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Poem Details | by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories: fantasy, grief, loss, love, music, sound,

A Music Box and Memories


On a cobblestone street,
cracked and ill-repaired, 
I rifle antique shops 
  for a jeweled music box 
     to cradle my empty locket
I wish to drop it 
     in a velvet corner 
       one tear at a time
If I find an heirloom 
with a bittersweet story, 
      its own tragic history, 
my sorrow may lighten 
     within the confines     of its space

If I were rich, I would live 
            curled up 
on the satin lining of a music box
   coupled with my locket,
and with every tender lift of its lid,
              I would rise in graceful dance. 

My restless nights shall one day sleep 
                               in rhythmic breath
My flailing heart shall tether 
                                      itself to heaven.

I found a music box today,
but alas, it would not play.
Without the song, 
the story       dies
Perhaps, today’s fruitless search 
will guide me to my hope, my treasure

If I were rich, I would live
in a Viennese music box, 
 a timeless ballerina twirling 
          for you alone, my love.
 
At a local pub, I sit alone 
                        in a corner
sipping seltzer and trying to ignore
your husky voice rising 
from a half-empty glass
Festive bubbles burst, 
     sounding off before 
               the tap tap tap 
                     of the conductor's baton

 I close my eyes to find you laughing
     as you sing and dance in the corners of my mind. 

You are the part of me set free.
     I am frozen in hushed memories
I twirl my hair to distract me from all
     the darkness I see, fingers determined
                                    to soothe my daydreams.
My spirit has weakened 
 between
fake smiles and faded time
I pry thoughts from a swirling head, 
   quench my angst, 
     ignore faces of strangers
It’s easier to whitewash 
the world in my despair, 
than to see its     colors
I wear my grief like a turtleneck sweater
I let it keep me warm when 
        winter lingers to bullet
                     spring with sleet.

When did I fall into a dark corner?

I tripped on a crack 
in the cobblestone today,
skinned my knee, looked up to see 
you smiling down at me

If I were rich, I'd fly to Vienna, 
      live in a ballet slipper 
        at Konzerthaus forever. 
 
I hear your voice, 
it's smashing glass,
    a cacophony of howls, 
metal on metal, 
    a melodic chaos 
of heroics and blood
It fills my corners.
I wonder -
did you scream
in your last moments or 
slip beneath the drop cloth 
you carefully lay
with less than a thud? 
In a hush 
   of onlookers, do-gooders,
      did your eyes widen or fall? 
If only 
      I could live in the corner 
         of a jeweled music box,
a ballerina dancing for you,  
   the world might spin in a hush.
                      If only I were rich,
                            I would escape   



Written 11/14/15, 
revised 3/19/17 for In the Corner Contest



Poem Details | by Maria Williams |
Categories: betrayal, desire, emotions, evil, love, romance,

Sound of Silence - Lady Hawke - with Darren White

Synopsis
The lovely Lady Isabeau and her lover, medieval French Knight Etienne escape to flee the lustful advances of wicked Bishop of Aquila causing them to run afoul of himThe evil-bishop places them under a curse preventing the lovers being together in their mortal form except in the fleeting moments of twilight and again at dawnAt dusk, she transforms from hawk back to woman but alas he changes into a wolfAt first light of dawn she transmutes back to hawk as he reverts to his mortal knightly formThrough the daylight hours, she sadly rides untethered on his arm In - The Sound - Of Silence.
                 
                 Yesterday’s love with evocative thoughts 
                 She watches for change in horizons light
                 Her coal black eyes and hawk like stare
                 Peers anxiously for her loved ones sight

                 Her clarion call as he comes in view
                 In mortal form he does appear
                 Her amplified thoughts for avian release
                 To grasp what little time - for fear
                 The darkness that will steal from them
                 Time so precious they hold so dear

                                                         'So vague I know her yet so well
                                                         The sight of her makes my heart sing
                                                         I wish to hold her I wish to tell
                                                         Her all the love that I will bring'

                A fleeting state of obscurity
                Is twilight time between Sun and Moon
                A cursory moment for Loves Embrace
                As darkening sky arrives too soon

                She must flee her lover’s jaws
                As mortal state is cast aside
                And primal instinct takes predatory form
                To darkened woods she runs to hide

                                                         'I growl, I run, I chase her, need
                                                         To catch her, capture, not let go 
                                                         My teeth, my claws, I need to feed
                                                         But who am I, what changed me so'

