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Poem Details | by Maurice Yvonne |
Categories: best friend, cute love, desire, funny love, lost love, love, love hurts, lust,

I Think Of You - An Alternative Universe - 6


From childhood it was a world of two...you and I...
I leaned lightly, leisurely against your heart and you let me in.

We were five I use to draw you rose scented flowers
using an ordinary led pencilYouth! The world was ours.

Seven!  I know that was the first time I saw you blush.
I whispered a song for you so no one else would hear.

Oh when we were nine! The potato sack race I entered with Lisa.
 You gave me that lookOh that look!  And you  left without a word.

At eleven years old I had my "magic wink""A Magic Wink" you'd
say sarcastically How it made you giggle to make fun of it.

It was at thirteen we decided to burn the gym floor with our moves.
Our first dance You stole my breathEmptied the room of oxygen.

Fifteen...we started running and my God we ran and ran...
our shoe prints dug into the concreteIt was then I knewForever.

Then suddenly at seventeen in the slip of time you left, dissapeared.
Stunned! I slept through the next two years even in the full light of day.

At nineteen I swam an endless pool but even the chlorine couldn't
clear your scent from my memory as my spirit filled out hard as steel.

Was it on my twenty first birthday you showed up? You showed up
 tried to hug me helloSilent! Cold! I turned and walked away.

Was I still twenty one when I apologized for that dayWhen you asked 
for an explanationI recited false words but we both knewHurt for hurt.

Then at twenty five we still had issues to work outI asked you bluntly 
why you cut me loose in the prime of our youthYou my first and only.

I asked the question that burned in my gutWithout words your eyes spoke. 
You were still in love with meThere was only meI your first and only.

Finally our lips met to never part againLeft to wonder why, I accept our 
lives without an answerMy love was thatWhy would I have let you go?

Older than old nowOne last time you leaveDeath makes this choice. 
Alone again I remember how I never knew why once you left.

Not everything  is explained or understood,
like music by a one arm man playing a violin.

I sport my blank stareNaked is the body of life.
Mystery sings blind the song of the lark!

and I...

i think of you.



March 29 2015
Armand





Poem Details | by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: love, romantic,

- I Tried To Say -







                                   On a cloud I wrote - I love you
                                       But the cloud blew away
                                    On a tree I wrote - I love you
                                  But someone cut down the tree
                          In the sand on the beach I wrote - I love you
                                 But the waves wiped them away
                                 In the wind, I cried - I love you
                      But the wind was too strong and no one could hear
                               In a small letter I wrote - I love you
                             But I never posted it - it was never sent
                                      But you know - I love you
                                    and my heart belongs to you




19.02.2013
A-L Andresen :)


Poem Details | by Carole Duet |
Categories: abuse, conflict, jealousy, love, lust, magic, poetry,

Poetry Soap

It’s almost time and I must run to watch/read Poetry Soap for fun. It comes on every day at this time and I don’t want to miss a single rhyme. Some are about a long-lost lover written by a secret poet undercover. Some are about jealousy and some about trust with rhyming lines filled with lust. Competition is part of their game with bards and musicians hiding their name. They covet a prize and praise galore laid at their feet and virtual door. But when Poet A falls in love with Poet B you can bet there’ll be flaming words from Poet C. Or when Poet D gets Poem of the Day Poet E will have something to say. Sometimes it’s fun to read the rhymes of hate whenever I can’t sleep and stay up late. Battles of wits, Poets who have fits, Some who sing, Some who sting. Magical flights to lands of old written with passion and pens of gold. But it’s the humble ones I adore whose words are pure, their egos left at the door. Each episode an unending story with poets and their pets seeking glory. It’s addicting like dope. I don’t want to miss today’s episode of Poetry Soap. By: Carole O’Terry Duet Copyright: 9/26/2017 “All Rights Reserved”


Poem Details | by Daniel Turner |
Categories: appreciation, love, poetry,

Caress My Soul Sweet Poet

Love's tend'rest touch, your gentle words reveal
Caress my soulsweet 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

 


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: angel, beauty, child, hope, solitude,

Love Sleeps, Never Dies

An old man
A Grumpy bitter old man
Bitter face
Red nose
Wrinkled beady eyes
Scruffy clothes his best attire

Life has not been kind
So his bitter words bite those around
He lived alone, inside his madness
Leave me be and go to hell
His favorite expressions

The phone rang one night late
This is the Court sir, your brother’s son and family 
Have been in a terrible accident
Only your niece of four survived
When can you pick her up?

