feeling weep, amaranth once fertile, frost-bitten, fading everyday; into all my tomorrows, tears of my sorrow shall seep despite your warmth, light of day and hoarfrost melting display. Amaranth once fertile, frost-bitten! Fading everyday, love lingers in bereft fingers I stroke your face in guise; despite your warmth, light of day and hoarfrost melting display, Indian summer - lies! - within your autumn hazel eyes. Susan Ashley October 8, 2017 ~ Third Place~ Contest: Mid October Premiere Sponsor: Brian Strand


Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: absence, break up, loneliness, longing, lost love, miss you, sad love,

For Only A Moment

Did it have to last for only a moment,
our love withered before the flowers you sent,
white carnations, a pure love they meant,
a relationship so newfound and innocent.

Our love withered before the flowers you sent,
your early departure I could not prevent,
a relationship so newfound and innocent,
a memory lingers on like a sweet scent.

Your early departure I could not prevent,
white carnations, a pure love they meant,
a memory lingers on like a sweet scent,
did it have to last for only a moment.




Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: love, love hurts, music,

Pantoum of the Opera

Go now heartless one, its a time to say goodbye. Together we danced to the music of the night, but now the sound of music brings tears to the eye. I could have danced all night, forever held you tight. Together we danced to the music of the night. I dreamed a dream where you said to my heart "I do." I could have danced all night, forever held you tight. Now any dream will do that does not include you. I dreamed a dream where you said to my heart "I do," You said: "Its an impossible dream, forget those." Now any dream will do that does not include you. In time, each memory dies like a wilted rose. You said: "Its an impossible dream, forget those." Said: "If ever I would leave you, not to be sad." In time, each memory dies like a wilted rose, as seasons of love balance between good and bad. Said: "If ever I would leave you, not to be sad; your soul was born defying gravity - be strong." As seasons of love balance between good and bad, my heart believes somewhere someone sings my soul's song. Your soul was born defying gravity - be strong, but now the sound of music brings tears to the eye. My heart believes somewhere someone sings my soul's song. Go now heartless one, its a time to say goodbye.
Silent One 9 October 2017 A pantoum poem, consisting of 12 syllables per line. The poem has 12 titles taken from Opera and musicals. A time to say goodbye by Andrea Bocelli and Sarah Brightman Music of the night from Phantom of the opera The sound of music from the sound of music I could have danced all night from My fair lady I dreamed a dream from Les Miserables Any dream will do from Jason and the amazing technicolor dream coat The Impossible dream from Man Of La Mancha Memory from CATS If ever I would leave you from Camelot Seasons of love from Rent Defying gravity from Wicked Somewhere from West Side Story


