destiny, emotions, fun, games, life, passion, uplifting,
by Line Gauthier |
And so it begins
The game of life
The dominos of love
Falling where they may
The timer activated
Fresh out of a box
Learning the rules
As we go along
No plan or ruse
No rhyme or reason
Just out for some fun
Moving game pieces
At winning and losing
Rising and falling
In endless succession
An ebb and flow of emotions
The tears the laughter
Riding a roller coaster
Of highs and lows
A detonated cosmic launch
Mingling interstellar orbs
Crisscrossing arcs of destiny
In a waltz of muses
Or divine intervention
Submitted on January 2, 2019, for contest FREE VERSE STYLE ONLY sponsored by EMILE PINET - RANKED 5TH
by Dan Kearley |
funny, inspirational, love,
A gentle kiss,
that I really must send
To another true,
and very dear friend
Pucker up babe,
it's coming your way
And riding a storm,
so it should be there today
I licked my lips before I blew,
so I know it's going to stick
But with all the lightning,
it might have a little kick
So when it hits your lips,
it might give off a little spark
Now what started off as a gentle kiss,
might be leaving you in the dark
*For my sweety*
by Seren Roberts |
I lay my head upon the softness of its mane
My white charger, no knight for a swain
as I am the gallant rider looking for love.
Riding the green valleys with mountains above,
looking for hope in natures fertile plain
A dream, a carousel of tears and pain
With bobbing horses making a colourful train
Flying above a sure sign of hope, a dove
I lay my head
Imagination in play as I search in vain
Why from happiness must I abstain
My empty heart crying out to those above
Praying each night, please bring me love
Grabbing a handful of the silky white mane
I lay my head
by Cherie Durbin |
"There's a Sport for Everyone" is a children's song, sung to the tune of "The Farmer
in the Dell".
There's a sport for everyone,
There's a sport for everyone-
Baseball, soccer, basketball;
Sports are so much fun!
Bonus activity: Ask each child which sports they participate in or would like to try.
Explain that there is a sport for everyone, no matter your physical capabilities. Some
sports like English horseback riding may require more mental skills than physical. Tell
children, "If you try a variety of sports, you're sure to find one you love!"
by Pandita Sanchez |
allusion, fantasy, heartbroken, longing, loss, mystery, sad love,
Through the Mist
It feels like a lifetime has passed since my beloved I last saw,
Bedecked in shining armor, my brave Geoffrey did gallantly gallop,
Riding his silver steed, through a soft silky blue morning mist
That like a tender lover enveloped and amorously embraced him.
Now overtaken by dark despair, silently willing my love to reappear,
Despondently I peer through this most mystifying mist, realizing that
On this fateful day twenty years before, he had unwittingly succumbed
To its seductive allure because man and mist had merged becoming one.
by Lisa Ricci |
"this love affair"
they'll never understand why
why you hypnotize me so
the love is not of a man and woman
yet there is no stronger bond I know
to know of trust and understanding
you and me riding through winds
winds that take us far far away
together we travel to freedom
they'll never know this love affair
this love affair that can be theirs
for the love of horses of course (lol)
by Line Gauthier |
adventure, child, fantasy, hero, imagination, princess, sweet love,
Once upon a time a long long time ago
Prince Aaron was riding his unicorn
When he met his precious princess
In the enchanted forests of the Ottawa Valley
And saved her from flying fiery dragons
He was so strong valiant and brave
Thus started a romance that would last a lifetime
One day they would throw the wedding of the century
But for now the prince needed to go to sleep
And give in to the dream land of elves and faeries
As mommy continued to read his bedtime story
Submitted on June 8, 2018, for contest FAIRY TALE POETRY sponsored by ALEXIS Y. - RANKED 2ND
by Emile Pinet |
beauty, environment, how i feel, imagery, imagination, nature, spiritual,
I entered a village in Algonquin park
as dusk approached the tattered edges of dark.
And fell in love with the bucolic setting
all except for the mosquito’s blood letting.
The pine smell was redolent riding each breeze
carrying halcyon memories of trees.
And for a fugacious moment I felt lost
amidst the penumbra where I weighed the cost.
I could find a safe inglenook or camp out
a vestigial whiff of pie gave me doubt.
And taking that as a harbinger of treats
to come I headed to a lodge with grass streets.
My ephemeral connection with the Earth
somehow gave my sempiternal soul rebirth.
For I felt rejuvenated young at heart
and with each footstep felt my tensions depart.
by Tim Smith |
arms my in
you with alone
found be finally can
life of meaning the where
around back me spin
love my hand my take
tide the with out riding or
up giving be I should
anymore me to sense making not
motivation and will of lost
town about all to burden a
down upside me tossing life
round and round spinning
by Tim Smith |
Speak to me my desire
where your hillsides come alive
wrap your legs around the beauty
riding long where blueberry thrive
drift down within starlight's fire
flushed against an alabaster sky
bed these trepidations
rupturing through valiant vapors
once thought dormant
speak to me my desire
where words come to unwind
in the secluded and mysterious
recesses of my mind
by jacqui topham |
love, sensual, , sweet love,
To bathe at last in your sweet love,
And melt to your embrace,
To linger long with our first kiss,
Then drown in silk and lace.
We've sensed the pull of nature's wave,
we'll rule the surging tide,
Anticipating this first touch,
Fingers,mouths and bodies swim,
In sensual delight,
And riding high 'gainst passion's prow,
We consummate 'our night'.
Adrift in dreamy arms we lie,
True captains of the storm,
Our nakedness no longer shy,
With love to keep us warm.
