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Poem Details | by Lycia Harding |
Categories: assonance, autumn, heartbreak, remember, sad love, summer, winter,

When Winter Comes, Remember Me

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When Winter comes, remember me 
beside you on lush ivory sand 
If slushy fingers beckon thee, 
arise and brush aside her hand

As you awake on shortening days, 
when Winter comes, remember me 
We'll pray that Frost forsake his grays 
and set arrays of color free

Light snow may fall so subtly, 
bright notes on parchment sheer as sleet,
when Winter comes. Remember me,
that I might play each shimmering sheet

Short interlope of Summer gone, 
I'm owed no scope of memory 
but hope you will, from this day on, 
when Winter comes, remember me....

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Poem Details | by John Gondolf |
Categories: death, loss, lost love,

Muted Echoes

Muted Echoes
The echoes of piano notes play softly in my mournful mind as melody so gently floats like ghosts of songs she left behind. My memories are brought to bear, the echoes of piano notes forever floating in the air, as lumps well up in saddened throats. This winter day we don our coats to lay her body down to rest; the echoes of piano notes show sadness in our hearts expressed. The instrument sits dormant now; its presence quietly emotes her playing, as our thoughts allow the echoes of piano notes.
January 28, 2020

Poem Details | by Barbara Gorelick |
Categories: lost love,

A Brittle Rose





I was wrong to think that roses would last forever You brought them to me that day so long ago My heart was captured by your boyish smile You were not yet a man and that I didn't know We made promises and our hearts were glad But you were gone when life began to show its face Now I'm left with only those dry and brittle roses And memories of that time that I can not erase

Poem Details | by john freeman |
Categories: allegory, truth,

A matter of Truth

In ponderings of wanderings Of contemplations incomplete In one’s life are found blunderings All human concepts have conceit Bound of the precept of the truth In ponderings of wanderings Serpent slithers, always aloof Nary a proof of his spawning Many lives he is squandering His power is in his disguise In ponderings of wanderings By pretentious love, his devise Lifting the voices of trumpet Of truth never the plundering The love of truth is triumphant In ponderings of wanderings ================= In honor of Dr Ram And contest


Poem Details | by Elaine George |
Categories: lost love,

Adrift - A Quatern

As raindrops grace my windowpane,
My thoughts return to you again;
Beneath those cliffs of 'Evermore',
That morn along that rocky shore.

My mind ablaze, in that old flame,
As raindrops grace my windowpane;
Beneath those veils of silver mist,
Drenched in the bliss, of that first kiss.

Lost lover to that ocean's roar,
Cannon, the one that I adore;
As raindrops grace my windowpane,
I am consumed by you again.

A soul on fire, now set adrift,
I sail beneath those purple cliffs;
Upon a sea of joy and pain,
As raindrops grace my windowpane. 

Written:  January 29th, 2016



 



Poem Details | by Seren Roberts |
Categories: funeral,

Black Gown Quatern


she wore her black gown  with such aplomb
proud and alone followed to the tomb
sad though she was to lose her man
can she cope on her own, yes she can

the grey graveyard ,with an open tomb 
she wore her black  gown with such aplomb
lifting her head all could perceive 
the tears falling as she stood to leave

her eyes misted tears starting to fall
remembering when love conquered all
she wore her black gown with such aplomb
she gave a last look  at the tomb

friends became lovers as time progressed
loyal  to the grave their love confessed
as they gathered and wept around the tomb
she wore her black gown with such aplomb.

penned 28 January 2016


 



Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: love hurts,

Cynosure

A cynosure is he for me - Night’s diamond beaming brilliantly; The star I search for in the sky. When seeing it, I have to sigh! My emerald and red ruby - A cynosure is he for me. A pearl washed up from ocean’s floor Now shining on a moonlit shore. A sapphire’s sparkle in the sun; Most beautiful and precious one! A cynosure is he for me Though to him - I’m nothing, sadly. I long to gleam within his sight. If I but had his dazzling light, A cynosure for him I’d be! A cynosure is he for me. Written June 25, 2016 for the Cynosure Poetry Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron

Poem Details | by Diana Dinca |
Categories: lost love, love hurts, meaningful, metaphor, philosophy, psychological,

Poison and wine

I’ve got poison on my lips
And in my glass, red wine.
I’ve got you in my bloodstream
And this porcelain heart of mine.

I’ve got oceans in my veins
And to sail them, you alone.
I’ve got a blood-stained hurricane
And you wear my poison as cologne.

You’ve got a storm beneath your skin
And then a storm’s what you become.
I’ve got my fire to remind you
Who burned and made you come undone.


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Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: day,

TGIF - That Friday Feeling

Oh, Friday, I am in your thrall!
Rain may pour and snow may fall,
I’ll love you, Friday, anyway,
for I will just stay home and play.

Sometimes my work week seems to crawl.
Oh, Friday, I am in your thrall
because you are my weekend’s start.
“Thank God it’s Friday” shouts my heart!

A movie I will likely see.
There’s more time too for family!
Oh, Friday, I am in your thrall
because I will not work at all.

