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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 Alexis Y. |
Categories: faith, friendship, love,

THE MISSIONARY AND THE BUM



There once was a bumHe 
was the neighborhood drunk
He had a unkempt demeanor
His salt and pepper hair had not 
been washed in years.The 
clothes he wore were  ragged.
His shirt had giant holes in them.
He looked twice his ageIn his 
drunken state he cursed every-
one that came his way.His smell 
was so horrible you might as well
say he showered in whiskey.That 
didn't bother this young missionary 
who lived nearby.Every day she would 
bring the old bum food and clothing.
She would offer him shelter as well.
"Hi sir How are you today?"
"Why don't you just leave me alone
Can't you see I don't want to be 
bothered."he stated with a slur.
"Sir I'm going to leave your food and 
your clothing right here"As she said 
those words she bent down and placed 
his things on the ground.This was their
routine for well over a year.But on this
in particular day the ole drunk appear-
ed to be coherentHe was sober.As 
the young missionary approached him
she said, "Hi SirHow are you today?"
"I'm fine ma'amHow are you?"
"I'm well SirAre you hungry today?"
I brought you some food and water
and some clothes and shoes."He 
shook his head no.
"Ma'am  I don't want anything.How-
ever I do appreciate it soI'm going
home today."
His statement took her by surprise.
"Sir I didn't even know you had a 
home."
"Ma'am I do indeed have a home
I'm homeless by choiceI want you
to know your kindness will not go 
unnoticed."
She knew it wasn't right to judge but 
she thought to herself he has gone 
insane.
" Miss I stopped believing in God a
long time ago but your loving kind-
ness showed me God today."  
"Okay Sir.I'm going to leave these
things and I will see you later.How-
ever the next day the old bum was 
not in his usual spotAnd sad-
ness overwhelmed her spiritThat 
old bum had become a big part of
her lifeShe grew to love him very
muchAs the days went by she con-
tinued to look for him and he wasn't 
thereIt was as though he dropped
off the face of the earth.Today was 
a beautiful day and she was at the
corner,  in the spot where the bum 
sat.Deep in her thoughts as she be-
gan to walk she nearly bumped into 
someoneAs she was about to speak 
she saw this well groomed middle
aged man with dashing good looks.
" Hi Ma'amHow are you?" She recog-
nized the handsome stranger's voice 
instantly.
"Sir is that you?"  She asked just to
 make sure her mind wasn't playing 
tricks on her.
"Yes Ma'am it is meI just came by
 to formally thank you for all of the
 kindness you showed to meI was in
raggedy clothes and never once did
you show disgustYou see I am a 
millionaire that had lost his wayYou 
see my wife of nearly thirty years got 
ill and passed awayIn that moment I 
lost my mind because my home didn't
exist anymore."
As he finished telling his story little 
tears began to fall from her eyes.
Through small sobs she said,
 " I'm sorry for your lossI will con-
tinue to pray to God on your behalf."
" Ma'am your prayers is why I stand 
here today.If God had not sent you 
my way I would probably still be lost
Please don't cry for me I will be okay"
He reached in his pocket and pulled
out an old business card and handed
it to her.
"Take my cardFeel free to call me any-
timeAll that  I have now belongs to you
Do you remember that day when I told
you that your loving kindness would not
go unnoticed?"
As he said those final words he turned
and left, leaving the young missionary 
dumbfounded.


 

10-29-16
Alexis Y


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: absence, i miss you, lost love,

Silent Goodbye

I forgot myself today
as melancholic melodies 
overwhelm each beat
of my wandering heart.

The sanctimonious sun deceives
as a bitter breeze breathes
against sullen silent surfaces.

Recycled emotions penetrate
with a repetition of deep sighs.
My spiritless soul strays, but is
happy to be lost in lyrical lament.

As the Nightingale chants its
continuous regretful resonance,
the tip of my tongue aches
to whisper your amorous name, but 
holds back knowing you can't hear.

Without your enchanted vision,
neglected eyes perish
Without your perfumed presence,
senses remain scentless.
Without your tender touch,
fragile petals won't blossom

As a cascade of sandcastle emotions
infiltrate stubborn sierra barriers.
Violent tears erupt,
demolishing hardened walls.
What used to be bitter breaths and 
spiteful sighs are now regretful cries.

Your silent goodbye still haunts
as the lips grieve for one last kiss.
I forgot myself today,
but have not forgotten your love.