                In dawn’s first rays comes transformation
                Mortal to Hawk she must keep this alliance
                Then swoop to her loves outstretched arm
                To travel by day in the Sound of Silence

                 And thus they live a Jealous one’s Curse
                 Denied the love that was once so pure
                 Bestowed by a man from Hells own gates
                 In vain her love he tried to procure

                                                      'Je suis Etienne - I am Etienne
                                                      Remember me here - in this cage
                                                      Don’t hurt her or kill her, I’m a man
                                                      A wolf I hurt, inside I rage'

                   So Evil does what Evil wilt
                   Her love for this bishop will never be
                   He portrays a picture of what he’s not
                   From his evil curse they must break free          

'Etienne mon amour - I know thee well 
In my malaise, I fall, I cry
Je t'aime for a moment more
With broken heart - I change - I fly'

                    Unwavering credence in good endures
                    Shackled even in their depths of sorrow
                    Questing release from their dastardly doom
                    Yearning the twilight hour - tomorrow

                                                         'Isabeau mon amour, we will survive
                                                         This evil curse will not prevail
                                                         On wings of love we’ll soar so high 
                                                         Je t'aime we won they failed'

Acknowledgement:
To my good friend Darren White for collaborating with me on this melancholy story
My deepest appreciation to the master of languages for adding a romantic French touch.

Footnote
Critical on transformation to mortal, unprotected and naked she speeds away on Etienne’s horse to escape the slashing jaws of the wolf A cowardly plot undoubtedly designed by the evil bishop to meet her end, in her avian form or as a mortal, at the predatory jaws of her star crossed lover.

A solution to their quandary may manifest in the person of an escaped thief who serendipitously befriends Etienne - But that’s another story…

Lady Isabeau’s voice can be envisaged in the plaintive, haunting strains of the lead ViolinThe resonant tone of the Wolf, Etienne, can almost be heard in the rich sonorous timber of the bass Cello - brought to us by - THE MUSES rendition of - Sound of Silence 

Copyright © Maria Williams & Darren White | 19 June 2017


Poem Details | by Ray Dillard |
Categories: inspirational, love, music, passionsound, voice, sound, voice,

Play It

Play It

You were afraid in the beginning.
You were excited and filled with anticipation
But, afraid.
Just holding her in your hands was a strange experience.
Awkward, like a first kiss.
Unsure of where and how to touch.
Just how should your lips
Meet her cold and unfamiliar mouth piece?
Remember those first few notes
Screeching through space inside the band hall?
A sacred place where rhythm and note
Have coursed the air and touched 
The smallest bones of the human body
With the softest and most pleasant caress.

Become familiar with the way she feels.
Close your eyes and feel the softness of her curves.
Treat her like a lady of royal blood.
Her father has given you her hand.
There is no leaving her at the altar.
You will decide your life together.
Love herCaress herKiss her softly.
Learn to move your fingers and listen to her reply.
The early sound of surprise becomes the sound of love.
Soon, you breathe as one, and the voice you hear,
The voice we hear.
Is not hersIs not yoursBut, the union of both.
And what we hear is the birth of something
Grand and glorious and beautiful!

Play it!
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t4C4YU5JtIo   


Poem Details | by Connie Gildersleeve |
Categories: baptism, beauty, love, music, romance,

Intoxicating wordless Sound

Seeking the solace in its voice
As it sings and serenades.
Intoxicating wordless sound
Carried along on air currents,
Transforms wind to song.

Mellow notes with breathless voice
Plays like a lovers embrace.
Deep earthy sounds perceived by ear.
Romancing my heart through song,
An alluring sound from the flute.


Poem Details | by Anna Lo |
Categories: lost love, nostalgia, sad, rain, sound, rain, sad, sound,

THE RAIN by Anna Lo P

"As I watch the blue skies
 Suddenly turned into gray
 Darkness easily surrounds 
 Their clouds, covered in haze.

 The rain will fall again, I say
 A nature's moment I dismay
 Raindrops will soon touch the ground
 The sad feeling, again I'll be hound.

 Splattering rain, the sound that haunts
 Sweet and sad memories of the man
 Taunting me to remember once again
 The love once lost, never be back again

 Every drop of rain that falls, I pain
 Each drop it falls, my heart is in vain
 "Try to listen" to the rain, he once said
 'Tis like a last goodbye, could not hear I said

 The sound of the crying heart, I still hear
 The sound of a weeping soul, I can hear
 The silent tears that they weep,
 The silent scream that echos so deep.

