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Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: romance, romantic love, spiritual,

If this was my last poem

Come to me my beloved,
save me from life's brutalities,
so this heart can soften -
sparkle like a million fireflies.

For you hold the light
to illuminate my soul.
For you are the ceremony
and I the dance.
As you come near,
I'll spin like a mad man,
dancing in the rain.

If to touch you is a sin,
then I am a sinner,
yearning to sin till my last breath.

If to hold you, means to lose everything,
then I will live as a penniless man,
rich within the luxuries of your affection.

If to love you is a crime,
then I am a criminal,
lock me away and dispose of the key,
chain me within the chambers of your heart.

If this is my last poem,
then let these words become spirits,
sleeping within the sacred sanctuary 
of your supernal soul.

Silent One
Simple Musing
5 January 2019




Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: death, emotions, grief, heartbroken, lost love, spiritual, surreal,

The Red Leaf



the raspy whisper finally gets my full attention - wistfully I smile ..for its persistence reminds me of you.. the crisp red leaf scuttles scrapingly across the gray pavement to and fro like a dancing crab moving with the emotions of the winds chasing me as it seemed like I had chased my dreams - blown in directions left up to chance ..until I met you.. ..is it now as it was then Destiny for in this instant my sense of direction seems predestined.. a smoky scent does spice the chilled blue air reminding me of our cozy nights curled with the fire ..entranced as we were with our warmth and our flame.. could it be love signals from the hearth calling me home? ..my soul feels akin to the red leaf - the wafting smoke - and I’m ready to follow.. is it the cold atmosphere playing tricks on my eyes - or ..is that really YOU standing there..? Oh, how my broken being has suffered in my pining desire to be with you I run to you! years of yearning prayers answered fingertips straining - stretching further reaching out to touch you the whole of my being aching to hold you and enfold you ..ah, I feel your heat so very close to me.. but alas - I fall to my knees my arms empty but for the loss I carry your warm breath on the nape of my neck as I close my eyes but only my hot want brewed with a cool wisp of a breeze ..Oh God! Please! just let it be let me go.. my being is less than a dying ember I am but ashes in my grief withered in my autumn season without you still... ...and I realize your fading glow is just the sun slanting low blurring wicked whimsy with my wild sorrow in the burning of these bitter tears Susan Ashley December 2, 2018 ~ Poem Of The Day ~ ` December 4, 2018


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: appreciation, romantic love, sensual, soulmate, spiritual, true love,

The Amorous Mystique



Can it be, into this world we are dropped from heavenly streams that have never stopped? With sweet hope gifted to our souls delight, oceans of love and its fiery desires; ladies so fair, we thank our keen eyesight and leap into romance hottest fires. Can it be, wonderment is our reward given for living in a world so hard? With love's soulmate waiting a heart to touch, deepest seas of hot sexual pleasures; daring to embrace and love very much this bountiful store, of life's great treasures. Can it be, that in life's short duration we go beyond mere infatuation? With deeper dreams that bless spirits in need, grant romantic nights of sweetest relief; birth greatest pleasures of harvested seeds fruited in soul's spiritual beliefs. Your questions asked with pulsing energy of lovers’ wonderland of synergy.. Gifts do flow from fountain to foundations of souls inspiring minds to understand; seductive passion’s yearning flirtations of red embers roused to lusty flames fanned. In awe you long to know love’s mysteries, untangling threads in tender reveries.. Of all the gold offered in sun’s rich rays Sol would be poor in the worth of our love; for never could there be more wealth of praise than for ambrosial taste from gods above. During this life as our lustrous hearts’ beat we can transcend mundane with love’s white heat.. Our physical plane of mortal being is heightened with intimate unity; body and soul in tantra foreseeing weaving love’s strands into eternity. Robert JLindley and Susan Ashley (a collaboration) July 31, 2018 ______________________________ *For the purpose of this collaboration, tantra represents the weaving of strands into a unified whole and liberation of energy and expansion of consciousness*


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: forgiveness, freedom, growth, humanity, inspiration, love, spiritual,