The Silent One
Simple Musing
29 November 2017 
(Fiction)


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: longing, love, , Lullaby,

Pathway to love

As I sit watching fusions of saffron and scarlet hues elegantly charm the horizons. Silently, fluffy lush clouds float by like a magnetic field drawing me closer, in hope they may lead me to you. So I ponder maybe love is like the sunrise so many see it - yet so few feel it. Just the thought of my beloved, leads to these poetic fingers bleeding. As they drown in an abundance of words, that can only be soothed by her luscious lips. For these sentimental eyes yearn to caress her tender skin. So, I set upon the path to discover, if it shall lead to the realms of my lover. A path that I have once trodden upon before, but the soul demands to travel upon it once more. After all I'm only human, the love she planted in my heart still remains and how can I love another, when the heart refuses to give permission. Time has kept us apart. I float to her like a butterfly, and shall float until I reach her province. For this not just an infatuated sensation, you may hear in a fairy tale or sung in a lullaby. Her love is the only sensation of infatuation, as she holds the formula to my alchemist heart. I know I can't simply take her heart, it can only be given to one. But without her the world is cold, and I live for the day she will wrap me up inside her heart and never let me leave. For the love she gave, is still the only one I crave. I long to walk together amongst bluebells and ambrosial roses, roaming through an oasis of enchanted blossoms. Her arms will become my sanctuary. To create a masterpiece of serenity, to achieve an eternal state of tranquillity. I hope before first site of twilight, her perfect vision brings justice to this write. In a world full of expectations, I may lose the passion to exist. Just one beautiful gesture, will help me to remember how to smile For, I know her radiant eyes will provide clarity, the warmth of her kiss will be my remedy. The Silent One 8 November 2017 Simple Musings.


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: community, friend,

A Love Letter to My Friends of India

When I think of India, I think of dark eyed beauties, their foreheads painted with decorative red dots, and I see them moving deliciously in beautiful bright costumes as bangles dangle from their slender wrists. When I think of India, I think of a culture steeped in history and tradition: folkloric music, myths, and dance, and the influence of the Hindu religion. I visualize the rich and poor alike bathing themselves in a river called Ganges. I see an olden time when mighty elephants, colorfully decorated, carried men atop their backs on elegant elephant seats, and I recall pictures in my geography studies of the white sacred cows freely roaming the narrow streets of Delhi. I recall a novel I read: Rudyard Kipling’s engrossing tale of a jungle boy and also other novels depicting a clash of cultures as the British imposed their rules on Indian society. I think of current movies showing the seedy side of India such as one named Slumdog Millionaire and a movie to contrast it, the romantic Bollywood delight named JabTak Hai Jaan Furthermore, I recall the grace and good nature of the Indian people depicted in a film called The Best Ever Exotic Marigold Hotel. When I think of India, I think of the Taj Mahal, Kama Sutra, and curry, and also I recall horrible stories of Bride burnings now banned and by contrast, the good works of Mother Teresa, who labored there among the poor, and I think of the man who is probably the most recognized by Americans as a good and strong example of leadership: Mahatma Ghandi. All these things are the sum of what I have learned about India in my lifetime. But what do I really know of India? What I have learned recently relates to poets I have come to know at this website and who have shown me through their poetry and their communication with me, a more personal side of the Indian people that I never used to know. Through the poetry of Ravindra I have learned the love of an Indian for his heritage and how he emulates his father‘s work through beautiful translations. From poets like BL and Jag, I’ve learned more about the deep and philosophical nature of the Indian poet! Through great friendships with people like Kashinath, Yesha and Yasmin, and Guatami I have come to learn about the actual personalities of dear Indian people whose life experiences, struggles and desires are not so different from my own, and also I am able to enjoy their eloquent words as they describe their own emotions, passions, and love of nature through their poetry. Perhaps their culture adds a flavoring to their words and phrases that is a bit different from my own, but in the end, we are all alike beneath the skin. Whether from India or any other country, we are, all of us, becoming a part of a global community in which our differing backgrounds can be accepted and even better - celebrated! Thank you I say to all my poet friends whose words enrich my life, but in particular, today I thank my friends from India, for helping me to really see how beautiful you are and to understand your country better through knowing YOU.