The old man was in a daze
What the hell was he being punished for now
Keeping care of a dam kid
What the bloody hell did he know about that?
"Well sir, we will be expecting you tomorrow, 9am prompt please"

Walking back to his flat, with a 4 year old girl in tow
Well the neighbors gawked to say the least
The poor little girl, tears and teddy, trying to keep up with grumpy
Once inside his flat, he looked at her with disdain
Said "Guess you be expecting some food or some such"

She nodded, as sad as she was, she was indeed hungry
He showed her the cupboard and fridge, milk and cereal in there
Help yourself, and wash the dam dishes afterwards
Don’t got no extra bed, so you sleep here on the couch
She nodded silently, thinking the world truly must have ended

Days, turned into weeks, turned into months
This little girl complained not once
All she could think of was her pain
Mummy and daddy were in heaven where ever that was
Why they left her was truly confusing

Friday was her birthday
She was sad and missing her family
Getting ready, she went to the cupboard for dinner
The old man said what the hell you doing that for?
She shivered in fear, he was always so so so mad

She apologies, sorry uncle Pete
He replied you sit your self down right there
And you be quiet you here?
Then the lights all of sudden went out
Bright tiny candles burned in the night

The old man, said, is your birthday after all
Hope you don’t mind these little cupcakes I got us here
She looked at him with new eyes
He turned, not quite smiling, no miracles just yet
They ate in silence after which, he said good night and happy birthday

The next morning even they really never talked
Other than who does what chores
Or how expensive she was to care for
She asked out of the blue
"Uncle, why do angels have wings?"

In his usual grumpy way, he replied
"So they get the hell away from us as fast as they can is why
This world is no place for happiness or angels get used to that"
She was taken back by his bitterness, still………
She replied, “but I dream on them looking over me uncle"

Well he looked at her, and somewhat softly and with unusual kindness
He answered her "that’s because you are one of them, a sweet little angel"
She ran into his arms and gave him a big hug
This was a very good thing.
For then she could not see the single tear the dropped to the floor

He actually hugged her back and with all of his heart
That day, a day for most people that was a normal day
Was for him and his little charge, a miracle
A small loving child, held that secret key
To opening an old mans heart


Poem Details | by Justin Bordner |
Categories: beauty, creation, desire, love, poetry,

Poetry Pillar

When Light needed a body to behold, and color to kiss,
as Darkness dreamnt to die in the dawn of depth,
when Soul lustered to lust for learning, and being learned,
as blood bespoke to bones for building a star of flesh,
when Time needed the umbrage of it's ubiquity to be understood,
the moment texture tempted touch to tease with a thousand sensations,
when laws of love sought a language to express the extremes of it's lips,
as romance rampaged through the ravishings of famished hearts,
when the seduction of sorrow made heros of loving men and women,

When Justice appealed to the instincts of intent for inscriptions of innocence,
as bravery found battle in basic questions of survival and conquest,
when war demanded a metaphor in the terror of it's diligent destruction,
as Faith found resolve in seconds small along with giant gestures,
Death singing melancholoy for sympathy and Life haughty upon it's horizon,
when Angels chose to wear albatross of gold to feel the rue of rogues,
as the most perfect woman ambushed the ideals of rumored beauty,
when God wanted imagination to create immaculate reality
Poetry began, born in the instant of forever Art,
because, the only promise of a Poet, is Passion -

Dedicated to Poetry...J.A.B.