The Gifts Of The Fourth Chakra



Wild spirit - I cherished you tender within my halo of prana careful not to hurt you as I worked to set you free using peaceful hands in harmony with my heart-song I beheld your fragile form of freedom lost as your panicked eyes pleaded release.. and in those precious and few sacred moments - I felt you relinquish your fight or flight to my mission of mildness... a unifying lesson of love befell us that day and when again you flew on turquoise wings through reflective silver winds - you elevated in mindful mercy to compassionate heights in revered reverberations.. gratified to be as one with the universe - reborn in your new found freedom ~ Susan Ashley October 7, 2018 _________________________ *For the purpose of this poem, I use the emotional elements of the fourth chakraThe fourth chakra refers to love and self-acceptance, the ability to give and receive love freely and feeling connected with the universe as a wholeAlso referred to as the heart chakra, it is associated with the healing energy of love and is regarded as the center of compassionA balanced heart chakra is considered to be a wellspring of inner happiness and peace.* *I use the color turquoise to represent a dynamic energy of self-love/acceptance/forgiveness, growth, humanism, inner peace and healing.* *I use the color silver to represent a cleansing element for one’s spirit, a mirror for the soul and a letting go of negative energyAlso, as a vehicle in seeking deeper truth and compassionate understanding to enhance one’s sense of altruism and to achieve a state of perfect balance and harmony in body, mind and spirit.*


Poem Details | by Charlie Smith |
Categories: love, mystery, spiritual,

Sweet Mysteries

Divinity lives beyond description Alone, a weary heart cries from its pain Desire eager for its conscription Might truth and love turn this way again? Sweet mysteries, this life, in dreams of thee Yield fantasy's passion I dare to share Walk from this muse, I pray to live in me Conceding this, my love, unto your care On lifeless shadows, cast your glowing light Bring a blessed presence to this peace I seek Rest too this solemn shade, this endless night With angelic verse, but you could only speak For seeking dreams to dream from up above I cast my will and fate to seek your love 09/19/2018 Beautiful Mystery Contest Sponsored by John Hamilton Fourth Place


Poem Details | by Lynn Marie |
Categories: beautiful, devotion, happiness, inspiration, life, love, nostalgia, passion, spiritual, wedding,

Love Is

Love is a rainbow mirrored in the sky
Its free, its beautiful and tells no lies

A gleaming reflection
Upon the still of a pond
The dewy mist on a freshly cut lawn

Love is a sanctuary for our innermost fears
A tiny capsule to hold all of our tears

A symbol of beauty, rare to be found
Its strength and convictions
Knows no bounds

Love is the touch of our first newborn
So soft, so delicate, so easy to adore

An unconditional consenting of souls
An awareness, a spirit, unique to its own

Love soothes and heals though cannot be bought
An eternal commitment so widely sought

Love is a truth and blossoms for few
A necessity of life, a uniting of hearts
A palette so stunning, so beautiful and new

Love is how I feel for you.


Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: love, snow, spiritual, wisdom,

Cascading Love



By the breath of God frost is given..
Hast thou entered into 
the treasures of the snow?..
Out of whose womb came the ice?
and the hoary frost of heaven, 
who hath gendered it?
— Job 37:10; 38:22,29


Standing in the winter cold,
tasting the small snowflakes that fall
I think of you, my God..
and your boundless cascading love
You revealed to me the secret treasures of the snow
How each small act of kindness
is like one little glistening snowflake that the wind blow
Your love so heavenly dispersed
across the whole earth
Billions and billions of countless snowflakes,
I open my mouth wide to taste
So much heavenly love cascading down;
I see the virgin snow shining all around,
as more snowflakes of love fall to the ground
Your godly wisdom shows us
that the heart of man wax cold
So You reveal the warmth of Your endless love
in the form of the falling snow
Your evergreen shower of white love covers the whole earth
Each small snowflake 
represents an act of pure faith birth love
given to each individual
Billions and billions of souls,
and billions of countless yet-to-be more
Be fruitful and multiply God said:
Let the whole earth abound with love
I see the snowflakes of cascading charity
shed abroad from the heavens above
Such pure, falling white love 
Oh, how the cold feels so warm!
So much infinite love cascading down
Your love, my God, truly transforms
And more snow, more snow.more snowflakes
keep falling out from the storm — 
like hoar frost manna
falling down from the sky
They’re heavenly tears of joy..
descending, 
gently melting in my mind
Of whose falling,
I now know the meaning why


Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: love, spiritual, truth, wisdom,

Invisible Colors



About our first parents,
here’s something beautiful to know
Adam was created perfect,
and from out of him, Eve followed
God said to His Son:
You and I, We are One 
Lets make them like us,
in Our image color them invisible
Give them one rainbow soul,
two spirits with hearts of gold
But the most precious gift of all,
God gave them a skin of faith
So they could live under the Son,
bathing in the bright rays 
of His love, free and unafraid
Using invisible colors,
is how Adam and Eve were body painted
With a faith paintbrush,
their children were meant to be picture perfect sainted
God made us all in His image — 
beautiful invisible colors
God said teach your children this one thing:
to love one another
God said to Adam and Eve:
your children are all sisters and brothers
For I have blessed them, you see,
to look like My Son and Me — 
Pure and holy invisible colors
We were meant to be fruitful and abound,
growing in love for one another
And I will confess right now:
We are One.everybody connected to each other
And I love you and you and you,
for you are all my sisters and brothers
Looking good in our spiritual skin:
beautiful invisible colors.
beautiful invisible colors


Poem Details | by Anna-Marie Docherty |
Categories: art, bereavement, body, care, death, death of a friend, dedication, devotion, emotions, farewell, feelings, future, giving, grief, heart, hope, how i feel, i love you, leaving, life, longing, lost, lost love, love, memory, miss you, missing, missing you, remember, sad, sad love, spiritual, strength, symbolism, tribute, trust,

Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece


Poem Details | by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories: repetition, spiritual, words,

God's Strength, God's Word, God's Love

trijan refrain 

The heart half full means something’s wrong -
the Spirit’s oil runs low.
When emptied, broken, we are strong
refilled, and ready so -
God’s strength can fix a heart gone dull
our selfish contents He can cull.
       God’s strength restores
       God’s strength restores
each day to keep our mark on full

The heart half full means needs may go
unmet by God’s own grace.
We’re called to let our fellows know
that they can win this race.
God’s Word abounds with help each day,
it must be read to find the Way.
       God’s Word abounds
       God’s Word abounds
to fill the empty hearts who stray.

The heart half full calls us to prayer,
it’s time to take a break.
Engaged with work, no time to spare
another’s thirst to slake?
God’s love pours forth when we look up
and ask for wisdom in our cup
       God’s love pours forth
       God’s love pours forth
enough to share, our neighbors sup.

written by Reason APoteet
posted September 19, 2014


**I realize this is a combination of iambic verse in tetrameter, trimeter, and dimeter but that is the requirement for a trijan refrain, a variable line lengthIf it does not meet the rules of your contest, I will understand.


Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: emotions, fantasy, feelings, hope, love, romantic, spiritual,

Celtic Dreams

Celtic Dreams

The Celtic dreams come forth through auric visions of an all-seeing eye
An ancient calling where the mystic rivers flow down a rugged mountain
while Angels bathe in the springs of an everlasting and radiant beauty
The Soul grasps at memories enfolding within fields of emerald green, 
where the sun kisses the golden barley as it dances softly to a warm, 
beautiful breeze

I see my blessed star once more awaiting me upon the great golden plain, 
enchanting the beautiful songbirds’ sweet melodies, and holding the air 
one breathesI come on the breath of a sigh, as the haunting Celtic pipes
are calling breathlessly to your adoring beauty, with true angelic music
playing wondrous tunes to you over the mountains forever more.