So many plans for me to hatch.
Perhaps I’ll make a meal from scratch.
No matter what, I’ll have a ball!
Oh, Friday, I am in your thrall.

March 1, 2018 for Silent One's Friday Feeling Contest
(My work week ends on Thursday, so Friday begins my weekend!)

Poem Details | by Phillip Rollings |
Categories: angel, dedication, inspiration, love, poetess,

A Demoralizing Good-Bye

 To poetry she said good-bye
Now I live with a Broken Heart
Her words could make me laugh or cry
Or tear my inner soul apart

In a devastating Free Verse
To poetry she said good-bye
My inkless quill rides in a hearse
As an uninspired quill must die

Skat's words: an image to the eye
Emotions, feelings, come to life
To poetry she said goodbye
A requiem; bagpipes and fife

Read the words from her loving heart
Believing there's no reason why
An Angel of Poetic Art  
To poetry she said good-bye  


Dedicated to     Skat A     Respectfully submitted...Flipper

Poem Details | by Lin Lane |
Categories: longing,

Quench My Desire

If my thirst for love, I could quench
my heart would beat in rhythmic sound
and not be saddened, torn in wrench
Happiness would be joy unbound

Hunger to be wanted, sated
if my thirst for love, I could quench.
For eons of time I've waited
Lonely wallflower on a bench

Sorrowful tears, my clothes in drench.
Embers would glow in my heart's fire
if my thirst for love, I could quench.
At last I'd be filled with desire

Where is the one of whom I dream
To his love, I shall ever clench.
I'd search each silvery moonbeam
If my thirst for love, I could quench


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June 4th 2017
Broken Wing's "Q" Form

Poem Details | by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: love, beauty, beauty, may,

Beauty Analyzed

To a less than discerning eye Illusive beauty is not found. An artist may observe it there In any ordinary thing. There is beauty not apparent To a less than discerning eye, Clear to an enchanted lover Gazing at his beloved one’s face. A child may think of his mother As being the fairest of fair. To a less than discerning eye Her innate beauty is not seen. We each observe in our own way This world in which we all must share. The beauty that we find not there To a less than discerning eye. Rewritten for correct form

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: mother son,

By My Grave

By my grave, soberly you stand
this bleak and barren winter's day.
Some flowers you hold in your hand.
Will you have anything to say?

Or will you - as always - silent be?
By my grave, soberly you stand.
So few kind words you'd had for me
when my hour glass ran out of sand.

Little from you did I demand,
and love I gave you from the start.
By my grave, soberly you stand.
Love has to be there in your heart!

I think about your childhood years
At least a few of them were grand!
You speak! In your voice I hear tears!
By my grave soberly you stand.


9/18 for Silent One's  Poems that paint a picture 2
and now for John Hamilton's  Best Rhyming poem July-September 2017

Poem Details | by DONALD RODDY |
Categories: love

ANOTHER FANTASY

SOFT AND SEXY BROWN EYES,
HAIR LIKE THAT OF SILK,
WITH LIPS THE TASTE OF HONEY,
AND SKIN AS SMOOTH AS MILK.

FULL AND SENUOUS BODY,
WITH BOSSOMS SOFT AND TRUE,
I SEE THEASE VISSIONS IN MY MIND,
WHENEVER I THINK OF YOU.

TO COVER YOU WITH WHIPCREAM,
AND LAY YOU ON THE BED,
AND LICK OFF EVERY MORSAL,
FROM YOUR FEET UP TO YOUR HEAD.

I DON'T MEAN TO BE SO CRUDE,
BUT SUCH A JOY I THINK WOULD BE,
JUST TO HAVE YOUR TENDR BODY ,
FOR ONLY ME TO SEE.

Poem Details | by Tirzah Conway |
Categories: lovelove,

I Will Always Love You More...

I will always love you more,
I whispered in his ear;
The only one that I adore,
No need for you to fear;

Never will I change my mind,
I will always love you more;
A love like ours can’t be confined,
It needs room to explore;

Eternal love you can’t ignore,
And no matter what you do;
I will always love you more,
My gift from me to you;

I can feel it deep within my soul,
Like nothing I’ve felt before;
And though I may lose all control,
I will always love you more.


~5th Place in the "One Good Quatern Deserves Another" Contest by Joe Flach~

Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: love,

Sandy Shore

We met along the sandy shore your sparkling blue I did adore that dreamy look I didn't doubt waves rushing in then rushing out   I wonder what life had in store we met along the sandy shore secrets shared under stars of bright a gleaming hope throughout the night   The sun arose before we knew you kissing me, I kissing you we met along the sandy shore secluded spots we both explore   Holding close as desire craves we're overcome by crashing waves romantic scenes one can't ignore we met along the sandy shore

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: 12th grade, angst, anxiety, depression, fear, feelings, imagery,

A Little Scary



When life looks a little scary you search your mind for a safe place. And try to block reality with bricks of imagination. Anxiety begins to climb when life looks a little scary. And paranoia stocks your thoughts overshadowing happiness. Ghosts of buried memories haunt future hopes...morphing into tears. When life looks...a little scary love retreats into wishful dreams. Yet, dreams can only last the night and fantasies don't last at all. You can’t hide from emerging fears when life...looks a little scary. (Quatern) June 22,2018

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: pain,

After the Laughter Comes the Pain


After the laughter comes the pain.
This I have learned and learned it well.
Can what I once had come again -
such bliss to cause my heart to swell?

