autumn, lost love,
by Andrea Dietrich |
Like violets were her eyes when first I spied
the lady with a sweet child’s face who peeked
at me from bushes that she stood beside,
alluring Lilah, beaming, apple-cheeked!
And so it was that more and more I found
myself among the lilacs in that place
where first we’d met, that I might hear the sound
of Lilah’s laugh and glimpse her angel’s face.
On fragrant garden paths we knew the thrill
of blossoming affection. Poetry
was time we spent! But when my love fell ill,
the autumn of our bliss was not to be. . .
I visit Lilah now where she’s at rest
nearby the lilac blooms she liked the best.
by Emile Pinet |
beauty, emotions, feelings, imagery, love hurts, music, passion,
Callused fingers press vibrating strings
drawing passion from a violin.
And with burnished wood snug to his cheek
the violinist plays from its heart.
Subtle vibes saturate my being
as crying strings elicit feelings.
And expounding on love’s betrayal
music stirs the imagination.
His bow hangs like a lingering kiss
savoring the taste of ecstasy.
And then with tears trickling down his cheek
he unleashes unbridled fervor.
Experiencing pangs of rapture
sound slips the bonds of reality.
And as each note penetrates my heart
it ignites flames of fire and passion.
by Andrea Dietrich |
After the party and all our great fun,
new friends were trickling out my front door.
With their goodbye hugs, they left one by one,
and I was left feeling surely “the more
the merrier” was a phrase that was true
with my apartment now emptied of sound!
But through the night, I’d been noticing YOU.
Unlike the others, you’d just stuck around.
You told me you’d waited all night for the chance
to be with me only. My heart skipped a beat.
Putting on music, you asked for a dance!
The moment was magic, and you were so sweet.
Today we still dance to that same song.
After the party, my prince came along!
June 29, 2019
by Tim Smith |
When i wake from my happy dream
I remember magic did appear
Angels sang and freedom rang
and you and I were there
We sat amongst the flowing fields
with fauna all around
I held you tight through the night
never making but a sound
Before we woke three words we spoke
which were meaningless until today
as we kissed under the acient oak
I asked you if you'd stay
For I have dreamt and I have wished
for a love that will ring true
so a Christmas Wish I ask of you
is for you to love me too.
by Lu Loo |
The sheets beneath the shadow lights a spark,
for whence we laid down he nestled his head.
Our enchantment lights magic in the dark,
but so much is spoken with words unsaid.
For love can be given without a sound,
and received within the silence of night.
Freely nurturing with touching, profound,
nevertheless understood without sight.
Let us keep the secrets of passion calm,
yet exalt beyond the whisper of breeze.
Free from apprehension and busy qualm,
longing for our souls to be hushed with ease.
For as long as we remain free from sound,
our mystical romance will be unbound.
~28 April 2016~
by Judy Bonin |
fantasy, imagination, loss
Hardened solid is the clay
That shapes the way I am today
I dream escape from endless grief
Restoring child-like belief
Experience has made me cold
Stolen who I was before
Left behind half of a whole
Changed the essence of my core
I wish to dance in brilliant light
Cleanse my soul with gentle rain
Slumber sound in dark of night
At dawn awaken without pain
Soar up high in skies above
Gaze down upon meadows green
To once again believe in love
To have faith in things unseen
Memories that formed the clay
Although impossible to do
Will them all to melt away
And live the bliss that I once knew
by Arturo Michael |
Shines for all to see
Lights the night with stars that never speak
Go walking thru their silent world...unheard
Speak of life’s unspoken dreams
Cry a river of tears onto the sea
Waits patiently for love to be free...naturally
Burns of Fire deep down inside
Know somehow we will survive
In silence of sound I breathe... Silently
by Robertina B. |
encouraging, inspirational, peace, uplifting,
The sun sets..
There is a candle burning..
Candle light ..
A flickering flame..
A tender flame that glows so lovely..
Peace and quiet..
Silent and still
Only the sound of a slight crackle..
By a warm glowing candle..
In my moment of silence..
In my moment of serenity
I softly whisper a prayer of gratitude..
A heartfelt prayer of pure Love..