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: child, love, parents,

Think twice - Celine Dion tribute

Think twice this world can be such a wicked place my sweet child. It's all coming back to me now, the memories we shared. Goodbyes the saddest word, be careful in a world so wild. You used to tell me I'm your angel and how much you cared. It's all coming back to me now, the memories we shared, I was the proudest parent, because you loved me so strong. You used to tell me I'm your angel and how much you cared. You talk about taking chances, but don't see what is wrong. I was the proudest parent, because you loved me so strong. You insist a new day has come and I should call the man. You talk about taking chances, but don't see what is wrong. You say that's the way it is and one night you made a plan. You insist a new day has come and I should call the man, but I'll tell him all I see is a beauty and a beast. You say that's the way it is and one night you made a plan, but I worry if he'll treat her like a lady at least. But I'll tell him all I see is a beauty and a beast. He'll claim it's the power of love and he's not misled her, but I worry if he'll treat her like a lady at least. He'll say I'm alive around her and his love won't deter. He'll claim it's the power of love and he's not misled her, she is the reason for his smile and he'll treat her with care. He'll say I'm alive around her and his love won't deter, she's his immortality and the answer to his prayer. She is the reason for his smile and he'll treat her with care, promises there is not only one road that will lead her home, she's his immortality and the answer to his prayer. You'll always be my baby, although I'm left all alone. Promises there is not only one road that will lead her home, I don't want to be all by myself as your thoughts persist, you'll always be my baby, although I'm left all alone. My heart will go on, but my sweet child you'll always be missed. I don't want to be all by myself as your thoughts persist, goodbyes the saddest word, be careful in a world so wild. My heart will go on, but my sweet child you'll always be missed. Think twice this world can be such a wicked place my sweet child. Silent One 3 April 2018
Challenged by Akkina Downing to do a pantoum with song titles from Celine Dion I must admit, I do not listen to her music, it would have been easy to do a soppy romantic one, but I wrote about the feelings some parents feel when losing their child to another Some parents struggle to let go, especially when they think the person they are with is not good for them and if they move far far away. The pantoum has 24 titles by Celine Dion 14 syllables per line with rhymes. Because you loved me All by myself It's all coming back to me now Think twice My heart will go on Immortality Falling into you Power of love Tell him Beauty and the beast I'm your angel A new day has come The reason Thats the way it is Only one road I'm alive Call the man Misled Treat her like a lady Taking chances All alone Goodbyes the saddest word The prayer One night Pantoum A rare form of poetryIt is composed of a series of quatrains; the second and fourth lines of each stanza are repeated as the first and third lines of the nextThis pattern continues for any number of stanzas, except for the final stanza, which differs in the repeating patternThe first and third lines of the last stanza are the second and fourth of the penultimate; the first line of the poem is the last line of the final stanza, and the third line of the first stanza is the second of the finalIdeally, the meaning of lines shifts when they are repeated although the words remain exactly the same: this can be done by shifting punctuation, punning, or simply recontextualizing. It does not have to rhyme nor have a syllable restriction.


Poem Details | by Lu Loo |
Categories: god, love,

Lord I Pantoum You

Lord I love You for so many reasons beyond comprehension, the way You light up my life during strife is so unbelievable. You have brought Salvation through the gift of Ascension, for the moments of righteousness are so unconceivable The way You light up my life during strife is so unbelievable, I have found the way to Heaven’s door following Your path. For the moments of righteousness are so unconceivable, as You have saved me from the depths of hell’s evil wrath I have found the way to Heaven’s door following Your path, You severed my ties from the devil with comfort and ease, as You have saved me from the depths of hell’s evil wrath, all my anguish and torment has begun to rapidly cease You severed my ties from the devil with comfort and ease, You bring out the good in my life through bestowing amenity. All my anguish and torment has begun to rapidly cease, Lord, I pantoum You with this gift of my heartfelt poetry. You bring out the good in my life through bestowing amenity, delicately capturing my essence in things formed in creation. Lord, I pantoum You with this gift of my heartfelt poetry, as You bring me a heartwarming and sincere sensation Delicately capturing my essence in things formed in creation, You sense my weakness and make me strong when insecure, as You bring me a heartwarming and sincere sensation, You lifted me up from the troubling and darkened obscure You sense my weakness and make me strong when insecure, I pull through without pain nor any difficult emotions. You lifted me up from the troubling and darkened obscure, showing me undying faith in me with intense devotion I pull through without pain nor any difficult emotions, as You heal my aching wounds with Your gentle hands, showing me undying faith in me with intense devotion, for I know You are the only saving One that understands. As You heal my aching wounds with Your gentle hands, You have brought Salvation through the gift of Ascension. For I know You are the only saving One that understands... Lord, I love You for so many reasons beyond comprehension. Lord, I Pantoum You Contest April 23, 2018


Poem Details | by Paula Swanson |
Categories: imagination, world, love, moon,

Galactic Song

She sings in sweetness, with the night.
Of dreams, where love is satisfied.
The melody flows soft and light,
yet tears do flow from midnight eyes.

Of dreams where love is satisfied,
she weaves a world of fantasy.
Yet tears do flow from midnight eyes,
for in truth, she knows it's fallacy.

She weaves a world of fantasy,
a maze to wander and find peace.
For, in truth, she knows it's fallacy,
from where she wants not released.

A maze to wander and find peace,
while the moon rides high and full.
From where she wants not released,
until she feels the new days pull.

