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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 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 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 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 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 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 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


Poem Details | by Therese Bacha |
Categories: emotions, happy, i love you,

Look At Me

                             ~Look At Me~
Look at me,I will wait until you can overcome your shyness,
I will wait until you become positive.
Look at me,I will wait until you overcome your touchiness,
I will wait until you become fearless.
Look at me,I will wait until you overcome your stiffness,
I will wait until you become loving.
Look at me,I will wait until you overcome your emptiness,
I will wait until you become blameless.
Look at me,I will wait until you overcome your nervousness,
I will wait until you become indispensable for me.
                               ~I Will Not Wait~
Look at me,I will not wait because I felt you have a captivating 
charm hidden under what you show as your authority.
I will not wait,because I am eager to become part of your life, 
you gave me the impression that you have a gift of making me 
feel imperishable.
I will not wait,because you are generous with your time and friendship,
you are generous with your love so it becomes durable and loyal.
I will not wait,because you gave me the impression that your enormous 
sensitivity becomes your enormous strength to achieve your goals,and 
help your partner during a lifetime.
I will not wait,because you gave me the impression that you bring
strength and intensity to your surroundings,you encourage your spirit
& soul to remain persistent and ambitious.
I will not wait,because you gave me the impression you are so powerful 
and tenacious,nothing will stand in your way until you reach your
goals, as you do not like to be a failure.
I will not wait,because you gave me the impression that you can love me,
I will wait no more to manifest my love towards you beyond belief,
its unavoidable,its powerful,it needs no introduction anymore as my love
is instantaneous,endless,may I become your lover tonightWOW,Yes

Therese Bacha
9/4/2013                                                               


Poem Details | by Therese Bacha |
Categories: passion,

A Jealous Woman In Love

                               

                                   ~ A Jealous Woman In Love~

             Since I barely slept I felt ill as tears blinded my vision 
                     heart broken burning with desire to see him 
        to hold him to kiss him love him more and show him that strong will 
                     through my eyes to make him understand 
            I am a woman and should not be judged because I am jealous
                  I am a woman deeply in love how can I not be jealous 
          I am jealous of his sheets caressing his body when we share our bed 
         I am jealous of his hair being part of him all day when I am not with him 
                  even his eyes when he sees the moon instead of me 
      I am jealous of his phone feeling his breath or using a knife and fork to eat                    
              as I only wish at the time to feed him and caress his lips
            Oh! I love him so much that I became jealous of his shadow 
         so jealous I drowned in my thoughts like a fish thrown on the shore 
          by the raging waves trying to breath to survive without the oceans 
                                               salty water.
                          

For the contest of Andrea Dietrich
a poem For The Honor Of My FAVE Poetry.
                                                
Therese Bacha  ( Win No.1)
9/4/2013


Poem Details | by Therese Bacha |
Categories: longing, love, romantic, together,

My True Love

  I Love Him.

I will dream of him
lighting up my darkness,
covering me with his perfume
go crazy with love, 
and make our life sufficient
gentle and persevering.

It is time to look outside
and feel fearless,
face what I fear the most,
and when the fog's lights will
move in through my window,
its time for me to move on,
to make choices that I can
live with.

I am the reason why my shadows
are awake, I must find a new way
not to look backwards.
I am only human, I need to recover
from going to one extreme
 to the other.

I will look like a fierce 
passionate woman;
away, away I'll fly towards him,
hold him so tight,
together, we hear each other's groan, 
watch our lustrous eyes
 until dawn.
Allow our secret impulses,
urge our desire to land 
in each other's trembling
 arms.

I'll tell him, "Listen to meThis night 
will be different." 
With the sigh of our breathing
echoing melodies will be sweet,
but those unheard will be sweeter.
Love me, the very word will sound
like a bell tolling me back towards you, 
you, my sole lover.

How I wish to feel the infinite love 
while settling together in my garden,
watch his divine face as an illusion
beneath that joyous veil.
Forbid the roses to miss the spring 
as their harmonious values,
lives in our souls.

Forbid our garden not to agonize
without the light of love, 
prevent the branches on the 
trees from suffocating,
without the light of love.
Prevent our clouds from separating
before taking with them, 
our light of love.
We will take the stand
to forbid the darkness,
and proclaim the 
light of love.