 Listen to every drop of rain
 To it's agony, vain, pain, 
 Listen to the rain as it falls, maybe
 There is your love, every drop after all...xoxo


Poem Details | by Tamra Amato |
Categories: childhood, cry, fear, hope, introspection, love, sound,

Sestina of Self

I am the center of raw and wild feelings.
Born from an ancient spirit of infant and child.
Falling back in a womb of darkness, myself I discover.
Hiding in an egg, I hear a whisper.
My shell is touched by a promise in the wind's soughing.
Infinite breath of wind caresses, I, who am little.

I am conscious of little.
A time before definition or feelings.
Warm, wild wind soughs.
Motion stirs the blueprint of a child.
God in every breath, every whisper.
Take form and discover.

A bud must open in order to discover.
Hesitation and fear cry out from a bud so little.
Inside a chameleon wears it's feelings.
Fright filters through the pores of a child.
Leaf and skin shiver in a dark wind's soughing.

The angelic songs of a river soughs.
Life's song for us to discover.
Along the riverbank runs the child.
Of the future she knows little.
Reflecting in water a spectrum of feelings.
Their sound is a scream, a laugh, a cry and a whisper.

As I grow the acceptable sound is a whisper.
My tears often mix with a shower's soughing.
Bodies aren't meant to cover feelings.
They should be naked dancers that discover.
Their steps are big and little.
Dance with the flow trusting child.

As I grow older, in my soul lives the child.
My heart is the room where she shouts and whispers.
It's a never-land where she will always be little.
Hope sings in a tear-river's soughing
With care and love we'll learn to discover.
We are courageous explorers of feelings.

The child, her voice a prayerful wind's soughing.
A soft reminding whisper not to fear discovery.
Oh little love I am with you always, experiencing together our feelings.


Poem Details | by Candice Manibog |
Categories: dedication, devotion, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, love, passion, thank youwords, me, sweet, sound, longing, faith, me, sound, sweet,

Perhaps Its Love.

Its those silly little butterflies i get in my tummy,
Just thinking about him.
The gentleness of his touch.
The deepness in his eyes.
The sound of his voice.
the strength and meaning of his words,
The softness his lips,
As they sweetly kiss mine.
Its these little things about him,
That make me realize,
Just how much he means to me.

Perhaps its love.

By the look in his pretty eyes,
I can tell his soul.
See how much he truly cares.

The thought of him makes me shiver,
With willingness
And longing to be with him.

His gentle touch,
Sends me into shock.
Could this be real?
So perfect and such.

Perhaps its love.

His strong words leave me to feel such an impact on life.
Mostly because hes made such a huge one on my own.
His words are so meaningful and true.

The sound of his voice,
Makes me feel so safe.
So secure.
He gives me the protection I've always wanted.

His sweet kisses leave me speechless.
They are just breathtaking.

Perhaps its love.

This boy, is nothing less than amazing.
I must say, I've never felt this way about anyone before.

He has faith in me,
And i have faith in him.

I trust him.
Unlike i have ever trusted a boy before.

He is more to me,
Than just my boyfriend.
He is also one of my best friends.

Perhaps its love.

As we become closer day by day.
I couldn't ask to be any happier,
Than I am today.

Yet, he always seems to surprise me,
With the endless smiles he puts upon my face.

They're never ending embrace,
gives me an unexplainable feeling.

But, I must say.
Its the best feeling I've ever had.
In my life.

Perhaps its love.

This boy makes me feel special.
And that is something new to me.

He says sweet things,
That make me blush.

He cuddles with me,
At perfect moments.
In fact,
He makes every perfect moment,
Better.

This boy,
Is one who says exactly the right things,
At exactly the right times.
He has the most perfect timing.

Perhaps its love.

He is kind to me,
And his actions show that he cares.

The love and care i have for him,
could leave this world speechless.

I would do anything to make him happy.
Anything to please him.

Or as once stated by Skid Row,
"I would give my life for just one kiss.
I'd live for his smile.
And die for his kiss."

This boy is truly something special.
I would do absolutely anything,
Just to see him smile.

Because he means more to me,
that i ever knew was possible.

Perhaps its love.