While the moon rides high and full,
the melody flows soft and light.
Until she feels the new days pull,
she sings in sweetness, with the night


Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: emotions, god, heaven, love, metaphor, passion, spiritual,

Your Touch Means So Much

Your Touch Means So Much
 
Your touch means so much to me my love,
As we hold each other with intense passion.
We know our love has God’s blessing above;
Our bond for eternity shall always be in fashion  

As we hold each other with intense passion,
We dazzle with emotion pure on this Earth.
Our bond for eternity shall always be in fashion,
As we approach our souls’ nexus of rebirth.

We dazzle with emotion pure on this Earth.
We know our love has God’s blessing above,
As we approach our souls’ nexus of rebirth.
Your touch means so much to me my love.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
July 31, 2015 (Pantoum)


Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: beauty, blessing, desire, happiness, love, uplifting,

When the pieces fit

Sometimes the pieces fit so well together
It's almost impossible to see the seams
for me sweetie, you are the perfect fit
Before the beginning we were meant to be

It's almost impossible to see the seams
Just being with you has fixed all my cracks
I truly feel you have made me more complete
For me sweetie, you are the perfect fit

Just being with you has fixed all my cracks
Our days together have calmed my spirit
I have found a place of rest within your embrace
I truly feel you have made me more complete

Our days together have calmed my spirit
I am no longer afraid of my dreaming
You have shown me that dreams really  do come true
I have found a place of rest within your embrace

I am no longer afraid of my dreaming
Before the beginning we were meant to be
You have shown me that dreams really do come true
Sometimes the pieces fit so well together!


Merry Christmas Sweetie, you have gifted me a life beyond my best imaginings.


Poem Details | by Margaret Foster |
Categories: father, son, weddingfather, happy, heart, old, father, happy, heart, love, old, trust,

A Wise Father

A Father's advice to his son on his wedding day
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A Wise Father

My wise old father said to me
Be kind and gentle to your wife
And happy you will always be
Throughout the years of married life

Be kind and gentle to your wife 
For she is loving, soft and sweet
Throughout the years of married life 
Her trust in you must be complete

For she is loving soft and sweet
So you must never do her wrong
Her trust in you must be complete
An honest heart will keep love strong

So you must never do her wrong
And happy you will always be
An honest heart will keep love strong
My wise old father said to me.




Pantoum contest May 8th 2010



Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: love,

I did it my way - Frank Sinatra tribute

I have no regrets, I did it my way! I know I have a few under my skin. That's life with passion I always say. Come fly with me; lets go for a spin. I know I have a few under my skin. Maybe she can fly with me to the moon. Come fly with me; lets go for a spin. I'm not afraid; we will be leaving soon. Maybe she can fly with me to the moon. We can dance like strangers in the night. I'm not afraid; we will be leaving soon. We're young at heart, our future is bright. We can dance like strangers in the night. You and the night and the music delight. We're young at heart, our future is bright. My heart has high hopes; this feels so right. You and the night and the music delight. I'm a fool to want you, but it's too late. My heart has high hopes; this feels so right. Almost like being in love - might be fate. I'm a fool to want you, but it's too late. Something about the way you looked that night. Almost like being in love - might be fate, but, said something stupid - gave her a fright. Something about the way you looked that night. Luck be a lady, stars were adorning, but, said something stupid - gave her a fright. She left in the wee small hours of the morning. Luck be a lady, stars were adorning, It was a very good year; not all in vain. She left in the wee small hours of the morning. Maybe she thinks I'll never smile again. It was a very good year; not all in vain. That's life with passion I always say. Maybe she thinks I'll never smile again. I have no regrets, I did it my way! 30 April 2016 The Silent One.
A pantoum using song titles from a musicianBelow are the titles I used by Frank Sinatra. 10 syllables per line. My way Ive got you under my skin That's life Come fly with me Fly me to the moon Strangers in the night I'm not afraid Young at heart You and the night and the music High hopes I'm a fool to want you Almost like being in love The way you looked that night Something stupid In the wee small hours of the morning Luck be a lady I'll never smile again It was a very good year


Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: goodbye, grief, lonely, loss, love, perspective,

Among The Stars

I see your sparkling eyes among the stars
Your voice calls out to me upon the breeze
Although it seems that it has been many years
I can remember like it was yesterday

Your voice calls out to me upon the breeze
A melody that somehow pricks my heart
I can remember it like it was yesterday
All those moments will not be lost in time

A melody that somehow pricks my heart
You were my joy I held you to my breast
All those moments will not be lost in time
Now you reside in the place where angels sing

You were a joy I held you to my breast
I watched you grow from a boy to a man
Now you reside in the place where angels sing
This world could not hold one as special as you

I watched you grow from a boy to a man
Although it seems it has been many years
This world could not hold one as special as you
I see your sparkling eyes among the stars



I have a friend who recently lost her son and I am
writing this poem from a female perspective.