That's where the key is, 
if the light of love opens 
a door to our tranquility,
feeling safe, our love will 
become our strength.
Still together for,
forty five years

Written By
Therese Bacha
August 18 2014


Poem Details | by Sandip Goswami |
Categories: feelings, love, mother, tribute,

Mother Teresa and I

Mother Teresa
She is the mother of every poor people, injured people, ordinary people...

Always we remember the great news
'Mother Teresa will get the Nobel Peace Prize.'
It was one of the best moment in our life...

She lived in our city Kolkata (Calcutta)
She ate our Bengali foods.
She loved us so much...

One day, I was twelve years old
I met  her at Mother House along with my parents.
I looked at her heavenly eyes.
I touched her sacred feet and hands.
I heard her divine speeches.
I love her innocent smile.

I told her only the sentences, 
'You are the mother of the world, 
Mother of my parents.
So you are my grandmother.'

My father hesitatedMy mother was silent.

Mother Teresa said to me with smile, 
'GOD BLESS YOU MY SON'

Today my eyes are full of tears
Mother, I miss you
I love you so much....


SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA



(Mother Teresa founded the Missionaries of Charity, a Roman Catholic religious congregation, which in 2012 consisted of over 4,500 sisters and is active in 133 countriesThey run hospices and homes for people with HIV/AIDS, leprosy and tuberculosis; soup kitchens; dispensaries and mobile clinics; children's and family counselling programmes; orphanages; and schoolsMembers of the institute must adhere to the vows of chastity, poverty and obedience, and the fourth vow, to give "wholehearted free service to the poorest of the poor".

Mother Teresa was the recipient of numerous honours including the 1979 Nobel Peace PrizeIn 2003, she was beatified as "Blessed Teresa of Calcutta"A second miracle credited to her intercession is required before she can be recognised as a saint by the Catholic Church.)


Poem Details | by Doug Vinson |
Categories: dog, love,

Big Dog


A narrow set of stairs, open on one side,
Goes down into the basement by the washing machine.

When she was little she'd watch me do laundry.
She stood sideways on the stairs, where we were eye-to-eye.

She liked being up there - I'd pet her,
It was bonding, the age-old connection between dogs and people.

Now she's big, she's so big she doesn't fit -
Gravity tries to pull her off the side or to the bottom.

It's hilarious how she contorts herself, putting all paws together,
Dancing and stuttering - trying to be entirely on that one stair tread.

I have to go around, up, and hug her -
"Oh, aren't you something...”

Things are good now; she’s a great dog,
Yet I guess I miss those days too.


Poem Details | by Paula Swanson |
Categories: love, heaven, heaven, love, may, me,

Love Is My Heaven

~“Tis torture, and not mercyHeaven is here
Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog
And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
Live here in heaven and may look on her,
But Romeo may not."
- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, 3.3



~Blind am I to be of love? Here be mortal eyes, seeing with mine heart Whereupon earth, I behold her at all times There in deep pools, from pebble tossed, the rippling flow of her hair There, where lies the dew upon the buds Her moist red lips awaiting my favor In the courtyard fountain's purl, tis the beauty of her laughter All about me is her visage, from waking morn, to deep twilight Even the moon does look upon me Gently caressing my face and does kiss me with her light Blind to love I cannot be Not when her love is my world, my eyes, my heart, my very being.~
For the contest, Romeo And Juliet; How Tragic Love Is


Poem Details | by Marycile Beer |
Categories: inspirational, life, love, school, school, time, high school,