Poem Details | by Chittaranjan Dey |
Categories: love, sound, sound,

You Are So Far, Yet So Near

Underneath the bright moon-light The stars glittering on the sky, I alone with a phone in hand Awaiting for a ring. It's like an unseen shadow Which lies within us, It's like a new-born stream Which flows before us. The distance is no matter, The language is not burden, No matter how much tired we are, No matter how much busy we are. That sound of hushed laughter Over phone, A sweet, melodious sound from far, Seems so near and close to my heart. Minutes into hours over phone Fills me and my empty heart. It's like a new adventure, The time for you and me, Dancing the rhythm of Love over phone Which overwhelmed me. I love you much than The sun loves the moon. Much than the sea loves The sound of a river.


Poem Details | by Laurette van der Merwe |
Categories: love,

Love is not a sound

love is not a sound.
love is an action.
love is a smile at your child,
as she walks into the room.
love is a hug for someone
who is hurting inside.
love is a helping hand
to a physically challenge person.
love is giving a gift to someone
who doesn’t expect it.
love is cooking a special meal
for your husband
to show that you care.
love is giving of your time
to those who don’t have time left.
love is lending an ear to those
who just need you to listen.
love is paying-it-forward to those
who cannot pay it back.
love is rescuing a person
from injustice and bullying.
love is saving an animal 
from the hands of abusers.
love is a verb and not only a noun.


Poem Details | by Rashmi Pitre |
Categories: beauty, blessing, deep, desire, heart, lonely, love,

Aum the sound of universe

Aum- the sound of universe..

Short summer gave a delicate hue to the enchanting overflowing unborn..
 there to my left I saw the horizon clean
 and undoubtedly smelled the transparent air 
 So collected for years..
 I saw myself sleeping straight on the waves of the ocean below
 And curls running across my flowing hair..

 Gripped in the sound of 'Aum',
 I felt the softness of the curly bubbles breezing into my quiet skin..
 the looseness I saw swinging and swimming all through the ocean and the universe victimized..
 Breaking the breath in one jerk,

 my conscience revealed the pureness in the pure 
 and sacrifice pictured,
 the white in the bright and 
 unvoiced, uncorded, unborn witnessed !

 Rashmi Pitre (published n copyright work)


Poem Details | by Ravindra K Kapoor |
Categories: life, love, musiclost, sound, heaven, heaven, horse, lost, love, may, sound,

The Boatman's Song 11/ Many

The Boatman’s Song 			11/Many


Many moments passed, but none spoke a word
Or tried to moved away and remained lost 
In each other’s thoughts
They were lost in each others beauty and charms
Suddenly they found, they were in each other’s arms
None spoke a word and no one tried to depart
In those most cherished moments, love was showering on them
Thousands of flowers were blooming in their minds
And the fragrance of love was spreading in their hearts

Unknowingly both of them, became so dear to one another
As if, the Goddess of love had blessed them for each other
Those were the most lovely, beautiful and memorable moments
For which one waits for ever and for ever
Life is a strange drama they both were thinking 
Where what may happen in the next moments, no one knows ever

In the meanwhile the princess heard a sound coming from a distance
She got alert and made a good distance from the boatman
So that the visitor may not know, for what purposes she was here
But before leaving the boatman, she uttered in her lovely voice, 
Few words, which were glued with love, 
“My dream man I am princess of this kingdom
I will come back to hear you and your songs very soon some day
But at present I have to go immediately from here 
Please don’t ask anything right now from me”

Without a moment’s delay she moved away from there  
To a place, where she had left her horse in waiting for her 
The Princess rode on the horseback and moved here and there
As if, she had reached on that place, without any purpose
And came because her horse ran speedily and brought her there

She pretended to move the horse towards the direction
From where, on an other horse, her father was coming
He called, O Princess you are here, we were searching you
Every where over there, but could not locate you any where
Very innocently she replied,” O father, I was trying to see the river
And the sand dunes spreading all over here there 
And was about to return when you have come over here”

Ravindra					to continue ……..

Kanpur India   14th January 2010



* Apsara (A Nymph dancer of heaven as per Hindu Mythology
* Indra (The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra 
* Tarang (A name of the nymph) Tarang is a Hindi word means waves both 
    Visible or invisible like sound waves
* Saraswati (Goddess of knowledge, music & arts as per Hindu mythology)


Poem Details | by Nicholas Westerhausen |
Categories: dedication, depression, hope, life, loss, lost love, loveme, sound, anger, me, sound,

As I Sit Here and Wait

As I sit here and wait
My mind slowly does churn
Memories of you around and around

The sound of your soothing voice
The smell of your infatuating scent
The touch of your smooth skin
The sight of your unmatched beauty

Time turns to stone
As I wait alone
Unrighteous anger makes me its home

The sound of him making you laugh
The touch of his hand in yours
The sound of his endearments to you
The touch of his lips to yours

My fists are clenched
Sweat crosses my brow
I fight the anger away

It makes me sunken and hollow
It tells me I will never have a chance with you
It creates my depression
It foretells my unhappiness

But I fight my anger away

The anger banished
I sit and wait
Now only a test of my patience remains

As I sit here and wait
Our lives go on
I await the time when they'll combine


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: hate, love, relationship, wisdom, words,

Sound Of Sense


Say what you will, and make it great,
   But if you're speaking words of hate..