Each sun-filled day, each sweet caress!
After the laughter comes the pain;
but after knowing such happiness,
I can’t say that it was in vain.

After the sunshine comes the rain,
washing away the golden glow.
After the laughter comes the pain.
The love; the joy; where did it go?

Like raindrops ever falling on
my windowpane, this sad refrain
remains - Black nights that have no dawn!
After the laughter comes the pain.

Aug. 16, 2019 for Joseph May's One In Four Poetry Contest

Poem Details | by HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories: death, god, jesus, life, love,

Before Death - After Life

           Before Death
With pain and sorrow, I share my bed
I cry to know that I am dead
Empty tears Forever shed
Eons of Eternity
The sins of passion
Lust and deceit
Can only
End in
Death
           After Life
Walking the rainbows, talking with GOD
God's Loving Heart, He shares with me
Destiny - Eternity
Eons of Forever
His Love, Light, Life: shines
Thank-YOU JESUS
GOD's Glory
LENORE
LIFE

Dedicated to Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

AUTHOR NOTE: Two concepts in one POEM
With the same Form I have several more in
Haiku, Senryu, Crystalline, and Quatern








Poem Details | by Roy Jerden |
Categories: love, romance,

And When You Look at Me

And when you look at me once more
a little smile, a passing glance,
I look at you and cross the floor,
to beg if I might have this dance.

You shyly dance, and look aside,
and when you look at me once more,
with fairy face and eyes so wide,
I want to dance forevermore.

A tender kiss our lips explore,
with pounding heart and soul in flight,
and when you look at me once more,
I pray I've found my love tonight.

A passion that I can't disguise,
this kiss that touched my very core,
and then I see it in your eyes,
and when you look at me once more.

January 24, 2016

Poem Details | by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: food, holiday, thanksgiving day,

Thanksgiving Day

Thankful for bountiful blessings,
We gather on Thanksgiving Day
To feast on the gathered harvest.
This is the American way.

We gather on Thanksgiving Day
With all the dear folks we love most.
We each bring our favorite food
To help out our hardworking host.

To feast on our gathered harvest
Is a right that we gladly share,
As we all humbly bow our heads,
Thanking God for His tender care.

This is the American way,
Thanksgiving is a holiday,
Coming fourth week of November
When the harvest is stored away.
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Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: conflict, emotions, love, love hurts, metaphor, passion, spiritual,

The Fire in My Soul

The Fire in My Soul

The fire in my soul is real
as you left me in such a strife, 
and no miracles and magic
can now restore my shattered life.
 
Nothing is left now for me since 
the fire in my soul is real.
My spirit cries and I so wince
in pain with a love now so lost.

We must attempt to find our love 
again, if perchance we can for
the fire in my soul is real, 
and I can’t gone on as before.
 
I ask God Himself in Heaven
that we can love and now be one, 
and restore what we once had for
the fire in my soul is real.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
August 30, 2015 (Quatern)

Poem Details | by karl marszalowicz |
Categories: journey, life, love, love, me,

Space

Dear lord, what have I become? 
Reduced from a hulking mass
to the pulp in my love's drink
or maybe the orange itself squeezed dry

Ah, but while it all goes down, 
smooth for her, it is not my cup
these passing years have changed me 
 deconstructed me, I am softly withered 

The time to reform is upon me
I shall not pass it up, lest I offer my hand
straight to the reaper himself, I think not!
With every pulse there is a reminder to live


The harmonious choose to live committed.
Would it be to love or an asylum for the unstable
I myself have not figured it out
 But if you love me, give me space

Poem Details | by Anindya Mohan Tagore |
Categories: first love, memory, soccer, teenage,

Ten



Way back then when I was just ten
My brain was purely devil's den
All sorts of studies - made me ill
Opened books were my sleeping pills

Started looking at girls - through pane
Way back then when I was just ten
From the elder sis of my friend
Got first love letter - 'was refrained

Playing football was my passion
Wear bell bottom - was the fashion
Way back then when I was just ten
There was Phantom and no Ben Ten

First fight with peers, first taste of blood
First taste of kiss on my taste bud 
I used to live - in a bye lane
Way back then when I was just ten

26.01.16



Poem Details | by Lycia Harding |
Categories: butterfly, cry, dance, loneliness, love, marriage, music,

Dancing to Music Only She Hears

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Dancing to music only she hears,
she waits for him against the wall.
He finally shows as midnight nears,
but she's obliged he came at all.

She spends her weekends in his car,
dancing to music only she hears.
A butterfly caught in a jar...
pinned when the vodka disappears.

Her honeymoon is spent in tears,
her husband, drunk, sleeps like a stone. 
Dancing to music only she hears
that night, she sips champagne alone.

Yet in her mind, a kinder song
plays on and finds her through the years,
(though he will never sing along)
...dancing to music only she hears.

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