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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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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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Poem Details | by Laura Leiser |
Categories: longing, love,

If I Could See Your Face

If I could see your face once more
look in those eyes that I adore
my heart would melt with love inside
I'd never leave you til I died.

For when we kissed, my heart would soar
if I could see your face once more
and then we'd run beside the sea
down moonlit paths, just you and me.

In merry mirth we'd laugh and sing
two lovebirds, what a wondrous thing
if I could see your face once more
I'd hold you close beside the shore.

For in my dreams I've heard you say
that you would never go away
but you are gone, my heart implores
If I could see your face once more.










Written on 1/26/16


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: feelings, hope, life, love,

WILL THE WORLD ALLOW

WILL THE WORLD ALLOW If the world allows me to... I shall meet no one but you Gaze around and see yellow prance Blues there but they'll be gone That sunrise you have, it blew my mind. If the world allows me to, Will you let me wave by wave view? And voice by voice stars we do strew... Night and day may play a rocky circus ride Don't forget, I'm here to catch your slide If the world allows me to.. Let me share that magic within you Touching your heart not made of stone Brave me will pass whatever is in store. I shall stay with you longer than life If the world allows me to... ©O. E. Guillermo 11:34 pm, November 02, 2014

Poem Details | by Lycia Harding |
Categories: angst, bereavement, death, loneliness, lost love, winter,

When the Wicked Winter Comes

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When the wicked winter comes
seeping past the wards she keeps,
she looks on as he succumbs,
thanking God it's while he sleeps.

She finds she is ill prepared
when the wicked winter comes,
to let go the life they shared.
Anguish swings its pendulums.

Heartbreak's endless requiems,
rites for which she dearly pays,
when the wicked winter comes,
blight her solitary days.

Tears remain behind her eyes,
years maintain the interums,
yet she still finds pain's surprise, 
when the wicked winter comes.

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Poem Details | by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories: lost love, nostalgia, writing,

Inspired by Heartbreak


Waking unbridled offering,
eyes open to nostalgic thoughts.
Lady Day* sings "Some Other Spring" -
by midday light, he's overwrought.

Hands brush the dust from typewriter
waking unbridled offering.
No tryst of words or deeds slight her.
He pecks the keys in smokey rings.

Those days long gone, one gold earring
reminds of when love did persist.
Waking unbridled offering -
a ticket taunts of red eye missed.

Faded lipstick on cigarettes,
a full ashtray still inspiring -
He types again to not forget,
waking unbridled offering.


*Billie Holiday's nickname
For Craig's Chopped III contest, 11/21/14

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: angst, emotions, feelings, heartbreak, hurt, imagery, love,

A Wall

You suddenly erect a wall
the moment I get close to you.
And I'm unable to breech it
no matter what I say or do.

When my heart’s about to explode
you suddenly erect a wall.
And every time I try to phone
you refuse to pick up my call.

Sometimes you start to let me in
then just as quickly shut me out.
You suddenly erect a wall
without saying what it’s about.

Leading me on like a puppy
you must enjoy seeing me crawl.
For when I feel you understand
you suddenly erect a wall.

Poem Details | by hija de la luna |
Categories: care, forgiveness, friendship, imagery, love, people, woman,

A tall crystal wine glass

A tall crystal wine glass stands.
In awe and delight, I am found.
A beauty in the meadow lands,
To many you have life astound.

You, delicate, impermeable;
A tall crystal wine glass stands.
I, weak, proud, impenetrable;
Try to hold me and life confounds.

Seems stable, firm and unperturbed,
Pour anything and shape’s the same.
A tall crystal wine glass stands,
Even the lover’s lips can’t tame.

Stem is for you to hold me;
My bowl, for kindness that expands
To me; that I no longer be
A tall crystal wine glass stands.

Poem Details | by Faye Gibson |
Categories: lost love,

Perfect Day Quatern

So quickly gone our perfect day,
softly fading in ombre gray;
we loved, lying in grasses sweet,
mist mountain shrouded and discreet.

Pink pearled the clouds like china clay--
so quickly gone our perfect day--
dangled above the mountain rim;
pearled the wine kisses I offered him.

We strolled hay scented meadows, fair;
he laced white daisies through my hair;
so quickly gone our perfect day 
for night swooped down, dark bird of prey.

Sometimes a day almost like that
makes me wistful, heart acrobat
contriving to return that way,
so quickly gone our perfect day.

Copyright, January 23, 2016

Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: faith, hope, inspirational, love,

Too Short As It Is - The Quatern Style

~Too Short As It Is~
(Quatern)


Life is just too short as it is 
We all need someone to love to
You need to think of others too
Don't think  all the time of just you

Think of others who have needs too
Life is just too short as it is
Some go thru worse things than we do
So help, pray for those that you know

Sometimes we have to take a stand
Be strong and voice your concerns too
Life is just too short as it is
So be true and believe in you!

Believe in better tomorrow
Direct emotions to calmness
Live life, love long, enjoy it all
Life is just too short as it is.


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011


November.11.2015


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: faith, hope, inspirational, love,

The Book

The Book
 (Quatern)


 It tells the beginning of man
 How He created all from start
 He made the moon, stars, day and night
 It tells of God's great love for man

 It tells of God's great sacrifice
 It tells the beginning of man
 Its authors were inspired by God
 Some deny, others accept it

 And keep it so close to their hearts
 Many walk in darkness, are blind
 It tells the beginning of man
 Thru the Book we get to know God

 Meet Jesus His Son, our Savior
 It's the 'Good Book' to live life through
 It tells of man's future, also
 It tells the beginning of man.



 Dorian Petersen Potter
 aka ladydp2000
 copyright@2008



January.12.2016




Poem Details | by Adell Foster |
Categories: art, imagination, love, on writing and words, passionbeautiful, beautiful,

ESSENCE AND THE ARTIST'S HEART

Her way was so graceful -- yet bold...
She'd left her mark on many hearts,
With soft spoken words she controlled...
Refined beauty ne'er to depart...

He looked upon this beautiful face,
Her way was so graceful -- yet bold...
He thought that time had slowed its pace
She heard his thoughts and took control...

Dressed in lace she had caught his gaze
The initiative would be hers...
Her way was so graceful -- yet bold...
This left his head spinning for days.

Have her he must, this beautiful thing
Possibilities un-foretold....
Essence was caught in his paintings
Her way was so graceful -- yet bold...