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It's how the stars are lit at night
and how the dew drops glisten
How evening shadows mock the light
and it's how the silence listens
From the gentle sway of trees
that bid such fond adieu
Songs in a summer breeze
a voice so clear, so true
The glory of such symmetry
so more than fills the eye
To the beauty of such poetry
this hopeful heart draws nigh
In natural peace all love is born
To live and thrive each blessed morn
Poem Of The Week of 3/19/2017
Best New Poem of the Month 4/01/2017
If only this poetry could define,
how your presence takes me towards cloud nine.
Your touch brings sensations that feel divine,
yet, my tongue is quiet, fighting this muse of mine.
Waiting for the moment our lips can greet,
your sweet voice takes control of my heartbeat.
I sigh hallelujah, as our eyes meet,
the taste of your mouth makes my life complete.
Suddenly the pen flows like buoyant streams,
describing love that's only seen in daydreams.
I'm just a star within universal schemes,
basking within the passion of your moonbeams.
Our love can't be hidden in a metaphor,
you're the poem my pen will always adore.
3 February 2019
imagery, lonely, love, perspective, poetry, winter,
How fast to wiles I fell my damask rose,
awake from slumber slept untold ages.
To gaze so deep in ocean eyes repose,
and print whispered prayer on mind's pages.
Your soul in gleaming shadow found complete,
a thirst no other want or wish contrived.
Nor cherry grown upon the branch so sweet,
without cold and dark of Winter survived.
What heart loved without a madness looming,
secure from injury sure to tarnish.
Unbroke.,though alone in sadness' glooming,
and held away from love's fruited garnish.
How true the dove devoted in flight still,
that lasted in love, more than ever will.
appreciation, love, poetry,
Love's tend'rest touch, your gentle words reveal
Caress my soul. sweet poet, with your verse
Write dulcet lullabies which make me feel
Secure, like infants held at breast to nurse
Turn tears of sadness into peaceful streams
Make whispered breezes whisk my strife away
Put passion in my fantasized daydreams
Paint troubles in to flowery bouquets
And even though I know they're not for me
I steal your soothing love just like a thief
This load I carry lightens suddenly
Because my broken heart has found relief
Your words are like a song, please sing to me
Sweet poet, how I love your poetry
an original poem by Daniel Turner
autumn, lost love,
Like violets were her eyes when first I spied
the lady with a sweet child’s face who peeked
at me from bushes that she stood beside,
alluring Lilah, beaming, apple-cheeked!
And so it was that more and more I found
myself among the lilacs in that place
where first we’d met, that I might hear the sound
of Lilah’s laugh and glimpse her angel’s face.
On fragrant garden paths we knew the thrill
of blossoming affection. Poetry
was time we spent! But when my love fell ill,
the autumn of our bliss was not to be. . .
I visit Lilah now where she’s at rest
nearby the lilac blooms she liked the best.
Honey vapour scents travelled among seduced tepid zephyrs.
This was not a dream for I was within the realms of reality,
as fate's footsteps led my heart back to forgotten pastures.
Her persona was poetic personification, yet I was lost for words,
so in simple silence, souls serenaded suppressed symphonies.
The idyllic radiance of her eyes became a timeless memory,
the warmth of our first kiss an eternal celestial connection.
21 June 2018
Example for seven lines of romantic heaven poetry contest
anxiety, dark, emotions, fate, grief, pain, sorrow,
Hope, A Little Remained
She walked the creaking floors of the rat-infested room,
trying to remember what tragedy had sent her to this shabby place.
Her heart felt the desperate pains, that lost love sends in aching waves,
praying her sleeping infant does not wake and cry out from its feverish thirst.
He paced the cold cell, languishing in deep misery, heart shattered,
each step an eternity echoing curses, a testament to his broken pride.
Although thousands of miles apart, he felt her loss, never-ending sorrows,
dawn would come, priest would take his last confession, yet Hope remained.
For Silent One's, eight lines of fate, when you wonder if it is too late.
Besma Riabi Dziri
africa, beauty, happiness, home, pride, tribute,
I want to word my very Love for you
though as a shy child, I start to stammer
a beloved Mother, my sole bijou
as I am of your prime Land enamoured.
A rose breathing the scent of your terra
born and bred knowing no other home soil
how can I bear the burn of your Summer
anger and worry within my chest boil.
I want to paint my very pride in you
with drops of my blood and ivory star
then draw your nature and beauty anew
how would my poetry meet who you are?
To my dear mother, shall I, You compare?
TUNISIA, Your Love, I'll ever bear.
life, love, philosophy,
I asked to my father
Baba, What is life ?
He politely said to me, " Life is Duty . "
I asked to my mother
Maa, What is life ?
She said to me with smile, " Life is Responsibility . "
I asked to my teacher
Sir, What is life ?
He said to me with love, " Life is Education . "
I asked to my spiritual master
Gurujee, What is life ?
He said to me with confidence, " Life is Devotion . "
Today my son who reads in class nine
Babai, What is life ?
I have said to him, " Dear, You are my life . "
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
( Father means BABA, BABAI and Mother means MAA in Bengali language . Gurujjee means spiritual master in Indian society )
appreciation, bird, psychological,
My precious chimney swift
Has named you so mundane
Tethered to the slightest pause
Amid your life upon the wing
Describing you as drab
And flying like a bat
While within me
Your beauty burns
And I thank you so for that
For from my human complications
The conditions of my sin
You do so delightfully
This is my first poem posted to Poetry Soup. It remains one of my favourite own works. It is a love poem, with my whole soul within.