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

I'm just a man

You sat there crying with tears rolling down you face Asked me why I didn’t show you any compassion All I could say was that: ‘I’m just a man’ I should have wiped away your tears and held you tight Told you I loved you and everything will be all right Yet, I showed no emotion, because ‘I’m just a man’ All the answers to your questions, I couldn’t find I was impatient, because ‘I’m just a man’ All those times you would scream and shout went unnoticed I thought you would calm down after the silence I never meant to hurt you, but ‘I’m just a man’ I can still remember the day you said goodbye I was so confident you would come running back I wish I wasn’t so arrogant, but ‘I’m just a man’ I saw you walking the other day with another guy I can’t help but be jealous, because ‘I’m just a man’ I saw you smile and you seemed so happy Finally, you met someone who understood you Who will show you compassion and hold you tight You deserve a real man, not someone still a boy But how could I understand, when I don’t understand myself I was an unloved child who lost his childhood Nobody taught me how to become a man Nobody told me the difference between right and wrong Nobody taught me how to love and care for another School didn’t teach me anything about life Now here I am again all alone, dealing with the ghost of the past Even though you don’t think so, I did love you deeply Guess I didn’t say it enough, because ‘I’m just a boy I hope you have forgiven me for the times I hurt you Because ‘I’m not a man’, ‘I’m just a boy’ The Silent One Simple Musing Originally posted 9 September 2015


Poem Details | by Akkina Downing |
Categories: absence, desire, home, longing, love,

Home Collaberation with Silent One

Standing in the heart of this city
in awe of spectacular lights illuminating tall buildings.
Millions of strangers rush to and fro.
Who would've thought I would be here of all places.

But here I am feeling misplaced
in a place where no one knows your name

I fasten the winter coat tight 
to keep my heart wrapped warm,
because this city of strangers is so cold.
People wandering like bad actors struggling 
to play their part with faces lacking expression.

Concrete towers seem to imprison me
in a place my soul does not belong.
I walk the same path monotonously,
wondering where it all went wrong.

But here I am feeling lost and alone
I'm smiling but only to keep the dancing tears at bay.

I can't be someone who I'm not,
nobody seems to appreciate that I'm misunderstood

And the dream that brought me here today,
now wants me to return home.

As my naked breath freezes in the air,
for a moment tired eyes close.
A smile sneaks through reminiscing Chamorro dreams.
Bathing under a blazing sun whose rays 
glow through clear azure skies.
Crystal sapphire seas invite my soul
to immerse in tranquil waves,
peacefully admiring pestrel and
shearwater birds soaring high above.

I can almost hear warblers chirping melodic songs 
of home, perched on a parade of paipai and coconut trees.
Scents of colourful plumeria and hibiscus petals 
draw my senses closer to my heart's province.

Old foot prints have now washed away.
How I long to walk on sands of my forefathers,
where loved ones await with open arms.

A major honor to collaborate with Silent One 

             12 January 2018


Poem Details | by Winged Warrior |
Categories: destiny, fate, love,

Loves Luculent Light

Love’s Luculent Light Beyond the portals of time exist immaculate immortals incarnates of light, helped by the Angels to seed sempiternal love into our earthly existence. In Perpetuum within the gardens of bliss where love is benevolently breathed, upon its creation a vortex of golden light emanating from the veils of eternity. ~~~ Beyond all that is, love travels through light and finally rests upon my face, as the pores absorb its ecstatic ever essence, my body resonates in ecstasy. Beyond the realms of reality, my love spreads throughout the infinite voids, until it gently falls and rests on your flavorous face..thus a new love is born. Jennifer Lopez - Feel The Light (From The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack, Home) June.28.2018 Eight lines of fate, when you wonder if it is too late Sponsored by: Silent One


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 Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: love, passion,

