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Poem Details | by
Linda-Marie SweetHeart |
Categories:
love,
"Wearied Wanderlust"
upon a gilded meadow glows a bottle of tender tears
scattered ashes burnt and laden carpeting of stone
ravished emotions turbulent feasting on flesh and bone
filtering through fibers as escalating fears
harbor broken dreams evaporating in waning years
as visions petrified reside in somber tone
upon a gilded meadow glows
Life's chilling chant of haunted love still stalks
a tattered heart is wandering, wearied and all alone
swallowed a bittersweet taste of vacant cone
in endless patterns of desolate walks
upon a gilded meadow glows..
Poem Details | by
Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
love, spring, , sweet love,
I dreamed a butterfly in golden days
when buttercups lay in the fields ablaze.
It fluttered to my cheek, sweet love to bring.
My heart was wont to burst and wont to sing.
In breath of morn was scent of bluebell sprays.
On blossomed blankets of the fields we’d laze,
and into one another’s eyes we’d gaze,
my love and I, as April had her fling.
I dreamed a butterfly.
Our bliss was as the spring, a fleeting phase,
and brief’s the beauty of young lovers’ craze.
As cruelly as a wasp, he left a sting -
and all the lovely plans we made took wing,
leaving mere memories of golden days.
I dreamed a butterfly.
2/21/13
Poem Details | by
Seren Roberts |
Categories:
horse, love,
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
Poem Details | by
Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
lost love,
A blazing fire is crackling its refrain
as I recall a love, perhaps not sane.
Beside this hearth you tenderly caressed
my body and we simmered; then we pressed
against each other. Heat was our domain!
My heart now pulses rhythm with a rain
which beats staccato on my window pane.
Torrential is the longing in my breast -
a blazing fire.
The warmth of your embraces soon would wane.
You left, but images have seared my brain. . .
like you in glow of dancing flames, undressed.
I wish with all my soul that I were blessed
to have you here again, for I remain
a blazing fire
Poem Details | by
Claire de la Grange |
Categories:
lost love, love, sadlove,
Upon her thorny heart I bleed;
My rose I nurtured from a seed,
With blazing bloom and perfume sweet,
Who pricked me with her warm deceit,
To where I gladly bade her leave.
Her eyes and smile they did precede,
A witchly soul that did deceive,
My love to stumble with conceit;
Upon her thorny heart.
If I could pluck her to be freed,
And rip her from my soul, indeed,
My lesson thus would be complete,
Sough not a love in lusty heat.
To this my penance I accede,
Upon her thorny heart.
Poem Details | by
L. M. K. |
Categories:
forgiveness, hurt, love,
This heavy guilt weighing on me,
Like too many leaves on a little tree
Covered in rain from a sky that poured
I hurt a person who I adored
If I could have just let things be,
Then maybe he could now run free
Instead he stands numb with a silent plea
My actions, once sweet, are now deplored
This heavy guilt
He and I, once we
Now like locks without a key
The distance so great we could never ford
But his name still on my heart is scored
I wonder if the world can see
This heavy guilt
Poem Details | by
Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories:
death, sad love, winter,
Past the graveyard deep in snow
where icicles from boughs hang low
one woman at a headstone weeps
as memories in warmth she keeps,
all dressed in black like winter crows.
Still muted angels' trumpets blow
where frost on trees like lichens grow
and 'cross the powder darkness creeps
past the graveyard.
As by the iron fence I go
the granite gapes in pewter rows.
My heart into my throat now leaps;
her mortal love in silence sleeps
in frozen ground while snowflakes blow
past the graveyard.
11/14/17
This is a rewrite of my Terzanelle, "I Pass the Graveyard".
Poem Details | by
Bob Quigley |
Categories:
death, love, heart, heart, love,
Where two once stood, now one alone
Left to journey on their own
Gone the love they chose to share
Dashed in the ashes of despair
A heart now turned to stone
How for this loss will I atone
Survive without the love I've known
One broken heart beyond repair
Where two once stood
The petals of our love have flown
Upon deaths winds loves seedlings sown
The remnants of a life stripped bare
One lonely soul still standing there
Where two once stood
Poem Details | by
Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
uplifting, love,
I see beyond the clothes you wear,
The color of your eyes and hair,
The things you both love and deplore,
Your status, education, or
All other worldly things. I swear. . .
My love for you cannot compare
To any other’s. I’m aware
Of what you need that you might soar!
I see beyond.
You are my child; when in despair,
You need to know how much I care.