The basis of all beauty is hope,
It gives no cause to sadness...
The sight of beauty will never age the eye,
Its only reflection is from the face of others...
The Grace of beauty bathes the soul with purity,
It never exists until petitioned by an open heart...
Beauty gives life to poetry,
We are as beautiful as we choose to be...
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.
23 October 2019
There was a lumberjack from Borehamwood
A chainsaw mishap took off his manhood
His Love life now a mess
And it caused him great stress
So he made himself one out of some wood .
He went to bed one night full of desire
Sue his wife put on her sexy attire
Things got steamy and hot
He gave it all he got
But with passion and friction it caught fire .
Written 5th March 2019.
For make me actually LOL 2 poetry contest
Sponsored by Nina Parmenter.
for her, innocence, integrity, love, rose, snow, trust,
I think I know the Name of Purity,
It is Your Name -- it holds clear water well!
A Chalice carved almost to shattering,
A white rose, that alone, grows in the dell
With drops of ice adorning its still face
The warmth of heart that comes with falling snow
The few flakes that adorn your lashes, by grace
Delightful cold that creeps up from below
Loquacity that speaks only the Truth,
Amazed by every small, delightful thing
Ubiquitous praise and unbroken Youth
Right Trust, that gave your finger to the Ring
Inevitable Joy, and whispered Love
E'er faithful, that this all is from Above.
Submitted for: Standard Poetry Contest 175
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
cute love, love,
If a cat
caught my tongue
it must have been after that
in my throat
that was after those
in my stomach
Was it vertigo
or did the earth move
I don't know
are all that I need
For Bobby May's
Your Interpretation Of What Love Is Poetry Contest
abuse, courage, deep, heart, inspiration, love, poetry,
Just because she roars
Doesn't mean she doesn't feel
You don't know her ordeal
Stop and think before you squeall
You don't know what she has to conceal
You couldn't possibly know how she feels
She hasn't made any deals
She tries to be real
And Before you appeal
You should love her enough to let her heal
You can try
yes you can
putting wings on an elephant
yes I know you can
Poesi without love
13.03.2015 A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
- Everyone who writes poetry leaves a bit of their soul and heart -
community, sister, women,
Taking the risk,
Baring the soul,
Seeking the wisdom
That shall make us whole.
Raising the arms,
Spreading the wings,
Hearing the music
That deep in us sings.
Stepping the dance,
Chanting the song,
Feeling the sisterhood
Tender and strong.
Sharing the love,
Speaking the name,
Calling the blessing
And lighting the flame.
Take the Dagger from my Heart, Please- Poetry Contest
sponsored by Broken Wing
N/A in Premiere Contest Number 5, Judged 8/27/2016
James Marshall Goff
Grandpa's Fishing Hat
hope and joy
more poetry books
Babar, the Stuffed-Elephant
McCoy Cookie Jars
ties I don't wear
family heirloom recipes
suits I try not to wear
my Children's love
....... Jesus Christ
The day I left Madrid, I waved goodbye
to someone dear to me. I still can see
his dark brown eyes that could not tell a lie,
those same eyes I’d beheld so tenderly
each day when he would show up at my door.
Where is my friend Eduardo, whom I left
behind so long ago and never more
would see again? I know he was bereft
from letters that he sent, and I replied
that we would meet again. I could not know
how wrong I was or if he ever cried
for me. How easily I let him go!
How innocent and beautiful was he!
And he remains so - in my memory.
For the Soulful Words Poetry Contest of Kim Morrison
happy, hope, love,
Myriads of umbrellas
like I’ve never seen
floating upward brilliant red,
yellow, pink and green.
Many happy thoughts must be
in the springtime breeze,
or bright hope could not ascend
high above the trees!
Opened up, hope shelters us
from the rains of gloom.
Losing sight of happiness
would be mankind’s doom.
Peace and love must guide our thoughts
so we might see rise
myriads of umbrellas
through all earth’s blue skies!
In 7/5 Trochee, rhyming style poem
Written 2/26/2014 by Andrea Dietrich For Visual number 4
shown in the SYMBOLISM : THE UMBRELLA Poetry Contest of nette onclaud
beauty, god, sea, thanksgiving,
Watching sunrise, shoreline's ablaze
Love letter sent from Thee
I sing a psalm, an Easter palm
And start my day with glee.
Watching sunset, shoreline's agleam
A note Thou sent with smile
I heave a sigh, a love's reply
And thank God for this isle.
No. 2 Shoreline
Let Me Feel Your Lines - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
31 March 2015
Light blue tears on parchment, how softly my pen
weeps for you. Ribbons of verse bind, pull tightly
on oozing emotions. Devoted words lie embalmed
in true affection, line upon line of adoration. I am
besotted in ink, controlled by a heart that fills my
page. My pen lies aside my love, my dreams, my
day and night and what you are to me. Your kisses
are the words planted and my future granted.
africa, arabic, art, brother, friendship, introspection, poetry,
gasp for breath
vessels of poetry
love floats above the sea
tides of sadness
planted in marshlands
living for words
no longer matters
I embrace my brother
love his might
standing on cliffs ledge
gazing this new morn
softly I whisper
we are one
Connie Marcum Wong
care, devotion, happiness, love, soulmate, trust,
What is Love
Trust - unconditionally in that someone special.
Faith - and devotion through divine destiny.
Contentment - in knowing love is equally reciprocated.
Soul connection - that tethers a couple together forever.
A four line poem on what is love Poetry Contest~Second place~
Sponsored by: Faraz Ajmal