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Poem Details | by Maurice Yvonne |
Categories: love,

The Privacy Of Your Dreams


what do you dream of when you go to sleep at night where do you fly to when you turn off the light hours of travel all alone in your mind tell me there what it is you find together in our wake i long for a retake when we kiss under the heavens i know i'm rolling all sevens who is it that you meet in the darkness of your sleep just you two lit by moonbeams in the ocean deep does he look anything like me who is he then your fantasy i hate to invade your privacy your dreamworld is yours to see but in the freedom of your imagination am i your choice in a world void of caution September 14 2016 MY


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

His Life, His Love

Above a cloud, in soundless, still tumescence,
a goddess rests; below her is the sea.
A strip of it is rippling luminescence,
a path of light in night’s serenity.
A solitary boat now passes through
the lane of radiance.  One man regards
the sky and ocean, both a cobalt blue,
and ponders inspiration of the bards.

For what could man want more than such as this -
-the tranquilness of dark in Luna’s glow!
At times he longs to taste a woman’s kiss
though he embraced this life so long ago. . . 

His gaze is fixed on her who shines above. 
He chose the sea. . . and moon became his love.


Written September 18, 2010

Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: beauty, care, creation, imagination, inspiration, lonely, love hurts, metaphor, nature, rain, sad love, september,

Gentle Summer Rain

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.



--------- 8-29-13

Poem Details | by Heather Ober |
Categories: love, nature,

September

Trees reach like glowing embers
to singe the autumn skies.
Leaves burst with blinding colour
like sparks that spin and rise
Then a breath of weightless fog
moves across the silent lake
where trails of molten clouds
fill the sunset's smoky wake.
The harvest moon emerges
like a second burning sun
to fill the sky with button-stars
that morning pulls undone. 
Sunlight floods the gardens
to melt the morning dew.
This is where my heart resides
since September gave me you.


Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: beauty, death, destiny, life, nature, sad love,

BUNDA CLIFFS

BUNDA CLIFFS

The crossroads led me to the edge of life,
a rugged path of love that caused despair.
In turmoil to escape my feelings rife
with anguish of a heart beyond repair.
By chance I wandered off the beaten track
to find a lookout with a view of might.
With past ways leading to a cul de sac
I stand above the beauty of the Bight.
A step to death, a stagger off the ledge,
on shaded stillness of the rocks below,
to end it all, against a future pledge,
befall the fate of love’s lament in tow.
			
In flight and fall, behind is past remorse,
A cliff to climb and conquer life’s new course.

1st September, 2016
T.J Grén

Poem Details | by Nina Parmenter |
Categories: beautiful, child, love, mother, my child, mystery, parents,

Mysterious Child

Entirely made of us, yet somehow not
a part of us, how can you even be?
Why can’t we feel your thoughts and dreams, and what
are you if you are neither him nor me?
Though severed from you, somehow we feel tied
to you, as if they’d never cut the cord,
We started you, you grew and kicked inside
my body, and besotted, we have poured
all hope into those perfect, tiny hands,
For reasons only love can ever say...
Yet loving you won’t help us understand
your world; you are a universe away.
You’re so much more than we can know or see...
You’re perfect sense, yet total mystery.


24 September 2018
For Beautiful Mystery Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton 




Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: change, dark, fruit,

Paradise Lost

Before the days when man first sinned
Angels traveled upon the wind
Everything magic shone in the night
Fairies fluttered, wings shining bright

Eve was perfect with long flowing hair
Sensuous body, delightfuly bare
Adam's body strong, he was a sight
They played by day and made love at night

Everything perfect, living in the trees
Yet trouble called upon a gentle breeze
The serpent said taste, this fruit so grand
Eve so entranced, she ate from his hand

She saved fruit for Adam, he took a bite
The garden went dark, no more magic light

A sonnet in The Wind Contest.
Written September 9th, 2013
Sponsored by: Poetess Darkly

Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: inspirational, introspection,

When the Tab Comes Due

Frail humans we are and mistakes are made, but there will be a time to pay for pain inflicted on others. Run swiftly from dark clouds hovering above, baggage like an albatross around our necks -- cast it aside. Commit to offering kind words, compassion to all, bestowing brotherly love. Make amends when possible for harmful acts, even negative thoughts, and promote harmony. When we stand at heaven’s gate, we’ll not be asked about material possessions, but how much love we gave. The prince and the pauper will be judged as equals when the tab comes due.
*Entry for Paula’s “How Due You Dew” contest Written September 8, 2011

Poem Details | by William Kershaw |
Categories: introspectionautumn, time,

Time Before Winter

September tries to convince herself,
Making pretend that she is really, truly,
A Summer month, albeit one of dying fire,
Holding at bay the chill of Autumn winds.