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: angst, beauty, conflict, death, heartbroken, love,

She by the Sea

I see the pain
Reflected via turquoise blue
Of the oceans hue
She stares out into the oceans depth
Lost
Her lover dead under the sea
The waves have made her destiny

I stare at her
From a hill above the shore
Her pain cripples me such
That I can not move

How can I love this woman so
The small of her back
Invites me to hold her
Caress her tears into the sea

The salt water offers comfort
Massaging her feet
The sun glitters with hopeful endeavors
That neither of us feels at all

I am in love with this woman
Since a wee child long ago
Her pain is my pain
Yet my guilt I carry alone

Tomorrow
We both will stand hand in hand
To bury her husband
My brother

As I keep secret my love and desire
Only wishing her sadness to ebb
Into the sea that took hold of part of me
My brother I loved and honored

So on the hill above the shore
I stare at the woman I always adored
Oh brother forgive me my thoughts
As I wish to comfort your lovers broken heart


Poem Details | by Sandra Haight |
Categories: poetry, poets, words,

For the Love of Poetry


For love of poetry, spellbound am I
by force, that takes me to the land of words.
Beyond control, this power has its way
that leads me to uncover heart and soul.

This overwhelming power captures me;
like an addiction, I consume fine words
for them to shape the thoughts within my mind;
create great imagery that can be read.

And only fellow poets know this pain
of finding special words to paint a theme.
This search for us becomes a magic hunt
of hide and seek to capture them like prey.

Consuming is this poet’s gift of pen;
the task can be a tiresome marathon
of hours or days, and yet, if lucky can
flow out in minutes on the first clean page.

This love of writing poetry runs deep;
an inner urge that cannot be dispelled;
as captor, captive both, the poet’s goal…
to find some balance in completed works.


Sandra MHaight

~10 Place~
Premiere Contest: Mania
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
Judged: 11/07/2017

Blank Verse: Poetry, distinguished by having a regular meter, but no rhymeThe meter most commonly used with blank verse is iambic pentameter.





Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: deep, dream, lost love, love,

Kiss the Wind

I lay down
A lazy Sunday afternoon
The first winds from the north
Blowing snow like a blanket upon our souls

I fall asleep, in a haze of dreams
Where there she appears and forgive the obvious
The woman of my dreams
Never undressed, mind nor body

Here, in my delusion I beg for her heart
Tears roll down upon her chest
I whisper softly, tell me, tell me
You are my twin, in coldness and the dark

Entwined, we breathe slowly in silence
Words have flowed like the tears of the past
I hold on, in love, in desperation, in ecstasy
I caress her hair, and whisper be mine

Forever

Then I awoke, another sad day


Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: life, lost love, love,

Desire

Your love touched me.
As a butterfly softly alights on a flower.
I didn't notice until you flew away.


*Note: This poem is about not realizing you love someone until it is too late.


Poem Details | by Chris Green |
Categories: love,

And you were that shore

.

You were skipping stones

and as I watched
a slowly arching ripple 

gently kissing the shore

I found myself wishing 
I was that ripple

and you were that shore


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, garden, imagery, introspection, rain,

The Sands of Love

Two statues of stone
On pedestals in the park
One male
One female
White objects of a perfections beauty
Yet they stood erect and alone
When the rain fell
This was their tears
The stared at each other with longing
The trees grew tall
Season by season the flowers bloomed
Two statues standing erect in the prison of life's hold

A poet walked in the park
Glancing at lovers, kisses at dusk
He stared at the statues above his head
He knew, with dread, the loneliness of stone maidens
He waited for the park to become enclosed in the twilight
With toil and sweat he did succeed on his lark
Pushing the statues close rather than apart
As one statue danced and the other one sang
They kissed the sweetness of night and felt the tears of joy
All because a poet
Wished them a lovers embrace
He knew them like they were his children
For here he was as well
A statue
In love


Poem Details | by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: beautiful, blessing,

The First Gift Of Christmas Was Love

.The first gift of Christmas was love It was bestowed from above It was given to all to both rich and poor to those who are strong or who can easily fall To coloured and white To the ones less smart or those who are bright to muslims and catholics buddhists and protestants To believers and atheists To the young and the old To all humankind. The first gift of christmas was love It was bestowed from above To those who show compassion Forgiveness and their care To those who receive blessings and know the way to share To those who look at others with the eyes of a child and to those who make a space for our little Jesus Christ The first gift of Christmas was love It was bestowed from above May We all search deeper Of this gift be a keeper May this love transmits joy that kind of joy that lasts That joy that lit up faces and our heart embraces That joy that comes to visit and then remains with us Happy Christmas to all my sweet friends and your families love you all Charma.