I understood your soul before
Your earthly sojourn! Evermore
I’ll guide you. Come to me in prayer;
I see beyond!
For Paula Swanson's Poetry Contest: I See Beyond
Poem Details | by
Susan Ashley |
Categories:
imagery, romance, wind,
Sweet Zephyrus, my Zephyrus,
westerlies' bouquet nectarous
lilac layered flirtations sail
wings whimsical whiff my skin pale
butterfly kisses generous.
Music you breathe melodious
chorus of wind-chimes feverous
sounds, symphonic in gentle flail
sweet Zephyrus.
Hands breezy - touch me delicious
flowers long-stemmed dance capricious
exhales enchanting do prevail
sighs satisfying without fail
licks sweeping softly amorous
sweet Zephyrus.
Susan Ashley
July 27, 2017
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Poem Details | by
Paula Swanson |
Categories:
love
Heated kisses,
fevered touch upon my waking.
Heated kisses,
entreating a sweet hypnosis.
Sultry promises you're making,
deep of your lips I am drinking.
Heated kisses.
Paula Swanson
For the contest Rondelet
Sponsored by Dr. Ram
Form: Rondolet
Placement: 6th
Poem Details | by
Grace Williams |
Categories:
forgiveness, friendship, love,
We two aged friends were caught today,
By shared glance. Words I could not say
entranced. Not you, new friends looked on,
As old friends spoke. The grey false dawn
Broke thoughts while round us sunset played
Once enemies trapped in the fray,
Alike, but souls between us lay,
When we our disparate colours donned.
We two aged friends.
Freed, parted, only you could pray
Cold comfort: if we’d met halfway
Then emptiness would be foregone,
Time would let quarrels be withdrawn.
You loved not, yet this eve you stayed.
We two aged friends.
Poem Details | by
Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
i love you, lost love,
I never got to be with you
or grow with you like sweethearts do,
just you and me. . . but C'est la Vie!
We had our brief sweet chemistry;
no chance to see what would ensue.
I never knew you through and through.
We never chose that avenue.
And so you are the fantasy
I never got.
And since I never could accrue
shared times with you, I have no clue
how we’d have been. No history
is there to mar my memory,
and so it always will be you
I never got!
(Entry in Matt Caliri's I Love You Because . . .)
Poem Details | by
Lu Loo |
Categories:
love,
Enthralled am I in my deep mind,
a love like yours, so hard to find-
I’ve relinquished all that sad woe,
once I found it hard to let go,
but those days are so far behind.
Immersed in your strength I’m confined
we’re beauty and passion combined,
spellbound with magic, we shall grow-
Enthralled am I.
Absorbed with spirit I’m inclined
engaged in desire, we’re entwined-
So fascinated, this I know,
with affection our love shall glow,
so in love, you’re one of a kind-
Enthralled am I.
July 2, 2017
For the contest, Form R
Sponsor, Broken Wings
Poem Details | by
Emile Pinet |
Categories:
12th grade, analogy, emotions, feelings, i love you, imagery, love,
You are my love and I am yours
you are the rudder; I'm the oars.
When I shut my eyes, you are there
like the answer to my prayer
when I take a breath, you're the air.
You found my heart behind closed doors
then took me to the ocean shores
and taught me that sometimes life’s fair.
You are my love.
When I ache; your presences cures
dismantling games without scores.
At your touch passion's flames flair
forging one heart two lovers share
melded together at our cores.
You are my love.
(Rondeau)
July 26, 2018
Rondeau Poetry Contest (image #3)
Joseph May
Poem Details | by
Melissa Ross |
Categories:
death, loss, love, time, me, me,
Follow me into the dark, my heart,
Death waits to break us apart,
We will tempt him, kiss good bye,
While our life waits for us on high,
We will make it through, we must start,
Do not be afraid, for we will never part,
Do not take this lightly, we must be smart,
My dear do not fear, you must not cry
Follow me into the dark.
Time has reached us, we must depart,
If death comes near, my love, dart,
I will surely meet you in the sky,
For I am upsetting, it is my time to die,
These words of love, for you I impart,
Follow me into the dark.
Poem Details | by
Deb Wilson |
Categories:
friendship, love,
This gift of love I gave my friend,
A jar with messages to send.
Adorned with ribbon curls and lace,
To put a smile upon her face.
I know she'll keep it to the end
I thought out just what I should say,
That she could read to make her day.
On folded papers laid inside
This gift of love.
Wrote down things like "you're so funny"
"With you here each day is sunny"
"You're kind and wise,so very smart".