Poem Details | by Daniel Cwiak |
Categories: childhood, lost love, philosophy, romanceme, bird, dark, bird, dark, day, life, me,

WHEN I WAS YOUNG

When I was young and life was easy
I never thought but of the next day.
For the young, things can be so breezy
It is the child's way.

I never thought but of the next day
Until that day came upon me.
It is the child's way
And I did not want to see.

Until that day came upon me
I was carefree like the bird on high.
And I did not want to see
The dark adult horizons that would make me cry.

I was carefree like the bird on high
Only to be trapped by love
The dark adult horizons that would make me cry
Crushing me down from above.

Only to be trapped by love
For the young, things can be so breezy
Crushing me down from above
When I was young and life was easy.


Dan Cwiak.written for:
Paula Swanson's Pantoum contest


Poem Details | by dixie fallin |
Categories: lovewords, god, world, sea, day, feelings, god, life, love, sea, i love you,

MY LOVE

As I lay at night, across my bed,
Thoughts roaming back to you.
I dream about what lies ahead,
Your smile, your eyes, sea blue....

Thoughts roaming back to you,
My love grows deeper still.
Your smile, your eyes, sea blue,
Brighten up my world so real....

My love grows deeper still,
With words you choose so sweet.
Brighten up my world so real,
You make my life complete...

With words you choose so sweet,
How could I deny your love?
You make my life complete,
Your a gift from God above....

How could I deny your love?
After all that we have shared.
Your a gift from God above,
Even though, we are so scared....

After all that we have shared,
Each day I love you more.
Even though, we are so scared,
These feelings we can't ignore....

Each day I love you more,
Recalling sweet words you've said.
These feelings we can't ignore,
As I lay at night, across my bed....




Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: love hurts,

Too much love will kill you - Queen tribute

My heart is breaking, but the show must go on. Too much love will kill you, if you try too hard. Love of my life, don't leave me; where have you gone? You're my best friend, but you have left me scarred. Too much love will kill you, if you try too hard. I feel hurt, but still you take my breath away. You're my best friend, but you have left me scarred. "You'll find somebody to love," is all you can say. I feel hurt, but you still take my breath away. You walk through the door, and say "Don't stop me now." "You'll find somebody to love," is all you can say. You want to break free? It does raise an eyebrow. You walk through the door, and say "Don't stop me now." Crazy little thing called love has turned to rust. You want to break free? It does raise an eyebrow. What do you care - another one bites the dust. Crazy little thing called love has turned to rust. Without you it seems I'm going slightly mad. What do you care - another one bites the dust. Who wants to live forever - I feel so sad. Without you it seems I'm going slightly mad. I need your loving tonight, but you're not here. Who wants to live forever - I feel so sad. I was born to love you, but now live in fear. I need your loving tonight, but you're not here. These are supposed to be the days of our lives. I was born to love you, but now live in fear, as I listen to Queen's musical archives. These are supposed to be the days of our lives. Love of my life, don't leave me; where have you gone? As I listen to Queen's musical archives, my heart is breaking, but the show must go on! Written on 29 April 2016 The Silent One
Wanted to experiment doing a pantoum using music titlesThis poem has 15 of Queen's titles as belowI could not get in my favourite song Bohemian Rhapsody! The Show Must Go On Too Much Love Will Kill You Love Of My Life You're My Best Friend You Take My Breath Away Somebody To Love Don't Stop Me Now I Want To Break Free Crazy Little Thing Called Love Another One Bites The Dust I'm Going Slightly Mad Who Wants To Live Forever Need Your Loving Tonight I Was Born To Love You These Are The Days Of Our Lives Pantoum poem A rare form of poetryIt is composed of a series of quatrains; the second and fourth lines of each stanza are repeated as the first and third lines of the nextThis pattern continues for any number of stanzas, except for the final stanza, which differs in the repeating patternThe first and third lines of the last stanza are the second and fourth of the penultimate; the first line of the poem is the last line of the final stanza, and the third line of the first stanza is the second of the finalIdeally, the meaning of lines shifts when they are repeated although the words remain exactly the same: this can be done by shifting punctuation, punning, or simply recontextualizing. It does not have to rhyme nor have a syllable restriction.