A Getaway To Ancient Venice

I can still recall the look upon His face Each thought still makes me go to that enchanting place The vernal air was floral sweet and honey breezed We roamed along Venice's zigzagged lanes and cobbled streets On our secret rendezvous,We hugged affectionately under pastel gothic galleries Greeted by the aromatic smell of freshly brewed roast coffee beans Strolling along the pigeon-filled piazza San Marco We wandered hand in hand,in the serenissima ancient floating land Street musicians played their flutes.as We sat on a roof-top wooden terrace We glanced at merchants sell hand-blown murano glass by the picturesque Doge's palace We ate a snack , then walked away towards the old opera house which now has risen from its ashes. We sauntered forward through little alleys from where He bought me ,a gold painted venetian mask To my surprise ,He had another gift,a wrapped up scarlet sheer laced basque I peered at him through my dark lashes,He raised his left brow and flashed a smile Expressed his charm in playful ways,in a flirtatious endearing style. Boarded at last on a black gondola,cruised the lagoon and the canals A few light kisses,a few soft brushes,waiting the bell's toll whilst in his arms There we lay in waiting beneath the bridge of sighs We sealed our kiss and promised lips,to the harmonic sound of chimes He leaned on me,I welcomed Him,our spirits been entwined Above,the sky has changed its colour,I watched the sun set in his eyes All I am,I gave to him,my enduring heart- His sacred shrine All that He is He gave to me in once upon a time
Not for the contest,but thanks for the 'Lovemaking in an ancient place contest,inspiration'. This post is inspired by Ancient Venice and the tale of 'The Bridge Of Sighs' The tale goes-If you kiss your loved one with the bell's toll of St,Mark's Basilica, at sunset,beneath the bridge of sighs,the couple seals their love forever. There is another tale to it,a sad one,but preferred to share the happy one : )


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

Last letter to my Beloved

Oh beloved of mine,

Soon time shall no longer be a companion of ours, as the journey ends, our destination remains unclear. You would always say my words are my gift, so I leave these for you; the love poem, I never quite expressed. I remember my first glance, as you sat all alone. Not a cloud in subtle sapphire horizons, yet your forlorn face, only saw overcast skies, as rain poured through your eyes, onto your somber smile. It was the first day I prayed to God, pleading for a rainbow to brighten your day. But then I wonder if you were the treasure, waiting for me at the end. We became passengers on the pilgrimage of love, composing symphonies our hearts had never felt. Pledges and promises set the foundations of our love story, with chapters of smiles, tears, fears, kisses and near misses. I had never noticed the stars, nor was I ever a poet, till the day my soul inhaled your passionate spirit. How blessed was I, to have shared devoted lyrics. Although the music has ended, our songs breathe for eternity. As I ponder, questioning why, about this and that, things I should have said - things I should have done, but It's too late, as darkness and silence will soon arrive, accompanying deep sighs, lost within empty air. These are my last words for you, my precious diamond, you will always sparkle for me, even after our last goodbye.
Silent One 9 December 2018 A fictional poem Example for the Last Letter to my Beloved contest.


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: bereavement, betrayal, dark, death, fate, loss, love hurts,

Dark And Tragic, When Fate Sets Its Black Hand To Decide

Dark And Tragic, When Fate Sets Its Black Hand To Decide


Icy cold had invaded, her heart became a hard frozen tomb
Never again would she allow love to penetrate its new armored shells
That night she had seen one of death's many tragic and ugly faces
Its ancient mask, the one that crushes love's fever and kindness in a mere blink
Now she flows through a vacated life, on wings of sorrow's eternal flight
Awaiting a doom that her crushed soul welcomes in its dark and sunken state.

His death had been tragic, yet made for some of the most interesting news
All the clever twists and turns of an old Hollywood mystery movie script
So ghastly, his head found in the graveyard, atop her lover's white tombstone
His bullet riddled body found miles away in a cheap and tawdry motel room
Perhaps now he knows, how it feels to find Fate's eternal and deadly hand
In his well deserved doom, devil that had sent her into her dark and sunken state.

Robert JLindley, 6-30-2018
Prose, ( Tragedy In One Of Life's Screams)
Not For SilentOne's contest

Note : I rarely ever do ProseStarted with the plan to write for SilentOne's new contest but my muse took me ever onward and this became too long to enter.Giving thanks for the inspiration but it does not meet the eight verse contest requirement.
So I post it now as it is and wonder why my muse so stubbornly refused to stop writing..She vexes me to no end sometimes.....


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 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 Mustapha Mohammed |
Categories: love,

Love

Love is like a fire
It often expires
A comfort that revives
Your tender soul alive.

A blind joy soaring
The loveless signs ignoring
It rises high with freedom's grace
To spring a blush upon your face.

Love is sweet like antique wine  
It breaks the fetters of loveless mind.
Love is loving all the time
Love is a spirit unconfined.

Love is a constant kindness
A joyful untamed madness.
Love jealous not
Or is a selfish glut.


Love is a divine quality
Expressed in purity!


Poem Details | by Doug Vinson |
Categories: love,

Love is Blind

Our fellow travelers,
What measure of trust for them?
The moment's imperfections are easily, even instinctively overlooked -
We risk for their benefit, sacrifice for their good.