If other nights like this do come,
Our way as good things can,
It's this night i'll remember most,
My Darling,Darling man!
by Line Gauthier |
memory, october, rain, romance, silence, wind, youth,
Fall cold rainy days
Crisp wet leaves
Twirling and waltzing
Flying and floating
Riding October desolate gusts
Retro tunes that resuscitate
Memories of young love
Echoes of how I love you
Deep in the heart
Awakened by the sound of
Walking through wet fallen leaves
Ever so close as one
Holding on tight
Isolated in a cold sullen world
Warm enraptured hearts
Under a shared umbrella
Along a silent canal
Riddled by a multitude of raindrops
Anxious to seek shelter
On the other hand
Ever so content
Submitted this April 2, 2018, for contest LOVE POEM sponsored by HEIDI SANDS - RANKED 4TH
by Subimal Sinha-Roy |
hope, lost love,
A full moon you blush in the condensed sky
Riding the lone cloud I tried to reach you
Furtive desire couldn’t grow wings to fly
Silver lines formed from your nonchalant hue.
You crossed the humble sky that I call mine
A turquoise trail you made in me you knew
I could discern my love glow in your shine
How to preserve the gleam I had no clue.
The departing night called the black clouds in
Gloom of shade spread on ascetic desert
The moon through the dust storm it hadn’t seen
Ripples formed on parched dunes of broken heart.
Clouds melted, your shallow lake filled my tears
I tried to find my drowned love lost for years.
Written : January 19, 2018
by douglas pederson |
my soul rides upon the winds of memories
will touch your awareness before you sleep
carried on into your dream of togetherness
once awake it’s there for you to keep
I will speak with you before you sleep
touch your arms to be embraced
no feeling of aloneness , no need to weep
closeness remains, no ending or space
no letters to write or phone calls to make
dreams will bring you to my side
at the end of your day you may take
the memories in the winds that ride
by Ken Carroll |
inspiration, love, native american,
I walk to you
softly upon this earth
among things great and small
remembering one great Spirit
created us all...
You walk in beauty
my eyes always seeking
the red and purple sunset
beholding in your eyes
pastel and calico I can't forget...
I dance for you at dawn
upon our bed of evening light
riding on a dark cloud
praying for your female rain
in a house of pollen I chant out loud...
Hey yaw, hey yaw
In my house of evening twilight
in our dreams made of dark clouds
you in your moccasins of dark clouds
dance your way to me
as you chant for me out loud...
Hey yaw, hey yaw...
by Mark J. Halliday |
horse, loneliness, lost love, sad, sun,
Living lonely lives,
Cowboys are known for riding
Into the sunsets
8 May 2014
by M. L. Kiser |
my bicycle; now
by Rick Zablocki |
Intriguing species of course
Calm demenaor, no force
Exciting to ride
Long mane, eyes hide
Never causes strife
I love their face
Costly to buy (but will try)
Home is volcanic rock
Origins Europe, don't knock
Ride gentle on oldsters like me
Steady gait you should see
Experience riding one if you can
by Jack Ellison |
Love is a many splendored thing
A hit song once used that title
Love is a major part of all our lives
The emotion that's particularly vital
Vital in the health and total well being
Of all creatures great and small
Contentment that lasts for all eternity
It's the greatest treasure of all
It seems the older this old guy gets
The more passionate he becomes
D'ya think I might need to visit a shrink
Will my addiction be overcome
Riding off into the sunset with milady
Yelling ride 'em cowboy, yeehaw
Real true love's a many splendored thing
Should make true love the law
© Jack Ellison 2014
by Angel Hale |
When I'm riding
I feel free.
All my worries,
And I love the
Feel of the wind in my hair.
I feel free.
I feel like myself on a horse.
by Gypsyof Essence |
adventure, beauty, boyfriend, freedom, friendship, girlfriend, happiness, life, love, morning, passion, together, uplifting,
Glorious are the days we ride, my love.
You and I riding in the morning light.
Passions racing hearts are thundering.
Sunrise explodes pink and purple streaks across the sky.
You and I smiling, riding together in the first light.
Kindred spirits racing together chasing the morning star.
Intoxicated on the morning air.
Nowhere, but here in this moment.
Glorious is the day we ride.
by Andrew Crisci |
My neighbor can be anyone indeed:
be loving, respectful and friendly.
I have no specific type or gender;
knock on this door and it will open.
Gloria, the red-head lady is very nice:
she can't walk and complains about pain.
Robert, the tall teen is a-journalist-to-be:
riding the bus home we discuss writing.
I am lucky to live in lovely Linderwood:
it's a beautiful place where love lives.
Written on 9/ 12/ 2015
by Dorian Petersen Potter |
fun, life, love, travel,
Bikers love ride bike
Instead of car or bus
Keep them ready to go
Experience pleasures that only grows
Ride to work or just to race
Send thrills to bikers under the sun.
Bikers love ride bicycle for fun
Some ride bike to make it to work
Many enjoy doing tricks
In countryside and towns
Some take pride in bike
They love pedal
Feel the air
Dorian Petersen Potter
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
by Charles Henderson |
Time…fan this raging fire.
I'm lost, flames climbing higher.
I need you here beside me,
temperature rising inside.
Burning in effigy,
riding high on the tide,
quenching the desire.
Time…fan this raging fire.
August 8, 2013 cghjr
by Daniel Cwiak |
happiness, love, nature, travel
Have you ever ridden in a balloon on the air?
Oh, how I remember the quiet there.
As on the currents of wind we were borne
Watching the sun rise, as from the horizon it was torn.
Riding on nature's majesty...with nary a care.
Passing o'er the desert with all its splendor
Riding the gondola, the true "Air Bender".
Seeing the hills alight with the morning sun
Carefree, quiet, having such fun.
Memories of when our hearts were young and tender.