Poem Details | by Lin Lane |
Categories: devotion, love,

Greatest Love In Effigy: A Pantoum

His eyes always see the beauty in my heart An ugly duckling is the way I think of me. He paints me as though I am a lovely work of art. I'm not dainty like a hummingbird or a honeybee. An ugly duckling is the way I think of me. I've never considered a mirror to be my friend. I'm not dainty like a hummingbird or a honeybee. This man loves me and he has been my Godsend I've never considered a mirror to be my friend. When he looks at me I see such love in his eyes. This man loves me and he has been my Godsend. When I'm in a sultry mood he tells me I'm his prize. When he looks at me I see such love in his eyes He's the man I adore; my greatest love in effigy. When I'm in a sultry mood he tells me I'm his prize My love for him is deeper than fathoms of the sea. He's the man I adore; my greatest love in effigy. He paints me as though I am a lovely work of art My love for him is deeper than fathoms of the sea. His eyes always see the beauty in my heart. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ March 25th, 2016 ~ Pantoum Contest by: Eve


Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: lost love,

Blue Heart

I once had a love that was a cruel lie
Moments of passion we shared together
No other thought could occupy my mind
The smell of her intoxicated me

Moments of passion we shared together
Adrift on a sea of red rose petals
The smell of her intoxicated me
Yet there was another she chose instead of me

Adrift on a sea of red rose petals
The color of the heart I offered her
Yet there was another she chose instead of me
Sometimes love can be a fickle guest

The color of the heart I offered her
Devoid of oxygen it turned to blue
Sometimes love can be a fickle guest
I wanted her more she gave me less

Devoid of oxygen it turned blue
My heart matched the color of my eyes
I wanted more she gave me less
Still I would not change a single thing

My heart matched the color of my eyes
Now with this heart I was able to see
I wanted more she gave me less
In the end it worked out for the best

Now with this heart I was able to see
This woman was never meant for me
I wanted more she gave me less
My blue heart no longer belonged to her

This woman was never meant for me
Moments of passion we shared together
My blue heart no longer belonged to her
I once had a love that was a cruel lie

Incurable Romantic Contest.





Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: love, romance,

MY LOVE


My love you may call me day and night Because I think of you anyway, all day long I cannot live without you day or night And in this I don't see anything wrong Because I think of you anyway all day long You may want to call me any time you want And in this I don't see anything wrong Living without your love I can't You may want to call me any time you want Do it night and day all the time Living without your love I can't And into eternity we can sing and with love rhyme Do it night and day all the time I cannot live without you day or night And into eternity we can sing and with love rhyme My love you may call me day and night Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014 November,14,2014


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: bereavement, death, grave, grief, love, wife,

Shades of Gray Grief


Man of melancholy - memories ashen and shadow gray, heart harrowed, solicits solace from her psychic energy. An offering, his woebegone weeping wildflower bouquet, teardrops titian, sorrow scintillant, reflects rueful reverie. Heart harrowed solicits solace from her psychic energy, free falling through forlorn filigree, he mourns at her gravestone. Teardrops, titian sorrow scintillant reflects rueful reverie of his Earth angel, soul-lifted too soon, spiritually sown. Free falling, through forlorn filigree he mournsAt her gravestone fragrance haunting, flowers flaring heartsick hallucinations of his Earth angel soul-lifted too soon; spiritually sown blue scented efflorescence of suffering lamentations! Fragrance..haunting flowers flaring heartsick hallucinations of inamorata, flame extinguished expectant with their child. Blue scented efflorescence of suffering lamentations bedevil his mindHappiness, hope exiled, ego beguiled. Of inamorata flame extinguished expectant with their child, an offering; his woebegone weepingWildflower bouquet bedevils his mind, happiness, hope Exiled ego beguiled, man of melancholy memories - ashen and shadow gray. Susan Ashley September 16, 2017 ------------------------------ ~Third Place ~ Contest: Favorite Pantoum Premiere Sponsor: Laura Loo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ First Place ~ Contest: Poems That Paint A Picture 2 Sponsor: Silent One * based on a pencil drawing by Mike Theuer provided by Silent One on contest page *