Ghosts of South Dakota part 4

	Of course on this night we are supposed to be asleep so Santa 
could come, but we hadn't been home from Midnight Mass very long, and the 
invigorating cold was not conducive to sleep Even the hot chocolate did not do 
much to help sedate the excitement.
	We were hoping for sleds that year The snow was perfect for 
sledding especially like we did it We tied out sleds on behind the car or pick up 
and were pulled through the hills We got our sleds My dad and my uncle made 
them for us.
	No television and only in the late years were we allowed to use the 
radio Batteries were to expensive for frivolous use We spent many hours 
playing cards or games.
	I took time out and went to high school and college and got my 
teaching certificate.
	My aunt taught there only one year after the Federal Government 
turned the schools over to the local government.
	The last time I was back there the out buildings had been moved and 
Indian families were living in them The school was dirty and unkept.
	Now the school is gone The ancestors who once walked these 
dusty plains are gone The Indians who were there when I was a child are gone.
	They are Ghosts Ghosts whose faces can be seen in the clouds 
Ghosts  who still chop wood on those sub zero nights And the drums we heard 
in the middle of the nights are still beating They beat as strongly as the heart 
beats in a healthy body The laughter of the children still echoes under the 
bridge.
	The life blood of a culture, of a nation grows thin The Battle of 
Wounded Knee was the last battle to be fought  between the white man and the 
Indian on the northern plains It's cries still echo across the land.
	My foot prints in the creek did not last any longer than those they left 
in the dust But in my memories, this mile and a half by three quarter mile haven 
still lives And will live forever as a piece of unrecorded history.


Poem Details | by Funom Makama |
Categories: adventure, angel, love, romance, romantic,

Enjoying Love So Undeserving

What sustains Life like water? What is as fresh and welcoming like the countryside? And as sweet as a newly made confectionery baked with honey? I just found one well placed in all corners of your heart. A feeling encompassing the goodness of life. Is it the blissful visitation to the tenants of the deep blue sea? Or a radiant rainbow floating in the moist skies? Is it red roses, milk Sunflowers and other colorful plants in pink, green and yellow? Or the site of a happy set of little quintuplet siblings? Is it the baby chicks peeping out from their nest to spy on the first morning rising sun? They all are no where near the unbelievable goodness of your love. Sweetheart! You are a majestic glamor full of gracious providence. Not even the magneting beauty of the Queen Cleopatra can be compared to the pillars of your virtues which prove to overcome time's curfew eclipsing my heart totally as I soak in the foam of your passions. A natural habitat have I found in the gardens of your affection and a new existence from the deep baptism of your unequaled care. I never believed a star could be as near but here I am; with a being who outshines a galaxy. My soul has lost records of its bountiful happiness from this train of love with the wish its rails are never ending and its journey, everlasting


Poem Details | by Wendell Brown |
Categories: faith, inspirational, life, day, love, time,

A MESSAGE OF LOVE FROM WHITNEY

Every time you listen to my songs
I will be sending you a great big kiss
And though I moved beyond your sight
Know all of you I will surely miss

Always remember the joy and laughter
That always found a home within my face
Always think about all the wonderful times
I took your mind and heart to another place

Please try never to shed unhappy tears
Each day my love ones while I am away
For there will be a time in the near future
When again in each others arms we'll stay

And tomorrow morning when you think of me
About the love you always saw in my eyes
Remember wherever you might be in your life
My spirit will never again leave your side

My family I miss all your hugs and kisses
Which I will always treasure, and I am sure
One day soon again we will laugh and sing
Together in heaven with our precious Lord.

A poem i was moved to write for Whitney, a beautiful
spirit, while listening to Stevie Wonder sing 'Love is in need
of love at here funeral!

Wendell ABrown
Copyright  February 18, 2012,
All Rights Reserved.


Poem Details | by Randall Smith |
Categories: love

A beautiful Story

Here it is...a beautiful story about us....
 
The theme of us has been
written about for ages.
Love missed us,
Personal tragedies,
Shared but not shared,
shaped us.
 
We did our best
To live,
To survive,
Different kinds of battles
But battles none the less.
 
Bloodied, battered,
Life taught us how
To survive and we have.
Our worlds were so much the same
But different.
 
You have always been in my heart,
That's simple to say.
Men can be so transparent
And I am not so different.
 
Early on I knew 
I was a romantic,
A sensitive,
A poet,
An Actor and Singer.
But war changed that for me.
 
At fifteen I saw your beauty
And innocence.
That is what I've had in my heart
to this very moment.
 
This is so fun....
Your have seen so meny
Coastlines from yaughts
and Mohitos.
while I have driven through the jungles
and marches of Honduras
to see the same sunset.
And yes....
You there with me...
 
Something like Hemingway
I am to you you've said to me..
I like the comparison.
Battle tested.
Well traveled
And read.
Yep, that's me.
And I can cook too.
 
Baby, your life is the stuff
of million dollar movies.
The glamor of Hollywood,
The Red Carpet
Doesn't care about last
Nights fight.
 