Poem Details | by Sandip Goswami |
Categories: life, love, philosophy,

LIFE

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
Asked me
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 ) 


Poem Details | by Ezra Vancil |
Categories: anniversary, devotion, love, uplifting,

The softest part

The softest part of a woman
Is not where you may think

Behind the ears 
in the mouth 
or lips of petal pink

inside the knee
inner thigh
you still have not to find
the tender place…
it’s not her face
or curve against the spine

her finger tips
bloom of hips
the nipple, or the eyes
beneath the breast 
 just a test 
to know you really tried

a trick you say!
if not the cradled
skin between the toes
a game to play
who finds the way?
who can really know?

The softest part of a woman though
is nowhere you can touch

with fingertips
or open lips
it’s nothing of the such

Emotion…
you might say above
is everything she lives
but not just love
and then it is
her willingness to give


Poem Details | by Raul Moreno |
Categories: love

Love Poetry

If only for a moment,
I could swoop you away.
I’d plan an entire night,
Easing the stress of the day.

Fresh cut roses in a vase,
And a candle lit dinner.
My mind races with thoughts,
And girl, you’re the winner.

Delve into this ecstasy,
For my love’s not a mirage.
After your lovely dinner,
I’d give you a massage.

Take the load off your feet,
And let my fingers flow.
Lets just sail away,
To wherever this may go.

I want to see you chill,
And clear out your head.
Relaxing with no worries,
As the best lies ahead.

With a cluster of grapes,
And a little red wine.
A hint of soft music,
For you to unwind.

Releasing your tension,
I like to see you smiling.
And the layers of fun,
Are just now compiling.

A late walk on the beach,
Unforgettable memories on sand.
I’d be your noble servant,
Every wish at your command.

If you need to get away,
Come spend an evening with me.
Our action’s would write a book,
Of the greatest love poetry.


Poem Details | by James Kelley |
Categories: emotions, immigration, inspiration, language, life, love, uplifting,

Language Barrier

I couldn’t understand the language she spoke,

at least not all of it,

but the emotion pouring past her lips, 

the tears in her eyes, her clenched and shaking fists

enunciated more clearly,

than any piece of English Poetry I had ever read,

and grabbed me, held me still.

                   …In that moment, her soul was in my arms.

In that finite, tender breath of our lives,

she was my mother, my best friend…

but I could not console her

I didn’t have the words;

and my heart sank into the 

concrete between us,

wet with the pain of God’s rain

and her tears

                  …Were my tears

So, I simply opened my palms

toward her crouched form and 

spoke the only words I could 

fathom, that would be accepted

by a stranger on a dangerous street

"I am sorry, It will be okayGod will bless you."

I knew she did not understand…

"Lo siento" 

                  “que va a estar bien”    

                            “Dios te bendecira’ “ 

the words were as messy as the overturned

duffle bag at her feet…and fumbled, slowly

from my lips, as my knees hit the street.

Two strangers, cried in the rain,

knowing nothing of each other’s suffering,

and yet we shared the weight,

together, for those few moments;

the barrier of language was broken.

Love spoke for us 

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

…Love transcends any language

               


Poem Details | by Sean Kelly |
Categories: lost love

footle... Young Love .