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

Sleepless Nights

I sleep, though it’s only temporary Simple love exists there within my eyes However it’s broken, quite unhealthy I cannot sleep, I awake with disguise Simple love exists there within my eyes She holds all my thoughts firm outside and in I cannot sleep, I awake with disguise As though she holds me, she doesn’t begin She holds all my thoughts firm outside and in Confused about our love I wake again As though she holds me, she doesn’t begin Never can she grasp my heart, it’s a sin Confused about our love I wake again She has messed with my head from all over Never can she grasp my heart, it’s a sin What she has done to me, she’s no lover She had messed with my head from all over Such to keep me up all hours of the night What she has done to me, she’s no lover I can’t find sleep, it’s truly out of sight Such to keep me up all hours of the night I don’t know how you could do this to me I can’t find sleep, it’s truly out of sight I start off sleeping, a light sleep I see I don’t know how you could do this to me However it’s broken, quite unhealthy I start off sleeping, a light sleep I see I sleep, though it’s only temporary
Russell Sivey Contest: Sleepless Nights Sponsor: Leonora Galinta 7/2/2013


Poem Details | by Charles Reese |
Categories: devotion, food, introspection, joy, life, love, me, passion, smile, together, uplifting,

A Womans Gift

She laughed as softly  as if she sighed
Her smile revealed things only I could see
My love and joy swelled up untill I cried
I wondered  though would she ever love me

Her smile revealed things only I could see
Now would I tell her of the things I thought
I wondered though would she ever love me
What is this feeling that has made me taut

Now would I tell her of  the things I thought
All other food but  love I'd surely spare
What is this feeling that has made me taut
My life I'd gently give to her  with care

All other food but love I'd surely spare
Then I would be hers and she would be mine
My life I'd gently give to her with care
I'd love her dearly throughout time

Then I  would be hers and she would be mine
A life together we would have to build
I'd love her dearly throughout time
I'd be her love, companion and her shield

A life together we would have to build 
My love and joy swelled up until I cried
I'd be her love,companion and her shield
She laughed as softly as if she sighed


Poem Details | by Jessica Arteaga |
Categories: lovewrite, goodbye, goodbye, love, me, sun, thank you, write,

His Warmth

I thank you always sun and moon, but is his warmth that makes me move
My hands stay lingered in his palm, and trace the lines to write a song
His eyes they whisper: you still do know, of how my love will always grow
And with four lips they form hello, for goodbye they'll never know
My hands stay lingered in his palm, and trace the lines to write a song;
For each line has read, " hold on " that's why fingers clench so strong
And with four lips they form hello, for goodbye they'll never know
I love you more than can be known, and hopefully we'll find that's shown
For each line has read," hold on " that's why fingers clench so strong
His eyes they whisper: you still do know, of how my love will always grow
I love you more than can be known, and hopefully we'll find that's shown
I thank you always sun and moon, but it's his warmth that makes me move...


Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: faith, father, happiness, inspirational, life, love, nature, passion, peace, song, summer,

Serenity

 

As a peaceful wind pushed long and free
Simple love had arrived in perfect time
With a song of jubilation rolling pure through the valley
A seed of love took flight in summer winds  free

Simple love had arrived in perfect time
As I lay naked upon ancient rocks of graceful light
A seed of love took flight in summer winds free
Gods grace in delicate strokes touched me

As I lay naked upon ancient rocks of graceful light
With a song of jubilation rolling pure through the valley
Gods grace in delicate strokes touched me
As a peaceful wind pushed long and free 

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03-17




Poem Details | by Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick |
Categories: depression, life, love, loss, sweet, flower, flower, loss, mystery, sweet,