          I won't listen.

Make your argument, stirred or calm,
   But said with words that hurt or harm..

          I won't listen.

Write your thoughts for all to see,
   But if penned with animosity..

          I won't listen.

Speak the truth, and speak it loud,
   But if you're with the hateful crowd..

          I won't listen.

Deliver your message, strong and true,
   But if it's vitriol you spew..

          I won't listen.

Your opinions may be all the best,
   But if they fail the malice test..

          I won't listen.

I know you want to change the world,
   But if insults are the words you've hurled..

          I won't listen.

You may have wisdom that's quite profound,
   But if spoken from a vicious ground..

          I won't listen.

                    YET..

If you shake the hatred FREE,
   And speak with sound integrity..

          I.WILL.listen..

For you and I can save our race,
   If we just speak kindly, face-to-face..

          And LISTEN.


Poem Details | by Susan Gentry |
Categories: angel, blessing, freedom, heaven, love, sound, wisdom, words,

Lost

Lost in universal wonders...
pondering celestial bodies,
souls I have known...

Lost in firmament vastness...
pondering heavenly ideals,
blessings I have been given...

Lost in the pinion of liberosis...
pondering the concept of freedom,
opportunities I never took...

Lost in the throes of onism...
pondering my humanism,
choices I have made...

Lost in expressions of love...
pondering lissome words,
poems I have written and read...

Lost in continual noisiness...
pondering a sojourn of sorts
taking the time for repose...

Lost in voices of reason...
pondering wisdom and truth
praying to never besmirch them...

May 23, 2018


Eight-Word Challenge-6 by John Hamilton
Third Place Trophy Win

Best Free Verse Poem in May 2018 by Laura Loo
First Place

Best Free Verse April 1, 2018 to July 15, 2018 by John Hamilton
Second Place


Poem Details | by Louise Riveiro - Mitchell |
Categories: devotion, hope, life, love, words, heart, sound, heart, sound,

The Feelings Deep Within Me

I wonder if I can ever find the words 
Those that are in my heart and long to say
 I've tried so many times to start to write them
Yet they never sound the right way
 Do I say too little or too much
 Dare I say what's in my heart and how I long for his touch
 Just the sound of his voice would brighten my day
 To look in his eyes and know that there is all the words he can not say
To take his hand and hold it close to me
To stand beside him knowing it's where I will always want to be
 And so I sit and wonder of things that could be
For these words and feelings will always be with me


Poem Details | by Kerrie Doyle |
Categories: faith, life, love, uplifting,

sweetest sound

The wind blows, leaves rustle,
warm breeze brushes my skin.
There's a renewed energy in the air,
and I'm happier than I've ever been.

Flowers bloom around me, butterflies fly,
colors glisten brilliantly, in the lingering remnants of rain.
Peace and beauty are everywhere,
as the world alive whispers your name.


Poem Details | by humble b |
Categories: allegory, angst, art, black african american, christian, dream, faith, freedom, god, happiness, health, heaven, history, hope, imagination, inspirational, introspection, journey, life, love, peace, people, philosophy, prayer, religion, religious, science, slam, social, space, spiritual, star, success, time, uplifting, urban, visionary, light, sound, earth, light, sound, time,

Mind and Sound

Only light can penetrate the 
darkness
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
through
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 
time 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
energy
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its 
existence, 
I've owned the power of 
omnificence 

I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a 
descendant 
Created in the image of a 
thought
and a feeling from the 
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from 
rhythmic
pulse that manipulates 
subconscious minds

Immersed  between 4 and 7 
hertz;
brainwaves halt to a conscious 
sleep
All  chakras are aligned shining 
crown energy 
and now my consciousness 
begins to reap! 
and light begins to penetrate 
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there 

is now flooded with sound 
patterns
that force brainwaves to submit 
to power
of omnipresent sound that 
always was 
and always will be connected to 
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially 
beyond;
physical time and space