Minutes stretched, the holy person spoke to all comers
As I heard love's woman,
Hanging on the pierced and tattooed man.
What did she see, he was fractional to me;
Her freely-given look demanded no return,
Love's area of the mind spreading over others.
Was it that he'd only hit her once?

The sightless mother's fingers over the face of her child
Tenderly traced that juncture of skin and hour,
Acquiring an instant in time.


Poem Details | by Fiona Callaghan |
Categories: childhood, first love,

Dear Victor

Dear Victor

The day you walked in I was just ten years old and for the first time I felt the gentle butterfly flutters of a young hearts innocent attraction
I wasn't the only oneWith your floppy golden hair and aqua blue eyes your arrival caused quite a stir and class distraction
Vivacious, popular among boys and girls alike, open in a way we weren’t used to
Your candour brought forth such delightful laughter and certainly more than the odd blush from me! 
Many a lesson trying not to gaze in your direction
My one and only lashing of the belt for tracing a handwriting exercise in my haste to escape the classroom to join you in the afternoon sunshine
The teacher having left the door tantalisingly ajar so that those still inside were tormented by the sight of shirt tails flying in the breeze and the sweet smell of freshly mown grass
The valentine card I sent (well, had someone sneak onto your chair!) had pride of place, hidden under your pillow at homeYour older sister taking me to show it there, both of us giggling and shushing each other as we went
Any mortification at being unmasked as the sender lost in the sheer giddiness of this sudden turn of events
Never boyfriend and girlfriend, too young for thatWe stole playful kisses during postman’s knock at parties (somehow it was always you who came knocking) and when just a little older, we danced all the slow songs together
New school, new classes, new facesNo falling out, just a natural drifting away
I still liked to catch a glimpse of you amid the throng in the corridor just to know you were okayMy day made if I caught a smile.
Though no longer close, the news you were leaving left me sad and a with quiet sense of lossI never got to say goodbye.
Every year I wished you a happy birthday in my heart - mine and yours being only two days apart.
A chance meeting, an acquaintance not seen since school, tossed me a casual remark - had I heard? Scant details barely registeringNo? Really? I mimicked their casual tone.
Walked away angry, reeling, such tragic news imparted with such lack of feeling
No tears were shed for youHow could they, it wasn’t real, couldn’t be trueJust malicious gossip that had somehow filtered through.
Twenty years on, another chance encounter, this one moss edged and worn
No longer able to deny the truth there etched in stoneFinally the tears flow
I’ll never know what truly unimaginable pain caused you to take your own life nor, selfishly, do I want toI only know that the torture of vicious bullies led to a young life being snatched away.
Forever dear VictorI’ll treasure always my sweet memories of you.


In memory of 
Victor Wladysiuk
9th October 1975 - 10th October 1991

 


Poem Details | by red barchettadrive |
Categories: beach, butterfly, change, imagery, lost love, sea, stars,

The Aurora Illusion

We have our differences in the shadows,
yet, act so different in the light.
Crimson shadows dance 
within our dull routines.

With the moon beneath my wings,
I drink softly from the bottle.
I rehearsed this kiss a thousand times,
as archaic bridges emerge from the fog.

Come softly, butterfly...
Land upon my crooked finger.
The ebb and flow of I don't know
refills my unsure mind.

The aurora illusion,
novels of my life slowly written with light
as green and blue balloons float
away to the moon.

Remember 
that fresh smell
of coffee
mixing with 
the salt of 
the sea?

A table for two 
on the beach,
a starlit sky,
the distant whale cry.
Holding hands, a sip and a sigh.

Burning bonds and bridges,
is just another thought to dole.
I should have told you that I loved you,
instead, I've these tattooed regrets on my soul.


Poem Details | by Paloma P |
Categories: desire, dream, love, moon, romantic, sea, sun,

Surrendered Dreaming

I knew you long before
    pursuit's intention shone,
felt you in sun's fiery warmth
       & shooting star surrender,
heard your voice on soft
  burbled whispers of sweet zephyrs
    and nectar'd songs of hummingbirds,
saw your depths of magnificence
        in sapphire ocean tides
     cresting 'neath effulgent moons
savoring breaths of crystalline
   snowflakes on crisp sea air,
I knew strength in your convictions    
   for it braved every fantasy's illusion
     acquiesced 'tween dulcet desires,
whilst the strong presence of your charms
     envelop'd every night's dreaming