October plays temptress with her Duality;
Sun to warm the back of your flannel shirt,
With punkin' frosting nights, crisp and cold.
Air so clear it sears the throat like a glass of cider.

November comes dark, wet and gloomy.
An ancient harridan forced to bridal bed.
Chanting "fools, there's time before winter comes,
Still time enough for love."

December mutters in her sleep........

Poem Details | by kash poet |
Categories: love,

Shadow Puppets

Our candlelight show, entwining fingers bolder now fragrances mingle in threadless embrace, shadow puppets. *********************** Placement: 1st;(September 2012) Contest:Septolet the Puppet Sponsor:Nette Onclaud By:kash poet Date:22nd September 2012 SEPTOLET: it consists of 7 lines with a total of 14 words ... the line break comes between the 4th and 5th lines though both parts deal with the same thought to create a unified effect… to make it interesting, you must use one fabric and one flavor in your piece.

Poem Details | by John Hamilton |
Categories: absence, change, love hurts, missing you, relationship,

Autumn's desires

Autumn's desires

Your amber-umber eyes, penetrate me
as saffron sun sets on faces, ashen
Your suspicious mind raves with jealousy
as pumpkin winds chill our summers passion
your love transitions to winter's fashion.

Fire and ice keep flowing through your bold veins
Wild imaginations portend cold rains.

I dream of your ruby-red crimson lips
my mind won't rest until you have returned
the  touches from your ginger fingertips
we can rebuild the bridges that have burned,
then, we will laugh at all the lessons learned

I think of your flowing cinnamon hair
mem'ries of our home, and you being there.

John Derek Hamilton
September 16,2017

Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: emotions, grief, longing, loss, lost love, memory, morning,

Morning Mist



In dampened blur of violet dawn as angels’ weep did touch upon a mourner’s shoulders mist enshroud - to soften edges gauzy haze that hug around these painful days and mellow memories endowed in sacred stillness of time gone. In silent water droplets clear is beauty precious every sphere collecting on the silvern spires midst leaf and scented lavender reminding me of when we were devoted in our love’s desires - each flower holds a lost love tear. Susan Ashley September 29, 2018 ~ Third Place ~ Contest: Your Choice Flower Verse, Any Form, Any Theme Sponsor: Brian Strand

Poem Details | by jack horne |
Categories: heartbreak,

The Broken Hearts

     The world is full of broken hearts,
so mine was nothing new,
     and anyone who loves someone
could lose that person too.
     I thought I'd found the one for me
the day I danced with you;
     I gave my heart without reserve;
you knew I would be true.
     Alas for me, your love was false,
and so I'm feeling blue -
     although my broken heart will mend.
This feels like deja vu...

written 17th September for Constance's All the Little Pieces contest

Poem Details | by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories: love, nature,

Whispers of Love

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


Placed 1

Poem Details | by Vijay Pandit |
Categories: care, friendship, love,

Love is the force

Tender touch gently soothes an ailing soul 
Wordless discourse greets eyes of love
A mother's hug comforts her child's ego
Love is the force that makes the world go

Kinder hearts ache sensing others' pain
A prayer mightily calls for suffering to end
Flowers of goodwill shed feelings of woe
Love is the force that makes the world go

Words of care resonate in any language
Noble deeds of strangers justly amaze
A message of peace triumphantly echos
Love is the force that makes the world go

Love received, gives, and regenerates
It multiplies, compounds, and propagates
Love is the force that elevates the world

September 7,  2018

Poem Details | by Eve Roper |
Categories: baby, cry, mother,

When You Cry I'll Come Running

My heart skips a beat when I hear your crying. I can't help run to comfort rock a bye you in the cradle of my loving arms. I'd never let any harm come to you. I never knew that I could love so much. 9/17/2018
POTD September 18, 2018

Poem Details | by Nina Parmenter |
Categories: love, mystery, relationship, truth,

A Dab of Secrecy

Would we survive if you could hear
Me thinking? Maybe not, I fear
For what we lock away
Is as important as the things we say
And pure, relentless honesty
Is not a panacea. 
We are we because the secret glue
Of things I do not say to you
Holds tightly all the things I choose
To share. And should we ever lose
That blissful dab of secrecy
That sprinkle of duplicity, 
That keeps your inner world from me,
And mine from you - one blink 
And we‘d be through I swear,
Or worse, we’d sink...
Weighed down by things we dare not think.
 