Know that this gift comes from the heart,
Something you can't buy with money
This gift of love.
for contest"Gifts Given,Gifts Received"
sponsored by Cyndi MacMillan
Poem Details | by
Laura Leiser |
Categories:
loss, love, sorrow,
Beloved, you were chosen
to walk a harder path
than most,
because you were meant
for greater plans
than most.
Beloved, I will carry you
more closely to My bosom
than most,
because I have been
where you are
and will understand
the most.
Written on 12/11/2014
Poem Details | by
olusegun Arowolo |
Categories:
desire, love,
If I could fly,I would spread my strong wings
more than the birds that hover in the sky,
And take you on my wings to dine with kings,
If I could fly?
Our love will bloom,without sorrow or cry,
We will dance with the winds,as the gale sings,
And heavenly bliss lifts our souls up high,
Sweet vibes will engulf us,as wedding bell rings.
Yet,this restriction we have to comply,
Worst still;we must endure the sadness it brings,
If I could fly.
Olusegun Arowolo ;Date:8-5-2013
CONTEST:"CAROUSEL IN ROUNDEL" sponsored by Nette Onclaud.
Poem Details | by
Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
lost love,
My sweet regret; resplendently
appeared the star who I would see
light up my life and fill my soul
because not ever in my whole
small world had one shone such as he!
Like polished onyx, glittery,
his dark eyes cast a spell on me
that nearly made me lose control. . .
My sweet regret!
He soon became a malady;
this man still in my memory -
how wickedly he would cajole
me, for I kept my proper role.
No matter, he will always be. . .
My sweet regret.
For the Any Poem, Any Subject Poetry Contest of Anne Currin
Poem Details | by
Emily Forsman |
Categories:
cute love, fairy, garden, nature, nice,
A fairy kiss of cherished love
is frequently forgotten of,
for fairies hide in secret grounds
where no one thinks to run around.
Their elfin homes are found above
the earth on which the humans love.
The fairies frolic with the doves
on Mother Nature’s holy bounds.
A fairy kiss
is nothing like a puppy love,
for when their love is not enough
they only beg for your rebound.
The fairies make the best propounds
of worships for the feelings of
a fairy kiss.
Poem Details | by
Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
love, romantic,
Please make this last forever, Dear,
and bid the moon not disappear.
For when it does, then like a brash,
will come the light of day to dash
this night as soft as warm cashmere.
You say sweet words and are sincere,
but love can die and leave a gash,
and passion’s sure to turn to ash. . .
Please make this last.
I touch your face. . . you are so near
that as I whisper in your ear,
I see upon your cheek a lash.
Now make a wish, and in a flash
I’ll have it off! Dear, ease my fear -
Please make this last!
Feb. 14, 2014. Now for Janice Canerdy's "Give Me a Rondeau" Contest
Poem Details | by
Richard Lamoureux |
Categories:
beautiful, love,
Sitting on a wall, his special gift
The winds of change began to shift
He asked her to join him for a walk
To enjoy the day and have a talk
Earlier that day she had been miffed
What could he do to remove the rift
He desired to give her heart a lift
There his diamond ring placed on a rock
Sitting on a wall
Her reaction was happy and swift
With unbridled passion he was kissed
Happily received a heart in shock
He gently removes her flowing smock
With loves key he opens up her lock
Sitting on a wall
Poem Details | by
Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories:
faith, hope, love, prayer,
~Thanksgiving ~
(Rondeau)
Lord, I thank you for everything
Living for you is a blessing
Thank you Lord for the good and bad
Thinking of you makes me real glad
I thank you for your forgiving
Lord, I thank you for everything
For family, friends, for living,
You give me joy when feeling sad
Lord, I thank you
For roof upon head, food giving
Thank you Lord for all your loving
You always help me when I'm sad
Thanks for eternal life I add
For all the Blessings You're sending
Lord, I thank you.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
November.17.2015
Poem Details | by
Kathryn Estrada |
Categories:
love, mother, roses are red,
A rose should be given to a mother,
For a special kind of woman she could make.
A good mother is a hard somebody to be;
Such a hard task only she would undertake.
Love has its wilts and blooms
Like between child and mother.
Love will continually blossom
If given the chance to one another.
In life's times of drought
The flower will fall,
But then the rain comes to mend,
And again it blooms after all.
If roses are red
And violets are blue,
Then that special woman
As I feel, would be you.
I send you this poem
With showers of the love
That comes from your child
On the wings of a dove.