Poem Details | by Hansteven Selfa |
Categories: emotions, feelings, for her, for him, love, rain, sad love,

Rain

The fact of losing you wasn't that much devastatingYou evaporated too fast like waterAnd so it didn't give me affrightI know you're like water, you'll precipitate one day 
 
And so, that one day came by destinyI was in my room when it rained pieces of youI went outside and felt the touch I've missed for somehow a long timeI enjoyed your every drop, the petrichor and the moist 
 
I badly wanted you backI longed for the water which drowns me in loveThe water that gives me life every time I'm dehydratedThe water that forgives whoever I amOnly if I could collect all of your pieces and bring you back to my life forever, without you being gone once moreBut I know, it will never happen 
 
For now, I enjoy your unexpected visits and perchance sojournsI relish your every comingIn that way, I still manage to have you, even though I know you have to evaporate again.


Poem Details | by JeanMarie Marchese |
Categories: love, passion, time, me, blue, me,

Certainty and the Shade of Seven More Months.

He's infuriatingly...

pretty...

and I follow myself over his smile to find my eyes, promising uncertainty and chewing on
my bottom lip with the hunger that resides in...

love...

He rolled me over and kissed my dreams, his mouth became my salvation and I nailed myself
to the bedpost as we made love, my legs became morning while I screamed midnight to the
dawn...

and I had never seen such a beautiful sunrise, I had never seen the beginning color herself so
strangely...

I told him, as our eyes appeared shallow, as the light dimmed and he breathed summer on my
neck...

“Blue is blue, Dear, don't try to shade it with red.”

But he explained to me the art of bruises, he informed me the results were beautiful, and
he held up a mirror to my unmarked skin, places where the black and blue and...

purple...

has dissipated...

while he sheltered my chest with his hand, covering my heart with his palm, and told me
the results still beat...

in.me.

I cried, tears of the rain that once fell in April, and he held me, time slipping between
us, beads of sweat that spoke eternity and seven more months, and I spoke silently so he
could hear me, I whispered his name...

“God, you're beautiful,” he said on the second I realized the sadness had left me, that
she had found content and was studying the games we never played with the fascination of a
child, I touched his cheek with the surreal movements that occur when one has fallen and
been caught and smiled at the thought of us...

I sacrificed my pain that night, I handed it straight over to midnight when the day broke,
I blended the sunrise with blue and watched the sky turn purple with him right beside me,
I counted the minutes to eternity and he laughed at my obsessions as he told me I was...

beautiful...

as he drank my belief off my left shoulder with a kiss...

and I looked at him, in the light, my eyes deep with the memories of the sea, as I kissed
him, with a certainty I never questioned as tomorrow started forever...

and he would live inside me
for seven
more
months.




Poem Details | by James Marshall Goff |
Categories: inspirational, lovelove, i love you,

Forever Love

FOREVER LOVE

 Margie........my one and only........Margie

 love's music echoes timeless
 spring fed      it flows forever

 Pop would get up early, make Mom's hand-mixed
 favorite black and green tea, and when ready,
 he walked down the hallway tinkling her teacup
 with a spoon, gently waking her.

 When he came home each day
 he'd whistle the tune......
 "Margie......how I love you....."
 alerting her that he was near.

 On occasion, his mood would be jubilant
 upon arriving home,
 whistling......
 "Sweet.....Georgia.....Brown!"
 just like his favorite basketball team,
 The 'Harlem Globetrotters'

 Mom was Dad's whole world,
 I could hear his expectant excitement
 in the tone of his remarkable whistling
 whenever I pushed him down the hallway
 in his wheelchair, knowing his one and only
 lifelong love would soon be in sight.

 He couldn't mix and brew her favorite tea
 anymore, or wake her with her tinkling teacup,

 but until the end, he could still whistle!

....and man! 

                       could he whistle!


Poem Details | by Yazmin Malik |
Categories: love,

I loved him first

It was a hot summers day,
an Indian late September.
At first he did not catch my eye,
nor did I notice his eyes.
It was not till I had fallen,
I saw his halo shine.
He wrapped me with his wings,
lifted my dead less body from the ground.
His 'kiss of life', kissed me alive,
that was the first time, 
I felt the magic in his eyes.
His smile enlightened a buzz
withing my heart, which still
vibrates to his voice.

His love is like the wind,
it cannot be seen, but it can be felt.
All those who came before me,
and those who may come in the future,
will never see him like I do,
nor understand his ways.

