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break up, emotions, feelings, imagery, love hurts,
Falling in love’s magical
it feels like your heart's on fire.
And dreamers hear only hope
not the words of a liar.
When trust begins to weaken
your heart shores it up with lies.
And an outpouring of pain
replaces truth as it dies.
Fear gathers like nagging doubts
morphing into last goodbyes.
And shared dreams discreetly drown
as tears spill from crying eyes.
Let time’s current carry you
to where hope outweighs sorrow.
For like a river it flows
towards a new tomorrow.
Connie Marcum Wong
autumn, love, nature, sweet love,
I want to merge with this old Yew,
To travel through its rings of time.
Back when it's sprout had just begun
Near Blarney's river so sublime.
Where ivy climbs the castle walls,
A quaint sized foot bridge leads to where,
The old strong Yew still charms today
As autumn chills with crisp clean air.
I felt compelled to climb it's limbs
To sit embraced by its sweet love.
To its spirit, in whispered voice,
I then professed the same thereof.
How strong that memory still keeps
As other trees I've come to know
Bless me with their cool umbrella,
I see that Yew in vigil glow!
© Connie Marcum Wong
Shines for everyone to see
Lights the night with stars that never speak
Go walking thru their silent world...unheard
Speaks of life’s unspoken dreams
Cry a river of tears to the sea
Waits patiently for love to be free...
Knows a fire burns down inside
The faith keeping us alive
In the silence of sound I breathe... Silently
The moon is a curving flower of gold.
Blue silk is the river below
which gathers sweet Luna’s petal-face glow
And mirrors it in a soft fold.
Delight is the night as we - passion-souled -
sail forth on the ribbon’s smooth flow!
Written by Andrea Dietrich July 25, 2015
For the Complete the Lines Contest of nette onclaud
I chose line 6: ‘ the moon is a curving flower of gold.’---Sara Teasdale
I adore Sara Teasdale!
Connie Marcum Wong
river, romantic, water,
Romance dwells in moving waters
Cerulean lake lapping the shore...
Moonlight cast across the waves
As the sea sings of passion's amour.
Kayaking on the Russian river
In twilight's softest silhouette...
Feeling the droplets from Niagara
Lovers kiss near romantic falls.
Skinny dipping in an aqua lagoon
To cool before a night of passion.
Lazing next in hot spring waters
Encompassed in aurora's lights.
Lotus blossoms bask in waters
Of loving mem'ries so sublime.
Romance dwells in moving waters
In love straight from Nature's heart.
© Connie Marcum Wong
devotion, inspirational, passion, peace,
She is the whispering of the bluest waters
Standing in the stillness she calls to me
Within the sounds of the coursing river
I feel the ease of her comfort washing over me
Consumed by her soft flowing siren song
Cascading down the mountains banks
Waltzing in the descending whitewater
Coming to rest in a cooled pool of her caress
Illumed depths tepid in the evening sun
Enhanced of her life and ardor
Drinking her intoxicating breath exhaling out
My love is the river of azure water
Ever carrying me onward she moves
depression, husband, life,
I look at you and I don't want you
Stopped needing your kiss and touch
Needed you to love me for me
Tried to get you to do your part
Make memories and cherish those made
Buried in depression
Covered in guilt and pain
Still I stayed
Looking for a way out
Wanting to be anywhere but here
Going across the bridge I want to drive off
Fly into the sky
Fall into the river below
'Til death do us part
Fresh orange marmalade lifts the dark
naked in a mid-dream sky
red streaks rush across horizons
special moments won't slip on by
the silk thru your hair seduces
in love notes filling up your ear
romancing a river of blessings
trouble kisses off back the rear
pearls adorn the neck of passion
a taste so soft and sweet
savoured and salted with desire
in dimensions entangled we meet
love sits silent at the table
unclothed and wanting more
our hunger is not mistaken
as blood spills upon the floor
devotion, inspirational love, prayer, religious, river, spiritual, spring, water,
sung buddhist prayers
released afloat spring rivers
a skyward mist
Submitted on March 5, 2018, for contest HAIKU, THEME: WATER sponsored by MICK TALBOT
Submersed in thought, my mind flows.
I'm a majestic river
with all it's curves and bends
running over rocks and around obstructions
gathering strength and speed.
Above I catch a glimpse of the sun
shimmering off the eye of a young cygnet
So white and so pure without commitment
calm, loving and carefree
looking to soak up all my nutrients.
Oh to be young once again
with a new chance at love
no fear of what lies beneath the surface.
Making memories forgetting fantasies.
Here I sit lost in thought
about life and love
trials and pain
blessings and destiny
bird, how i feel, moon, nature,
The birdsong in the morning is so clear
It is a song I love to hear
As the moonbeams kissed the sea
That is where I like to be
The winding river flows it's course
Using mother nature's force
The heat is here, it is so strong
While the Eastern winds they sing their song
The vibrant tones of your tender voice
Inspired me to cherish and rejoice,
A wishful whisper undulating in the breeze
Urging us to stay beneath the willow trees.
Peacefully we listened to the water’s call,
As a river frolicked over pebbles large and small.
Alone we cradled in each other’s arms,
Elated we kissed and tasted our loving charms.
4 September 2019
Writing Challenge 1, September 2019 - Eight Line Form
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
O let us meet again to make it right
Bridge me your love to cross
The river flows a torrent tonight
We must restore what time has lost.