First kiss

Pure bliss


Poem Details | by CHRISDAD KOJO ARTHUR |
Categories: art, beauty, emotions, humor, i love you, love, poetry,

SPEECHLESS SPOKEN WORD ARTISTE

SPEECHLESS SPOKEN WORD ARTISTE

So if my vocal folds can’t collaborate to produce sounds to communicate loudly to your beautiful mind that I have an endless mission of loving you, can’t there be any mere articulation in my vocal tract to do that? What are my tongue, lips, alveolar ridge, hard palate and velum doing? I never knew that emotions could shut my speech tractHow I wish my speech tract could connect to my heart, so that I can give you a cord of love inserted into my heart, for you to put it into your ears and listen to the words my heart says because I am speechlessI had it in my mind to tell you that you are beautiful, eloquent, and charmingWhen I drew nigh, I decided to start with the word ‘lady’ to show some decorousnessBut I realized my lungs couldn’t even initiate the airstream for my glottis to either widen or narrow to cause my vocal tract to produce the voiceless and voiced sounds in the two syllable word, let alone the nineShould I comply with those who say action speaks louder than words, so that I can gesture for you to get the feelings better? I thought I was one who could speak like a parrot, but I am now slides before you like carrotsBut what could make a spoken word artiste speechless apart from the abnormal? OK! Let’s try establishing causalityThe moment I saw you, you blinked your eyes, so probably that muted meSo if you could do that again, it may set me freeDon’t wait for me to tell you that you can cause distractionDon’t go near a podium mounted by a performer, lest, you will cause distractionBecause that image you carry isn’t what you thinkNot even a mermaid, more than strangePlease set me free because you are gradually becoming ‘head of Medusa ‘ , rays from your eyes are communicating with mine and making me motionless like lot’s wife is Sodom and GomorrahI came out of volition but it is now at your discretion to let me go, so please take off your eyes and set me free.

Tension within me had converted into electrical energy and burnt my speech tractSo what I am going through is beyond dumbFrom a distance, I was in haste to meet you, but the moment I set my eyes on you, as though there were a speed rump- I started moving like a tortoiseWhat broke the camel’s back was when your eyelids became a canon camera and gave me flash, I became staticI wonder why I am speechlessI wonder why I am speechlessBecause I am this man who can stand before a lady and produce lyrics more than ‘sarkology’ album, so I wonder why I am speechlessI could make a lady swim deeper in the pool of sweet words, so I wonder why I am speechlessMovement of my negative lips could attract positive ladies, so I wonder why I am speechlessPerhaps we are both negatives, so we repelHow I wish my vocal folds will touch along their edges from my thyroid and open slightly at my arytenoids to create a creaky sound like ‘huuh’ for you at least get the air of love, but none is workingI have thin vocal folds that can produce nice sounds like the lead guitar, so I wonder why I can’t even stammerMy phonetics is not working, let alone deploy my syntax for you to use your morphology in breaking down the words to achieve semantics How unfortunate it is that my speech tract couldn’t let out the words my mind has been saying since the beginning of this piece.

 


Poem Details | by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: cute love,

- Whatever you do -




You're my sunshine
after the rain 
Whatever you do
whereever you are
Promise me forever

You're the light that
has always seen me through
Whatever you do
whereever you are
Promise me forever

Feels like I’m dreaming 
but I'm not sleeping
Whatever you do
whereever you are
Promise me forever

You're everything
that I ever wanted
Whatever you do
whereever you are
Promise me forever




01.02.2015
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved



Poem Details | by SKAT A |
Categories: adventure, art, beauty, encouraging, first love, inspirational, journey, me, vanity, visionary,

FORGOTTEN TREASURE

FORGOTTEN TREASURE

I've found the fountain of youth
When I stumbled across the forbidden garden
Right in the middle of everything
Was what I imagined being a wishing well
I at once tossed a quarter into the sea
Facing down, puzzled as can be
I peeked in to ensure where it fell
I tipped over and that's when I saw my vanity
It was sitting there waiting for me
The reflection was before this day and age
I thought, what could this be?
With one drop on my taste buds
I knew I found the one true key
The most beautiful thing that can set one free
I reached in to touch the poetry inside me