My entire being had been lifted by divine love..
The flame of the candle had died..
For I am now the flame of the candle..
Glowing with divine love and light..
by Nina Parmenter |
emotions, joy, poetry, poets,
A poet feels in metaphors
and images. A poet pours
their inner world into the air
and innocently leaves it there,
untethered. A poet stores
their love in dactyls, bares their flaws
in anapaests, fights inner wars
in verse, and all a mind can bear
a poet feels.
A poet never once ignores
the seam of bliss that underscores
the world. They paint its lines with flair,
excited that their words can share
such joy - for all the eye adores
a poet feels.
1 August 2019
For Charles Messina’s Rondeau Contest
Note: English accent! Metaphors / pours / stores / flaws / wars / ignores / underscores / adores all end in the same “ors” sound.
by Elaine George |
Alone in a meadow in the pouring rain
I find the stone that causes all my pain,
As I stumble through the fog in disbelief
I fall down upon my knees and sob in grief
The fog horn cries her mournful sound
As my heart falls down, beneath the ground
Crying out to God for mercy all in vain
To take away the stone that bears your name
Author: Elaine George
by Patricia L Graham |
bullying, dark, depression, grief, murder, poverty, time,
The hideous and the humble
Blood peppers falling snow
As world hurtles to the tipping point
Life chokes on ignited air
Wrenching love from hungry mouths
Stars fall without sound
Some weep helpless, day through night
Ever wondering how
Never knowing why ...
by harry horsman |
love, thank you,
Your willing lips encased entwined with mine
The taste as soft as the morning cast dew,
Emerald eyes the clarity of wine
Brings to mind the wondrous Castle to view.
Your voice as sweet as Thrush in harmony
A chorus awakened to the sunlight,
Penetration of love in litany
In deep alliteration morn till night.
Embraced in shackled touch with bonds thus bind
Oh I will of words pen of this love found,
You took a sad heart upon like did find
Staid the exterior yet ardour sound.
Your love's reflection my happiest days
This need to tell you in so many ways.
© Harry J Horsman 2013
by Paul Callus |
love, rain, water,
I am not a rain dog
With my tail between my legs
Dying to run home in haste
Away from showers that gradually increase
And then come pounding heavily down
Like sheets of splintered pearly glass
I am not a loner
Who leads a wasted life
On doorsteps sharing aching pain
With others who live rough
Deprived of warmth and comfort
I am a lover
I inhale the smell
Enjoy the caressing feel
Of seductive teasing raindrops
They fall around
With sweetest sound
Passionate the call
16th October, 2014
Contest: "I do not know"
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
by Joseph Spence Sr |
devotion, faith, hope, inspirational, life, time, visionarylove,
The soul whom the Son sets free
is free indeed,
Unlocking the rusting shackles
Allowing life’s amazing grace
to shine with His embrace,
Transformation of soul’s darkness
to light’s brightness,
The uplifting revelation of God’s
truth of freedom,
His extraordinary and infinite power
shining love every hour,
Preservation and hope for life
His love abound, no strife
How sweet the sound—
Wrapped in His embrace
Singing Amazing Grace!
17th Place Honorable Mention/Certificate
Poetry Soup's International Poetry Contest
July 1, 2007
by liam mcdaid |
angel, beauty, dream, emotions, feelings, love, sun,
love the style of your morning kiss
dancing lips deeply dazzling bliss
Catch you after curtain calls my dreams tonight
until the sun kisses your eyelids with golden light
Beautiful in one's mind weakness sang a dream
just floated to you dancing upon sunshine beams
Captivating ball of flames burning bright not the past
radiating golden warm future holds destiny our torch shines a light everlasting
Holding inside believing crowning beauty silently whispers without sound
Rising as night's tears leave a dew upon the ground
Crystal blue clear the happiness within joy brings
inside every wish was your desire softly feathers touching wings embracing sing
by Katrina Keller-Cole |
love hurts, relationship, sorrow, time,
Yesterday I forgot the shade of your eyes
I struggled to remember your touch
Today I forgot the sound of your voice
Each day I don't miss you so much
In the end you only brought me sorrow
I wonder what I won't remember tomorrow
by Keith Bickerstaffe |
He hurries home late from the office
and hesitates out on the lawn,
the mists are swirling like her dress,
the moon is frowning down.