I long to embrace the intensity 
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds 
that resonate from the inner 
core
and continue to connect 
through the binaural beats that 
-  
remind me of before

Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining 
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel 
while reaping an abundance of 
benefits and rewards
Listen!! 
It's already yours

Just reach out and grab it 
as long as intention and ego is 
checked
the universe will correspond 
accordingly
it will deliver a life to you divine 
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that 
were there from before
They will guide to to the 
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect 
directly with the source 




Poem Details | by Donna Jones |
Categories: love, sound,

Lilac Blooms

I saw you again yesterday
Our eyes met, you looked away

I remember the songs you used to sing
As I sit here and wonder if my phone will ring

Now I'm picking a glass of lilac blooms
You planted for me, back when we shared bedrooms

It's been oh so long ago...
But time stands still, as you say hello

The sound of your voice makes me quiver
 May the lilacs stay in bloom forever....

©Donna Jones


Poem Details | by Trinity Chasara |
Categories: addiction, cute love, dedication, devotion, funny love, love,

I love the sound of your voice

I love the sound of your voice
My heart sings when you speak
Turns into symphonies and orchestras
Of sweet melodious bliss 
That when my ear tastes
My inner joy swells and abounds
Like a river in spate
Unfettered, deep, and resounding
Fresh as the medleys of life
That feed from infinite vastness
I love the sound of your voice
It is soft as doves, captivating and beautiful
Granted to hear now and ever after
Through morning, noon and night
Summer, winter and spring
Then I would gather each sentiment
Like lilies and toss
Each scent that is hope and peace
Upon the bed of my soul
Where the voice that I love to hear
Would come to me with angel kisses
And be my lullaby.


Poem Details | by HOLLY MOORE |
Categories: hope, love, sound, sound,

Silent Love

She seeks the noise but no sound reaches her mind
During the day, she walks the cobblestone path
The frustration of silence she wants to leave behind

The market’s her design to see what she can find
Clickty-clack, the men on horses bustling past her
She seeks the noise but no sound reaches her mind

The beggars she offers food because she is kind
People shouting and yelling selling their goods
The frustration of silence she wants to leave behind

She tries to find a way to her home but becomes intertwined
Trumpets blare, knights emerge, and jugglers perform
She seeks the noise but no sound reaches her mind

Onto his horse he swiftly lifts her, and she feels divine
From the streets he has saved her, the face she remembers 
The frustration of silence she wants to leave behind
 
Her lover she has found, finally she is defined
In his arms he holds her, his love he tells of her
She seeks the noise but no sound reaches her mind
The frustration of silence she wants to leave behind

©Holly PMoore
   November 2012

I followed the format of Dylan Thomas' "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night." 


Poem Details | by Joseph Hartley |
Categories: confusion, depression, loss, lost love, pain, romantic, light, sound, light, sound,

Emptiness

Emptiness.
A vast expanse of waste yet all enclosed,
The only light a thornless rose,
Will my heart withstand the test?
The stars once shone but now are gone,
Love with its once auspicious grace,
Fruitless and sad it lingers on,
Yearns for a now departed face...

Hope now dead,
And all around, want fights light 'till death is found,
And numbéd sound from in the ground,
Kills the sound of life from overhead.
That star is gone, by me loved long,
Within another sphere of space,
Dies the strength of Love's lovely song,
But cannot leave without a trace...


Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beach, beautiful, beauty, color, confidence, cute love, dance, deep, desire, destiny, earth, emotions, encouraging, feelings, freedom, heartbreak, heartbroken, hope, inspirational, july, june, love, love hurts, lust, mirror, miss you, missing you, nature, ocean, passion, romance, romantic, sad love, sea, seasons, simple, solitude, soulmate, sound, summer, sun, symbolism, together, travel, uplifting, vacation, wind, wisdom, woman, women,

Shades

a bright sun
danced with the sea

on her shades

eyes spoke feelings 
only she could see


Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beautiful, color, dream, fantasy, feelings, for her, good morning, green, hello, how i feel, humanity, innocence, inspiration, inspirational, joy, life, light, lost love, love, meaningful, miracle, miss you, missing, missing you, music, nature, passion, places, psychological, red, sexy, simple, soulmate, sound, summer, sun, sunshine, truth,

Sound of Colors

I woke up to the sound of colors
from a misty dream 

heard the blue bells ringing
and a trombone playing the cream

a pink rhapsody kissed my lips 
as the sun climbed into our bed

whispering a love song 
in yellow, orange, and red.