28 September 2018
Written for Brian Strand’s Contest No 500

Poem Details | by Vijay Pandit |
Categories: life, metaphor,

Arts and crafts from grains of sand

Life is a smile of a newborn in mother's arms

Arts and crafts of stained glass from grains of sand

Freedom of a chick on its very first flight

Love of a mother scurrying beside a young fawn

Float on a lotus pond in style of white swans

Lyrics of nature scripted in nightingale's song

Painting in vermilion tints rising on meadows of fall

Rivers rushing down from spring mountaintops

Romance in lover's eyes watching a new dawn 

Wonder in breath of a single-celled amoeba

September 14, 2019
Life poetry contest;  Sponsor: Ironic Zink

Poem Details | by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: friendship, poetry, poets,

A pied piper for me

His line and verse flow like honey
Lovely, smooth, bright and sunny
A pied piper for me

He speaks of love in phrases pure
His words take wing, on airborne tour
Soaring high and free

Yet he himself is down to earth
Epitome of cheer and mirth
A humble soul is he

Always has an encouraging word
'Good friend' the honor on him conferred
The one-and-only Chris Green


              September 26, 2019
       Pick a Friend on Soup Contest
              Sponsor: Bobby May

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: death, grandfather, grandson, love, sick,

SOMETIMES LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH



He loved his grandpa with all his heart
All the hugs in the world
Could not heal him
How we dreaded the time when
Memories would be all that’s left



Submitted on September 8, 2019, for contest SOMETIMES LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH sponsored by SILENT ONE  -  RANKED 3RD

Poem Details | by Verlena S. Walker |
Categories: angst, celebrity, encouraging, freedom, irony, metaphor, simile,

of love of war

of love of war
the staff of a prophet, seen fairness not imagine, sings shouting out, obscenity recognized, yet in search of fame, seeking stance the moment arises, seek of voice of power, godsend renown supremacy, yet prophet not acknowledged, kept desire of a great life, sought skill of voice, articulate hardly ever, cheek no longer free, famous self seldom bite snarls dogma, link of country of faith, kinship all that’s true, fair play desired fame acknowledged, pent the home front, covetousness war or peace love or hate, just yelp puppy love, nice _________________________| Penned on September 28, 2014!

Poem Details | by Vera Duggan |
Categories: animal, farm, horse, may, , cute,

My Molly May

My Molly May

I had a little pony
I called her Molly May
So often I would venture out
And feed her bales of hay.

So then she’d frolic
Kick her heels up high
Round and round she would run
Looking sweet as she passed by.

She’d run until she was worn out
Then to the stable she would go
I’d bed her down then for the night
My love for her each day would grow

She was my, cutest Molly may
This pony always made my day.

25 September 2014

Poem Details | by kash poet |
Categories: love, music, romance,

Foreplay

Foreplay melodic love her bangles' symphony sleepless night's moonlight sonata prelude © 2011 kashinath karmakar ========================= Placement:3rd; (September 2011) By:kashinath karmakar Contest:Melody of Cinquain Sponsor:Nette Onclaud

Poem Details | by Faye Gibson |
Categories: grandchild, grandmother, happiness, happy,

Grandma Happy

Footsteps on stairs,
little feet pounding, running,
child faces peeking round the kitchen door,
expectancy alive, dancing in their eyes.
They know that love is always here
waiting just for them.     

Each one thinks he is favorite;
in his or her own way, it is true.
Each is the most special
not for anything they say or do,
just for being.   

We have our rituals -
breakfast French toast and bacon,
back rubs and funny faces,    
movie nights,
ice cream after church,
backyard camp outs,
lots of love, laughter.   

Happy takes me by surprise
each time I look
in my grandchild’s eyes.

© September 11, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson

Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: allegory, assonance, emotions, feelings, introspection, philosophy, symbolism,

My Window

I look at the sky
from my window;

I observe people
from my window;

I feel raindrops
from my window; 

I sense loneliness
from my window;

I think deeply gazing
from my window;

I cherish love
from my window;

I ponder eternity
from my window;

I sense the struggle of God and Lucifer
from my window;

I cry
from my window;

I yell
from my window;

I evoke emotion and rage 
from my window;

I am joyful and sad
from my window;

And — I see my soul
from my window.
	

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
September 26, 2014