The music in her soft blue eyes,
that hungry look upon her face
makes him tremble like a teenager
fumbling his first date.
Hoping she's gotten home safely,
beguiled by her lingering perfume,
his wife and kids are sound asleep,
he tiptoes through the family room.
Bedeviled by such fervent yearnings
full-compounded day to day,
a strangled heart, a tortured soul,
old love, new love - there is no easy way.
by Rick Parise |
death, lost love, love,
Could it be in despair
The naked tree weep in song
O' how her pastel love
In silence had simply gone
And now to sit in moonlight haze
The pen, paper, the empty page
Lying in silence without a sound
Ripped and torn I slowly drown
by Bryn Strudwick |
You stand once more beside the harbour wall
This is the third night I have seen you there.
I watch you from a distance, proud and tall
A shaft of sunlight glinting in your hair
What is it draws you to that spot each day?
What thoughts of sadness occupy your mind?
The memory of a love far, far away,
A yearning for your homeland left behind?
Sad seagulls’ cries provide the only sound;
You reach out, casting something on the sea
And then, oblivious to all around,
You slip away still steeped in mystery
I look down where the water gently flows.
It’s empty save for one dark, crimson rose
by Rick Parise |
hope, lost love, memory, love, memory,
My sizzling flame has faded in the midst of Summer's embrace
and taken my virgin flower of delicately woven lace
In subtle shadows and fading light
silently in bewilderment I crumble without sight
For each year of happiness and silver dream abound
now a resonating memory silent without a sound
As I walk the cobble stone path where our days had found no end
I raise my arms above and pray for this love to mend
If only a God-sent chance should fall my weary way
this love I would cherish endless with each passing day
In subtle shadows and fading light
each memory of you held forever in soft moonlight
by daver austin |
Hearth-side colors aromas
Sound of Jingle Bells carols
All the senses taking one back -
back when imagination was fertile rooted in
In magic and love
We – even the godless – cherish the entire month
But what when December fades?
I say there should be another month
Oh not rooted in time –
A contemplative month – outside the let-down that is
When one goes out the window taps the eternal
love and joy listening to that inner voice
“Nothing is over
Here is eternal Christmas in the true sense
by shanta sumaiya |
april, bangla, i love you,
i can remember the day
first met with you
i saw the blue deep eyes
that was the day
fall in love with you....
i can feel you around me
when you are not there
you are my oxygen
i can breathe lively here
in love everything is fair......
my heart beats for you
my sleep dreams for you
my sound sing for you
just wanna to say
i love you....
by Johnette Loefgren |
lost love, on writing and words, sad,
She laced her eyes
closed with the ties
of lover's binding vows
she's flying blind
to prick your mind
she's writing now.
She's gained conclusions
from her flight,
and virtues from your smile,
she felt your face
in blinding grace,
she glorifies your style.
The double helix
to form us as it may,
we choose another one
a place for us to stay.
on her tongue,
She spins around,
in sightless sound,
deaf and dumb.
by Frederic Parker |
You come to me, fill my world with delight
And hold my captured heart so pure and true
To dance with you 'till days of breathless flight
In gentle fashion tender hearts pursue
The love you share is free from dark despair
And beats a vibrant sound a welcomed tone
To lift my soul above the lightest air
And nurture every day that lovers own
For this my love I give to you my heart
To kiss with passion's lips what love acquires
We'll count each star before they burn apart
With dreams and wishes filled beyond desires
To live each year our eyes of passion see
We found our love was always meant to be
1/13/17 Dedicated to Lovers everywhere
by Charmaine Chircop |
death, longing, love,
He left her side
Going... She knows not where
The last sound of footsteps
But... He will come back
Looking through old photographs
Love letters and places
He will be back.
He will come back to her caring arms
Her compassionate eyes
Their secret ways and her smiling face.
He will be back
A little bit too early
A little bit too late.
Far too late
Far too late to unlock the door to his desired faith.
Far too late for begging apologies
No one has ever returned from the dead.
Just a poem :)