Canyons Cold and Dark

She dwells in deep canyons cold and dark
To ponder a mystery that haunts her soul
That leaves confusion and doubts in heart
The loss of confidence now takes its toll

To ponder a mystery that haunts her soul
That renders sleepless hours through the night
The loss of confidence now takes its toll
A flower slowly dying withers in sunlight

It renders sleepless hours through the night
The days are shortened and she wastes away
A flower slowly dying withers in sunlight 
Her sweet fragrance lost, forever and a day

The days are shortened and she wastes away
What could be this wrong which she has caused?
Her sweet fragrance lost, forever and a day
To fully grasp this puzzle she requires pause  

What could be this wrong which she has caused?
What pain has she laid upon your heart?
To fully grasp this puzzle she requires pause 
She dwells in deep canyons cold and dark
~*~

By:     Audrey Carey
Note:  For Paula Swanson's "Pantoum" Contest


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

A Kiss in the Rain

A kiss, the kiss that will be remembered It’s a mighty kiss, romantic and true Umbrella we held was quickly rendered Then the rain landed right on me and you It’s a mighty kiss, romantic and true Harmonious moment in time expressed Then the rain landed right on me and you We held each other tight as we confessed Harmonious moment in time expressed Our kiss flows with the rain beyond our hands We held each other tight as we confessed Umbrella bumps our legs as we command Our kiss flows with the rain beyond our hands It’s surmised our hearts will always be one Umbrella bumps our legs as we command Leaves us standing in the rain like the sun It’s surmised our hearts will always be one Umbrella we held was quickly redered Leaves us standing in the rain like the sun A kiss, the kiss that will be remembered
Russell Sivey


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: love, music, tribute,

Search for love is never black or white

The search for love is never black or white. I'm just looking for a pretty young thing. It's human nature to desire what is right. Forget Billie Jean, girl was just a fling. I'm just looking for a pretty young thing. Not like dirty Diana, girl's too bad. Forget Billie Jean, girl was just a fling. Liberian girl only made me sad. Not like dirty Diana, girl's too bad. It's not as simple as ABC. Liberian girl only made me sad. Those kinda girls too dangerous for me. It's not as simple as ABC. Man in the mirror needs a loyal wife. Those kinda girls too dangerous for me. They don't care about us - just ruin life. Man in the mirror needs a loyal wife. Someone to rock my world, not run away. They don't care about us - just ruin life, Blame it on the boogie is all they say. Someone to rock my world, not run away, to be with me more than one day in my life. Blame it on the boogie is all they say, drives me wild, but my heart's desire is rife. To be with me more than one day in my life. A slave to the rhythm, I wanna rock with you, drives me wild, but my heart's desire is rife. <b>Give in to me, start a love born anew. A slave to the rhythm, I wanna rock with you. Together we can heal the world in tune. Give in to me, start a love born anew. I just can't stop loving you - feeling swoon. Together we can heal the world in tune. I can't describe the way you make me feel. I just can't stop loving you - feeling swoon. Love never felt so good, it's a big deal. I can't describe the way you make me feel. Whenever you need me, I'll be there. Love never felt so good, it's a big deal. Will you be there when I need loving care? Whenever you need me, I'll be there. Can you feel it, are your emotions strong? Will you be there when I need loving care? You are not alone is our special song. Can you feel it, are your emotions strong? Loving you can sometimes be really tough. You are not alone is our special song, but I sing, don't stop till you get enough. Loving you can sometimes be really tough. Beat it you say and don't talk on the phone, but I sing, don't stop till you get enough. You become mute and say leave me alone. Beat it you say and don't talk on the phone. We talked for hours, remember the time? You become mute and say leave me alone. Who is it that now makes your heart chime? We talked for hours, remember the time? Romantic gestures that have gone too soon. Who is it that now makes your heart chime? She's out of my life - a smooth criminal's goon. Romantic gestures that have gone too soon. It's human nature to desire what is right. She's out of my life -a smooth criminal's goon. The search for love is never black or white.
Originally written on 2 May 2016 Re-posted 30 September 2017 An experiment using music titles for a pantoum. Below are 35 song titles by Michael Jackson, used in the poemThis poem has 9-10 syllables per line. Black or White Pretty young thing Human nature Billie Jean Dirty Diana Bad Liberian girl ABC Dangerous Man in the mirror They don't care about us Rock my world Blame it on the boogie One day in your life Drives me wild Rock with you Slave to the rhythm Give in to me Heal the world I just can't stop loving you The way you make me feel Love never felt so good I'll be there Will you be there? Can you feel it You are not alone Loving you Don't stop till you get enough Beat it Leave me alone Remember the time Who is it? Gone too soon she's out of my life Smooth criminal Pantoum poem A rare form of poetryIt is composed of a series of quatrains; the second and fourth lines of each stanza are repeated as the first and third lines of the nextThis pattern continues for any number of stanzas, except for the final stanza, which differs in the repeating patternThe first and third lines of the last stanza are the second and fourth of the penultimate; the first line of the poem is the last line of the final stanza, and the third line of the first stanza is the second of the finalIdeally, the meaning of lines shifts when they are repeated although the words remain exactly the same: this can be done by shifting punctuation, punning, or simply recontextualizing. It does not have to rhyme nor have a syllable restriction.