             SKAT


Poem Details | by David Meade |
Categories: love, snow,

Snow Love




                                  feel the mountains shake

                            deep snow moans of pleasure rise

                                      freestyling in love  


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David Meade
12/13/2014
Live Generously


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: betrayal, divorce, freedom, money, wisdom,

How much do I love thee

How much do I love thee
Let me tabulate all the ways

I bought you a new Mercedes
	With gold plated tire rims
I bought you a humongous diamond ring
	The size fit for all Royals and King
I bought you a store of the finest lingerie
	Secrets still held at the door by decree
I bought you a garden of roses so red
	My love was surely in bloom, or so they all said
I bought you a ticket to heavens pearly gates
	So that in paradise you’d have not to even wait
I bought you your very own private Lear jet
	To see the world through champagne eyes
My love was a vault and you emptied it dry
	My heart has now learned to never cry

How much do you love me?
Your lawyer seems to know

You claimed mental duress
	Suffering under such stress
The Mercedes was the wrong color so I am told	
	I should have known, pink, not gold
The diamond ring was too heavy to wear
	Your back injuries caused you painful despair
The lingerie didn’t cover you just right
	So medical ailments kept you up many a nights
The roses in bloom where not the right flower
	Your allergies they caused, thus making you sour
The ticket to heaven you plain out refused
	Said it was one way, and that just wouldn’t do!
You had no issues riding my Lear jet 
	You rode the pilot as well, a mile high kinda bet
My love you tossed into the bin out in back
	The divorce lawyer smiles at me, saying she sure is great in the sack 

The moral of the Story is this!
If you are sitting at the table, and
You see a few beetles scurrying about
Maybe even whistling a tune or two
Listen carefully to what they say


Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: august, beautiful, beauty, care, city, dark, dream, farewell, first love, for her, friend, friendship, girl, girlfriend, how i feel, i love you, lost, night, poems, poetry, summer,

I dreamed a dream of You

Yesterday I dreamed a dream,
that had no end.
You in your white gown, and long, black hair flowing.
You were calling my name.
I heard you, but I couldn't reach you!

And when I say your soul was tainted.
You went out in the night life.
You dressed in your black, evening ball gown.
You danced till the Red Sun came out, over the horizon.

You smiled at me.
A flame in my heart burned red hot!
My knees and hands shook with nerves;
Nerves of love and joy.
I blew you a kiss,
but you turned away!
Oh, please don't turn away from me,
for I would die, if it happened again!

Your beautiful and golden heart showed me the truth.
The truth that every gentleman wants to hear.
I've seen you walk the streets,
in the blue dawn of August.
As I followed you, you stopped and looked at me.
You smiled so beautifully, and my heart fluttered into oblivion!

You walked with your friends and I went my way.
I couldn't find a single trace of you that day.
I cried out "Why did I leave her like this?!"
I looked for you, all over the courtyards and town squares!
Yet no sight of your beauty.
..No sight of your golden heart, that I hold so dear to mine.
Where did you go?
Why did you leave?
Why did I leave..that is the question!

I should have stayed by your side,
till the ends of time.

Yet I had left.
Why...?

One gloomy and parish midnight.
I came along a road,
and soon found myself in front of a wayward cafe.
Smiling faces all around me.
I spotted a beautiful face that outstood all the other faces around me.
It was yours.

Your face brought me to sanity and I went over too you!
You spotted me and tried to run!
I caught you in the dirty hallway and pulled you in.

Our eyes met and I fell in love once again.
Sanity re-entered my mind, body and soul.
I kissed you and you kissed back.
You held my hand, and we left the cafe and walked down the street.

The street was gloomy, yet we together brightened the dark street.
We went back to the lit up city streets, of the lands filled with smiling faces,
and we fell in love and slept together.

You lay there in my restless arms and I gave you a sweet kiss,
upon your sweet and soft head.
Your dark hair was sweet smelling and felt of silk.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep with you,
there in my arms and we dreamed together
till the morning came and woke me up,
and took you away from my weak and weary arms.

I dreamed a dream of you.