Poem Details | by Chad Greef |
Categories: character, community, conflict, courage, father, feelings, forgiveness, fun, growing up, hero, i love you, image, passion, relationship, sound, spoken word, student, truth, violence, visionary, wisdom, youth,

Role-Model

When I was called little brother, 
I smiled.
It meant I have an elder sibling.
One from whom I could learn,
To discern,
Between Light and Dark.

What about the Grey?

Only a few would about the grey; 
Enquire.
Even fewer, 
Perhaps none
Would even begin to aspire,

Is grey the divider?

What is a divider?
A partition,
A separation, 
A barrier.

In essence a carrier,
Of both dark and Light;
Having both thane sight!

The grey is never contrite,
It does and will do on sight!!!

Come with your purported might!
Closer…
Closer…
Unseen seen chaos,
These are my instruments,
Your might;;; 
Will be eaten as sacrements.

For continual human growth within, 
Mistakes rectified by the elder or role model;
Taught the current crop must be,
Lessons are as seeds;;; 
Planted into our mother, 
Blending with Earth, Water and Sun,
The seed transmutes and soon the seed has had its fun,
A plant is now the end product.

We humans are also ever transforming,
Perhaps not as apparent as natural beauty forming,

But what is natural beauty?

What is beauty?


Random randominity is beauty natural,
Random beauty is natural randominity,
Natural randominity is random beauty,
Beautiful randominity randoms naturally,


In essence;
Culturally cultural.

Not an over-spill,
Providence shines.
Understanding and comprehension,
In succession,
For thee

The trick however is to pass on that understanding and comprehension.
But how do you do that?
When most of the generation is tuned to the Playstation!
Violent games evocating the continuation
Of our disgusting violent nation.

Perhaps attempt to not scold or tell;
Allow thane actions to speak wonders,
As an undiscovered well.

Keep the resonance of thane bell,
Consistant.
Perhaps another revolutionary,
Your prodige has to be selectant,
Of his student, his confectionary.

Without this passing down of knowledge,
We all might as well eat the most poisonous berry.


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: cute love, humor, love, music, romantic, sound,

I DELIGHT AT HER CURVES

I DELIGHT AT HER CURVES Her curves sparkles in the night I, beguiled to play with her in delight Gently, I pick her arch to steady Deep breath slips, we both are ready My breath softly tiptoes upon her neck as I stir her lightly with planted pecks Over her body, my hands diddle a rondeau sighs and moans escapes a high and low Her curves sparkles in the night I, beguiled to play with her in delight Gently, I pick her arch to steady Deep breath slips, we both are ready Strokes and blows birth tension: a mountain high focused, for here and now must be a bull's eye As one, we wind in merry-go-round sweet the beat we fire boils a dynamite heat Her curves sparkles in the night I, beguiled to play with her in delight Gently, I pick her arch to steady Deep breath slips, we both are ready Fragile lass I caress her first class so as I fiddle and fondle, she in dash The sounds and feelings bloom more wild as the movements we shared one big style Her curves sparkles in the night I, beguiled to play with her in delight Gently, I pick her arch to steady Deep breath slips, we both are ready She shouts and shouts, while I push and pull My heart reach atop and my mind a sugar full... Then, the door's open, mom strides with a frown saying, "Your violin too loud, shut it down..." _____________________________________________ Sponsor Shadow Hamilton Contest Name Love or Hate pick a subject #2 ==Placed 4th== O.EGuillermo 3:33 pm, March 10, 2015


Poem Details | by Deeana Valencia |
Categories: adventure, death, fear, forgiveness, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, hope, imagination, inspirational, introspection, loss, love, mystery, sad, son, heart, woman, music, sound, day, heart, me, music, sound,

The Woman In White

It was a cold and rainy night.
The stars were shining bright.
It seemed as if the world was at a pause and not a person was in sight.
I sat quietly in my car, 
the sound of music I heard blasting from a far.
I opened my door,
stepped out slowly and looked around.
Now suddenly the music stopped,
not a word is heard, not even a sound.
I turned my head, looked over my shoulder,
I saw a woman running.
She was wearing a white gown.
I couldn't help but wonder why this woman running
flaunted such a frown.
I followed her footsteps,
I listened for the sound.
Running through the darkness,
one question came to mind,
Who would leave this woman?
Who would be so heartless?
How can someone leave her when she is so obviously distraught?
Abruptly a sound was heard.
I came to a stop.
I listened closely.
It was a gunshot.
Now fearful I stood.
I began to run as fast as I could.
I ran so fast, I could hear my heart beating.
I came upon my car and noticed a woman bleeding.
She was gasping for air.
Someone had shot her and left her to die there.
It was as if they didn't even care.
She reached for my hand,
whispered softly to me
"never trust a man"
At that moment her hand dropped.
I knew her heart had stopped.
I looked at her white gown now dripping red.
I I cried to myself and pondered what she had said.
This could be me.
I could be lying here dead.
I will remember her words always.
They will haunt me for the rest of my days.
This moment I will never forget.
No man should ever be such a threat.