Poem Details | by Dear Heart |
Categories: dark, love, passion, sensual,

Her Obsession

 
Our love will never die so abandon your soul, We are on the threshold of unspoken sweetness; So time to end this facade- my heart you have stole, Bodies entangle and I am full of weakness. We are on the threshold of unspoken sweetness, Oh, we have only one life, let us not waste it; Bodies entangle and I am full of weakness, My love for you darling will never, ever quit. Oh, we have only one life, let us not waste it, I am obsessed with this sweet fate- I succumb; My love for you darling will never, ever quit, Although bittersweet without you I would be numb. I am obsessed with this sweet fate- I succumb, This dark love is frightening and unnatural; Although bittersweet without you I would be numb, Oh, love this deep, this intense is not rational. This dark love is frightening and unnatural, So time of end this facade- my heart you have stole; Oh, love this deep, this intense is not rational, Our love will never die so abandon your soul. ______________________________________ December 6, 2016 Poetry/Pantoum/Her Obsession Copyright Protected, ID 16-855-596-0 All Rights Reserved Written under Pseudonym. Written for the contest, Point of No Return Third Place


Poem Details | by Paula Swanson |
Categories: love, sweet,

Evermore

I shall love thee evermore, beyond this life, I do vow. Mortality, I can't ignore, with Autumn's years, set 'pon my brow. Beyond this life, I do vow, our souls entwined, shall endure. With Autumn's years set upon my brow, of this bond, I can ensure. Our souls entwined, shall endure, life, fleeting, as a matchstick flame. Of this bond, I can ensure, my lips shall whisper thy sweet name. Life, fleeting, as a matchstick flame, as my grains of time, slip through the glass. My lips shall whisper thy sweet name, when comes the last beat of my heart, at last. As my grains of time, slip through the glass, mortality, I can't ignore. When comes the last beat of my heart at last, I shall love thee evermore.
Featured poem 12/12/2010


Poem Details | by Perry McDaid |
Categories: corruption, jesus, love, lust, metaphor, passion, wisdom,

PANTOUM FOR THE PROMISCUOUS

We're not supposed to act like sheep 
just because He is The Shepherd
He is much more inclined to weep 
when we refuse to heed His Word 

Just because He is The Shepherd, 
our blind-born sins torment Him so
When we refuse to heed His Word 
we defile more than we can know 

Our blind-born sins torment Him so 
as our freewill we waste away.
We defile more than we can know 
when with sly Lust we choose to lay 

As our freewill we waste away - 
just because we may feel “left out”: 
when with sly Lust we choose to lay;  
oft sleeping thoughtlessly about 

Just because we may feel left out,
we ignore our blessed patient guide: 
oft sleeping thoughtlessly about, 
from honest conscience seek to hide 

We ignore our blessed patient guide, 
while truest Love looks helpless on
From honest conscience we seek to hide, 
fearing the chance of "bliss" is gone 

While truest Love looks helpless on, 
He is more inclined to weep: 
fearing the chance of bliss is gone
We're not supposed to act like sheep.