But you are a fighter.
Your Father taught you lessons
In his own way as did mine.
We share that.
 
Baby,
My love.
We aren't from 
different social worlds.
Our values are the same,
We complement each other
If you can get past my long hair.
 
I love you.
 
My love,
You have given to me 
a most precious gift
these past few days
 
Love...me


Poem Details | by Dr. Upma A. Sharma |
Categories: nature,

In the mood for love


Radiant beams of Aubade,
Basking brilliant aura,
Sun is in the mood......

Ramifying fragrance of florets 
And aroma of plants,
Wind is in the mood.....

Nurturing spirit into seedlings,
Blooming  plants and all mortals
Water is in the mood........

Blessing us with soulmates, pals
And little ones,
Toning the ambiance and climate,
The creator is in the mood......

Bestow upon us thy commendation
Oh lord !
Glorify us with divine crotchet !!


Written on 17/5/13
Contrast - on nature #3
Sponsor- PD A


Featured poem of the week- Dec 13th, 2015


Poem Details | by Buffy Sammons |
Categories: cancer, caregiving, emotions, feelings, love hurts, soulmate, together,

My whole heart

I will promise you to give my entire heart..
My Love, all I asked back is for you to give "us" a fresh start.
To breathe fresh life into my broken bones as well as our broken spirit to drip down into our very broken soul..
Giving me your tender touch, your arms wrapped around me, it really helps me continue towards a goal..
To fight for all that I believe only together we can beat.With our love I know that I can always face it, my sweet..
To my love, I ask you with all I am and and always will be..
You were my first true love and will be the last love that I ever have, and even then I could see..
I never used to believe in fate but the way you made for me fall for you so quickly it's always been you that I absolutely adore..
So I beg of you on bended knees just open up your eyes and look into mine the way I remember you did before..
You have my whole heart and have been my entire life so now my love, please just be..
My other half and what may come because there is no cause to my fight if you are not here with me..
Anything is possible my love, so just believe that we still have a future but more so, a here and now...
With your hand in mine together it gives me hope and faith that we could beat absolutely anything somehow..
You are and have been for so long, my entire family, my best friend, and the love of my life..
Nothing could have made me more proud than the day that I became your wife..
We have been going through an awful lot of bad times right now but never for one second think..
That we haven't had just as many good ones in fact a lot more great ones, it just reminds us that it can all be taken away in just a blink..
We can be happy again my love, I just know it, but from here on what I really do need..
Is positivity to keep me focused on your love for me, and strength to keep me up when the days get rough indeed..
I know it's been a lot to ask but I will promise to give you all of me, my love, from deep down in my heart, soul, and so very much more..
With you by my side I can only beat this so that we will can make new memories and together we will again soar..
Just please help me in this fight because I feel so alone in the darkness sometimes, so don't give up on me my love, for there will be no future for me, without you..
My world would be over without your arms holding me tight, your lips locked on mine, and my darling if you haven't noticed I am addicted to your eyes in my view..

Dedicated to my true soul mate Matthew..
I will love you forever and always..
Buffy Sammons
..Still fighting..3-25-2016



Poem Details | by quincy cannon |
Categories: i miss you, lost love,

Ambitious Girl

Ambitious Girl, your ideal for me

We living in a fake world, but you kept it real for me

Your drive is driving me crazy

Steering me to your direction,


crashing into your heart like I'm drunk doing 180

Make-up, you don't need it boo

Your beauty is a reflection of GOD and the image on the screen

You don't feed into


I love how your determined to follow your dreams

Be the next star on the movie screen

Not focused on material high price jeans at the venue

I love the genes thats in you

Love what you aspire to be, you inspire me

To do the same


You getting older so you don't have time for the games

These other girls can't even fathom your imagination

They show off ass, you showing off your aspirations

I'll be there for your graduation, you got all this passion waiting

My last one didn't have what your packing which is fascinating

I can tell you love the thrill of the chase

Don't smoke but these drinks you willing to chase

To have the pain erased, still hold that smile on your face

Your spirit can't be replaced


While you logging into school, in your dorm

Your honey to these niggaz who B ready to swarm

 I'm here to help motivate,

My heart is a home for you so you'll 4ever have a place

To rest

From the Stress

From MD to wherever, our mutual respect will connect- GQ