This was the day my life would change.
From this day on I would never be the same.
The lesson I learned here,
never have such fear.
Fear that will keep me from being free.
I learned that I can be happy just being me.


Poem Details | by sharon chirau |
Categories: dedication, music, sound, love, music, sound,

he is music,music is him

Confidence,a radiant aura that defines him 
Even whilst holding dear Jes playing a tune on a whim 
It exudes and transcends his playing flaws until- 
All you can hear turns symphonic like Beethoven 
And his candidness,with each string,becomes proven 

Laudable,is his love and passion for music 
A true love of a jealous kind covering up like a tunic 
Rare as a four leaf clover,a gift from God that makes- 
The sound of his voice melt any frozen heart 
And bring harmony and laughter to a world torn apart 

Illustrious,like the great Achilles born to Thetis and Peleus 
His percussive skills reflect the nature of his muse 
Bringing unique blends of sound to greats like Hamilton- 
Even Lira and Victor can testify to his idiosyncrasy 
That which makes his sound distinguished and classy 

Fastidious,a trait that echoes in his work and mannerism 
'By the blood' is evidently a show of this perfectionism 
Though he carries his talent in a humble manner- 
He expresses himself with great felicity 
Not forgetting that grand touch of simplicity 

Fearless,he valiantly navigates his gift in a foreign land 
Grabbing opportunities whilst gaining the upper hand 
Though fearsome he may be when faced with commitment- 
Love abides in him,he strives to achieve the dream 
Knowing within that he is music,and music is him..


Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: business, christmas, imagery, river, sad love, sound, water,

December Rain

It is the middle of an unusually warm Connecticut December
dark drizzly deep afternoon.

Drizzly wait,
not long before her hungry needy kids return from school,
she props herself against back porch wall,
knees up,
peering out 
listens to wonder how her life is the same,
and different,
compared to this river flowing surely and widely
but silently south behind their backyard,
while the river of cars in front
shuttle up and down the state highway's over-fueled Advent traffic,
punctuated with violent horn blasts,
or perhaps warmly intended "Hello"s, "I'm passing by...."

Passing.
Water toward the south Sound,
carbon-eaters to her back,
across the front yard Advent
of early evening's commercial family business,
industry,
institutions for competing commodification
flowing stealthily and syncopatedly impatient toward,
and then by-passing away.

By-passing,
messiah's mass faltering
to sing in her faithful
but worn thin heart and air,
hoping her river loves co-redemptive Sounding ocean
even more than busy motors 
surging through more urgent toxic time
invest to completely commercialize
this Birthing Wonder's self-purgative sacred flow
into co-therapeutic nature.

Flow,
transubstantiating home and families
into consumer markets
float down her river of mid-December's discontent
with waiting.

Discontent,
gloaming river fog
spreads miraculously radiant around one uninvited yellow street light,
waits for her family's bus
to deliver this December night's transforming birth.


Poem Details | by Kristin Reynolds |
Categories: love, native american, nature, peace, places

The Sound of the Prairies

wheat at its finest.
      long before the cut of blade
and grinding of teeth –

it sings through clear wind –
      rolling waves, soft in their hush
raising old ones souls,

ingraining lifetimes
     upon the wanderer’s skin –
raising hairs on necks –

recognizing sound
      as it is meant to be heard –
wheat is heeded wind.

always, wheat whispers   
     hush…(the heart of prairie grass)
through the mouth of wind




Poem Details | by Winged Warrior |
Categories: cute love, i love you, june, music, romance, sound,

BLACK AND WHITE

Note up
step back,
one white
two black.
As I
play live
our tune,
my heart
is on 
our love.
Though it
Is late
In June,
my soul
shall fly
this dove.
With the
moon brite
I feel
the mood
Is right.
Will you 
be my
cute bride
this nite.

March.06.2016   1.Piano Keys For Black & White Contest