Yet I know:
he will never be my Jannu,
I know his heart has another,
but I saw him first,
I felt him first,
I loved him first.


Poem Details | by norberto franco cisneros |
Categories: love, nature,

NATURE'S LOVE

The brook follows the path of least resistance
It does not confront obstacles 
It embraces them
Nature knows not war

The landscape is tranquil, peaceful
Nature likes it that way
Rolling shades of green sprinkle the velvet hills with
A myriad display of colorful flowers 
Flaunting the multi-hues of the rainbow

The eye follows the brook’s unimpeded meandering path
A Monarch jig-jaggedly flies in glee
Its life will shortly come to an end but
That’s Nature’s way too

A dark brown and brittle dry leaf 
Detached by a tender wind 
Floats and softly lands on a fallen twig
It remembers where it came from

Clear water caresses the rocks underneath, 
Whispering sweet, gurgling, purling sounds
Its watery arms embraces the smooth stones 
As it fills the cracks between them

This is Nature making love with passion
Subtleties which go unnoticed to the human eye
Are nevertheless relevant in their spirit 
As life unfolds its evolution.
 
When we make lovewho sees us?
Sometimes we don’t even see each other
We often forget that love is tender, giving, 
Nurturing, healing and compassionate
Nature knows this –
We should too.


Poem Details | by Jonathan Moya |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, break up, cute love, dream, longing, love,

Moonlit Dreams

hand in hand we ran, part our way through the crowd
without a light across the meadow glow
in disbelief, false or true? you’re forced to flee
side by side into the night here we go 

moonlit dreams over the midnight sea
if only we could be
moonlit dreams over the midnight sea
you’re all i need
moonlit dreams over the midnight sea
all i wanna dream
all i wanna dream

far and wide you jumped, doved into the flowing tide
quietly, you held your cries, in need you begged and plead
disappeared before my eyes, now this voodoo spell is under me

moonlit dreams over the midnight sea
if only we could be
moonlit dreams over the midnight sea
you’re all i need
moonlit dreams over the midnight sea
all i wanna dream
all i wanna dream

blue violet hues for us to see 
let us be, let us flee, to the sea

moonlit dreams over the midnight sea
if only we could be
moonlit dreams over the midnight sea
you’re all i need
moonlit dreams over the midnight sea
all i wanna dream
all i wanna dream


Poem Details | by Nina Parmenter |
Categories: love, romance,

The Whirlwind - Collaboration with Caren Krutsinger

I was completely, utterly, totally completely in love.
We met last Thursday, our eyes melted into each other’s souls before we spoke.
Together we were beyond sensual, beyond sexy, beyond anything I have experienced before.
There are no words to do our relationship justice.
 
I had fallen hard and fast, and it felt wonderful.
He was all about me, and I was all about us, and then he was too.
By Friday evening we were so in sync, we were finishing each other sentences.
I felt like I had been caught in a whirlwind, and I did not care.
We were nuts about each other, could not keep our hands off each other.
 
I could not wait to introduce him to my family and my friends
As he had become my world, and I had become his.
 
By Sunday, I knew him
I didn’t just know him, I KNEW him - possibly better than I knew myself.
It felt like, in the space of four days, we’d been together for - oh - about seven years.

Itch itch itch.

His stories became boringI knew every ending.
His jokes became tediousI knew every punchline.
And his body - oh how I had feasted on that body - every single pore....
It had nothing more to give.

On Monday morning, I looked at him and he looked at me.
“Shall we...” I said, “Call it a day?” he said.
So we split the chocolate we’d bought on Saturday but were too  lovesick to eat,
And we split the seedlings we’d bought to plant in the garden of our inevitable dream cottage...
And by Tuesday I was...
Over it.


23 July 2018


Poem Details | by Paul Callus |
Categories: granddaughter, grandfather, love,

Santa's Special Delivery: a collab

Brutal was the biting wind,
sweeping brown locks of a tiny urchin 
side to side, often hiding her eyes.
 
Oversized slippers she had donned
were lost in deep snow drifts.
She plodded forth barefoot, risking frostbite.
 
Little daylight remained to guide her;
a dangerous holiday trek she undertook.
Villagers in passing carriages didn't notice her.
 
With snow falling fast and accumulations growing deep,
she didn't realize she'd left the main road.
If only she could find her grandfather's cottage!
 