O let me try again to know your ways
Graft me upon your soul as light
Forgotten fruits unpicked decays
And blind bats suckle them with delight.
O let us sit together and share a day
The golden hours fade from sight
Words cannot like sawllows ever play
O let us meet again to make it right.
The tuscan sun dips over the horizon
a river of red flows through the hills
gentle the sounds of love come alive
claiming another montalcino night
Echo the strums silhouetting my soul
soft samba beats calling me home
fragile red petals dance through the air
an illusion of light, lifts me away
Vivere attraverso la musica floating
tender touch serenades to the moon
attraction filters a sensual perception
and hearts twirl as every note's inhaled
Upon the slow flowing river,
Scud quickly away.
From round the bend I gracefully glide,
I am the queen of them all.
And quickly my king arrives.
The dance of love begins.
We bob our heads, wings quivering,
Unruffled snow-white plumage.
In time my eggs are hatched,
Cygnets so cute.
How quick they grow.
Now we are a royal family:
6 April 2019
Suddenly Swans Poetry Contest
Judged 26 April 2019
Writing Challenge 4, May 2019, No Placement Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
devotion, for him, i love you, sweet love,
Melting through glass like sand through the sea
Burning like fire through the evergreens
When you touch me
Fingers trembling in the extremity
Sprouting to life, a little blossom on a branch
Falling through rocks like an avalanche
When you hold me
My heart flits and flutters incessantly
Floating along a river with a cool summer breeze
Drifting to the heavens under skies like these
When you love me
The heavens and stars are drowned in ecstasy
introspection, lost love, love, music, sadlove,
Upon a deep blue rose, a scented song,
so delicate of harmony and sweet;
a melody, whose strains of love replete
I mused upon. To whom could it belong?
To claim such ballad ought have felt so wrong,
but I could ne’er its memory delete;
each note an echo in my own heart’s beat,
alluring me to drift and sing along.
Though how I wish I’d never found the rose
whose music stirred a restlessness in me;
where love once blossomed only sorrow grows
from searching for a love that cannot be,
and timelessly a tear-blue river flows
through heartache’s vale to discontentment’s sea.
It is spring in my garden
roses are blooming
cuckoos are crying
The winter has been passed
summer is coming
It is so easy to write a poem in the spring
when the river flows gently to the sea
when the sakura shines
in the moonlit night.
Honey-bee dances in my garden
because it is spring
Flowers spreading sweet smell
in the cloudless blue sky
Could you imagine a garden
in the moonlit night of a spring
It can make a poem of love
It can open all the windows of your mind
music, night, storm,
I drift as storm and night duet,
a dance amidst a choir of rain.
wrung clouds strum strong and passionate
to cart away my deepest pain.
In every grand, thunderous note,
God’s loving heart beats in my soul.
Across the darkness, lightning floats,
to heaven skyward, I extol.
Winds sing with love blown rhythmically
just like sweet-sounding nightingales.
Clear sheets of rain course through lithe trees
bending to meet the river dale.
Then soft comes dawn, I praise the storm
in gleam of misty earth transformed.
For Shadow's Pick A Subject Contest, 3/4/15
*Subject - Storm
love, nature, seasons,
Easy river run
down vast beauty light
in morning dawn
crest before my eyes
For Autumn rain has gone
sparking light of silver grace
now lay peaceful strokes
on hillside of new day
Each thought still remain
in splashed hues of poetic verse
a quenching bath of love
upon soft sky of birth
slinking through the woods
finding camaraderie only from wolves
heartless, relentless, self-absorbed
predator of the vulnerable
devouring her soul
crushing her hopes
finding satisfaction when she succumbs
the fox knows nothing of love
seeks but conquest
revels in despair of victims
takes her carcass down to the river
washes purity from her tormented soul
she saw feigned promise in his eyes
the fox, the wolf, the demon
while grinning with satisfaction
best friend, cute love, funny love, giggle,
Stand by me in the fields of dreams,
Where the clouds part and the sunset light beams,
Hear the river as it streams,
Down to where it redeems
Stand by me where the flowers blooms,
Where the sun does not loom,
Out of sight is where the fairies zoom,
This is where the animals groom,
Stand by me under the willow tree,
Where we once fell and grazed our knees,
Here is where the grass made us sneeze
Where we lied and cuddled and squeezed
angst, life, lost love, heart, heart,
My Heart Bleeds Tears
By Jim Campbell
My heart bleeds tears
For the voices
I can no longer hear
For the hands I can
No longer hold
My eyes cry
Like a river
That tears through
Washing away my heart
I watch as your essence
In my mind still stay
Yet the thoughts
Of never seeing you
Come washing in
As do the fears
That are always here
My heart bleeds tears…..
Nayda Ivette Negron
With redolent neroli scent
Gasping for a love breath to saciate burning desires
Embracing without restriction the ardent passion that stir two souls to kiss sweetly
Pleasures Of Tender Love
confection for the sweet
a taste of delight
if only I could show you
the pleasures of tender love
that shines like golden honey
caramel apples aureate
strewn across the heavens of
cotton candy on ole buttermilk sky
set it free from its trap in the terminal
enchantment blanket of pea soup fog
into the clean crystal clear wet river and quench the thirst
to the taste and pleasures of deep warm, tender love
like wealth of blushing candy apple red and rainbow colored flowers
seasons of warm and cold like silken sheets
as they drape and cling tightly to our embrace