Poem Details | by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: beauty, care, heart, love,

- Listen To Your Heart -


Between the clouds..
It's called gut feeling for a reason
You made me believe in miracles

Between the clouds..
One of the most profound need for a
human being is to love and be loved

Between the clouds..
I will always walk by your side
The future is written in our hearts

Between the clouds..
Beauty will never shed a tear or hate
Love is beauty blended with lights of the evening sun

Between the clouds..
Our love is sent from above with angel wings
We'll never have to wonder...the sky is always blue






29.06.2015 A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: beauty, heart, life, love,

A Lady in Red

Yesterdays love
Buries me in memories
I long for times
When a kiss was truly an exotic marvel
I hug the sorrows of treasured losses
I, a man weep, silently and alone
If only you, the lady in red knew
The feelings stirred inside this hardened man
I toss the guns aside, fighting a fool’s game
There is no true fame for a dead hero
I knelt too often at the graves of my comrades
My sword defends not even honor, no more
I am, but a simple man
As I gaze into my childhood
I long for a world
Where a child is never a soldier
Where no heart goes unheard
All roads lead to happiness
No more highways to evil deeds
No more Isis 
No more hate
No more bombs from the skies
I gaze upon a park bench
There she is below the raven
My lady in red
No where to go
No legs to carry her dreams away

She leaves in her wake
A trail of blackness
The darkness of horrors
The darkness of infinite pain
Yet there she sits
Elegant and beautiful
Staring 
Facing down the terror
Nightmares that attack ones essence

An inspiration overtakes me
On impulse
I pick her up
She has a curious look upon her
What prey tell are you doing?
I look her in the eyes
I whisper to her
I am saving my heart, not you
I am redeeming my soul

She has but a worried look upon her face
I say fear not, I see inside of you
It shall be you who saves me
Your elegance
My kiss
Entwined
As we encounter loves journey

As they say

It’s a walk in the park


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: beauty, creation, cute love, innocence,

She's Wet

I took her hand at sweet sixteen
Kissed her on the cheek
The clouds looked down
We were about to be drowned
No umbrellas to protect our dreams

I held her hand
As we ran and ran
Raindrops kissing our cheeks
I gazed up at her delicious peeks
I said sorry sweet, do not cry

A tear she shed
As she bled
Her love was cut in two
She looked at me, as if to plea
Shivering she said, don’t mind me I am wet

Wipe away my damp memories


Poem Details | by Russell Sivey |
Categories: love, poetry,

Love in Poetry

How do I write my love in poetry? Spin it around a needle’s company I succumb to the wishes that’s displayed Straight into my heart, a bed that is made Words that focus not on the worldly things Making love formed by surely everything Almost all my chimed poetry is filled Tinging of the bells on my window sill My poems flow from my pen to your head Allowing even the strange come to bed Obstinate people combined with some change Must read of my love, they will rearrange My lovely other, sits upon the throne Love ties us as one, prepares what is known Russell Sivey


Poem Details | by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: beautiful, blue,

Love Is Not And Love Is

Love is a small big word Many times written but easily mispelled All ears can hear it All eyes can read it but few will feel it Only the special ones will understand this four letter word which makes all the difference when we walk hand in hand.


Poem Details | by Danielle Wise Baxter |
Categories: adventure, life, lost love, love, nostalgia, death, birth, death, ocean,

Birth and Death

The sun and moon conceived a star shooting through time and space born within the ocean delivered upon its waves while Beethoven's sonatas softly played nightly gales whispered those tunes to all the seashells beach sand passed through coral reefs as soles of lovers feet tread buried in beach fires deep begging the earth most humbly to draw a breath but over the cliff the hurricane's wind blew until death from those turbulent ocean waters came a sailor's truth watching a passing ship with broken sails and ghostly crew waiting as death cast it's ending shadow old, yet new sending those born in ocean waves back to the waters blue in birth and death none shall overcome casting us away to where everything was once created in it's hidden depths and there began an understanding between birth and death, a truce
Inspired by: John FKennedy." We are tied to the oceanAnd when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came." 9112007