For Christmas Eve it was,
but in her heart there was no joy.
Her cruel stepmother’s house she left in search of love.
 
As darkness fell, the biting cold increased.
Her weary legs she dragged; with teary eyes she searched
in vain, for only shadows could she see.
 
A green-clad elf with lantern lit was homeward bound
deep in the woods, when all at once he spied this forlorn girl,
sprawled on the snow deprived of strength and shivering.
 
He shone the light on her white face; eyelids moved and flickered.
He read her thoughts and understood; he knew just how to help her
No time was lost; his crystal flute he blew to call his trusted friends
 
An entire family of elves pulled the shivering child,
placing her gently on a sled,
fully decked out in Christmas flare.
 
The elves had been on their way to Santa;
Yuletide deliveries had to be made, 
but the wee girl's plight took priority.
 
Once she was aboard the sled,  
reindeer arrived on cue,
ushering the crew to the North Pole.
 
The little girl came to quickly,
nestled in Santa's arms 
With pleasure he brought her to her grandfather's cottage.
 
Grandfather sat alone by his roaring fire
when a knock came to the door.
He went to see who it could be so late into the night.
 
There on the doorstep his young granddaughter stood with shining eyes,
a dream come true for those who never give up hope.
He picked her up in welcome arms, a warm embrace of love.
 
The clock struck twelveThey heard the sound of jingling bells
as Santa waved goodbye and off he sped across the sky.
Christmas had arrived, and his first gift had been delivered! 

 
[Inspired by the first paragraph of The Little Match Girl by H.CAndersen]

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Co-written by: Paul Callus~Carolyn Devonshire~Valentina Stagno-Navarra
Contest: A Christmas Tale
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Placed: 1st


Poem Details | by Patricia Mitchell-Nunn |
Categories: beautiful, break up, death of a friend, feelings, love, love hurts, truth,

Think of Me

Think of me and smile
Our time was shortly spent
Think for just a while
Of all the things we meant………
To each other we were Love, 
Laughter, Smiles and Joy
Think of all those things
Then think of us once more

Remember our first kiss
Remember our first time
Remember I was yours, 
Remember you were mine
The things that we would say
The things we use to do 
I heard you sing a song
I wrote a poem for you
Didn’t think we’d be together
Didn’t seek, but we did find
A precious hidden treasure
A love so true and kind


Now when the Angels come for me
My home now in the sky
Don’t hang your head in sorrow
For me don’t even cry
I will send a signal
And you will know the sign
The Sun will shine its brightest
The humming birds will sing
Midnight will be the darkest
Think of all those things

The wind will blow so gently
I’ll Whisper in your ear
You will smell the roses 
And feel my presence near
For you have known my spirit
For you have only seen
The beam of light now shinning
A dream that came to be
So just in case you’re wondering
It’s not because I’m free
But that I caught you smiling
And I knew, you had thought of me.


Patricia Templeton


"Women Only"


Poem Details | by sakshi sitoot |
Categories: best friend, emotions, friendship, love, poetry, teacher,

My Best Friend

I had nowhere to turn, had nowhere to go, this is just something ,I think you need to know! I don't know what made me trust you, I still remember the day, when I told what I had been through! I thought, I should jump off, or go hide in a hole, but then I followed whatever you told!
As each day grew longer, my trust became stronger! Each time I wanted to cry, you stayed there right by my side!
Then I moved to the twelfth grade, I was really afraid, that my trust would slowly fade, But I was very wrong, the bond is still strong!
Even Though you don't have time, you at least ask me if I am fine! You are just seen for a while,with your contagious smile! And then you walk away and you are out of sight, I smile and then things are alright!
I am so glad,that you were there when I was sad! You are the one on whom I can always depend, And this is what makes you...MY BEST FRIEND


Poem Details | by Therese Bacha |
Categories: lost, love, nostalgia, pain,

My Farewell

If I forget you, would you remember me?
                       If I still love you, would you still love me?
                      
                      If I fall when old, would you lift me up?
                       If I sleep, would you sleep by me?
                      
                          If I run away, would you follow me?
                       But If I stay, would you stay with me?
                     
                        If I see you, would you recognize me?
                               I know you would Not.
                        
                           That is why, I wish I would whisper 
                               And not hear myself
                         
                                   I wish I could cry 
                                   not feel my tears
                                    nor feel my fears.
                               Tonight, my final Farewell.
                  
                                     Therese Bacha
                                     24 August 2014