From the Kingdom of Arrach, I stand looking out over a magical mountain
river from which mighty waters roar, and find deep ethereal senses pure
where the inner eye sees through murky depths, on the edge of a dark 
mysterious voyage toward the dreams of my pastStars twinkle in an 
azure sky, and within these stars my Diamond Queen is shining, as liquid
gold melts blending gently with radiant colors of a misted celestial light

I stand as the true power of an ancient time, and the past lives live on
within my warrior heartHigh above the mountain an eagle spreads its
wings, evoking the horizon, and sounding soft echoes as an affectionate
callingMy beloved, this Celtic heart beats only for youCome to me from 
your star, and we shall join once more, uniting dreams under the sleeping
eyelids, and later awaken the whispers in the seed and pollen floating in 
the enchanted night air.

The eagle circling ever so slowly in descending circles, with a halo vision, 
falling to the spirit of Celtic beautyA flaming heart burns once more, you
come as promised, eclipsing upon this earthI kneel before you my gracious
one to softly kiss your breathless petalsA thousand dreams take flightThe
lonely wolf on the highest pinnacle of Arrach awaits his love as the eagle flies
in search of a new Celtic dream to be reborn into this life

Lighting moonbeams dance with the shadows of sparkling starlight glistening
silver, born into an existence from a black void of nothingnessThe wolf and 
the eagle shall now join as one in human shape and formIt’s at this moment
that new legends arise in the sunsets, holding your slender fingers to my heart 
with a deepest joy that skips inside a chain that kisses your every command 
                                                                                                       
And now behold the glory of the coming, as light explodes in such colored hues
If I could blow onto your hair a gentle whisper where a Soul floats, breathing
warm treasure sparkles, with one very special gleamOnce more King Aird Righ
and his Diamond Queen come forth to redeem again the mantle of Celtic glory
and storied greatness

A gift gem of a thousand lifetimes, beyond dreams of sweet honey, awakening 
in the morning I bask in your very light and mythical presenceOn the breath
of a sigh you come from your peaceful sleep, called by our Love speaking from
our ancient time, and with each passing moon, I sense while gazing at the stars
ineluctable feelings and emotions as the divine dewdrops of the morning speak.

You are the greatest jewel these blue eyes shall ever see—a diamond shining 
bright in my darkest hours—you are my love SupremeThis Soul calls over the
ocean waves, as each echo in your voice ripples like a tiny humming bird with
its heart beating so rapidly and flowering kisses on your soft and sweet dreams.

Gary Bateman, Liam McDaid, and Michael Clarke – A Collaborated Poem, 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (August 25, 2015) (Free Verse)


Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: angel, baptism, beautiful, beauty, love, spiritual, stars,

Supreme Being

When you came to me the earth revolved then stood still
dressed jewel of purest sunlight circled in gold mere reflections 

Through the oceans wings sailing inside waves embrace 
we rise and fall drawing from a breathless air filled with Peace 

Caught up within the sparkle lustre that sings from an echo returning 
twinkling stars light warmly together ally an alliance between souls 

Captured brightly the spirit of eternal beauty brings, under glowing beams 
when we act together as one temple forever crowns the heart to Love


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: inspirational love, love, spiritual, uplifting,

The Artistry Of Your Loom



Transform me... weave me slowly into the silky essence of ecstasy ~ spellbinding are your stirring threads of silver and gold - rich is your tapestry of tender tendrils -- and sacred is the union of our tantra breaths Susan Ashley July 6, 1028 ------------------------------ *Tantra; Sanskrit: literally “loom, weave, system” - Wikipedia. Tantra represents weaving strands into a unified whole; leaving this piece open to different interpretations of awareness, romance or spirituality based on your perspective* ______________________________ ~ First Place ~ Submitted for: July 2018 Premiere Contest Sponsored by: Brian Strand


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: beauty, birth, december, love, mother, spiritual, winter,

Birth Of A Swan



Out of the darkness star-lanterns’ beam finds an awakening dream - a strewn snowy stream gracing the depths of the black swan night Earthbound from the realm of the pulsing Polaris -- traveling through time zones of timeless inspiration to timeworn emotions -- snowdrops aquiver with purity and fluidity waft down in a shiver of night glow with the pale softness of the first pearly plumage through the ripening plum of a twilight turn rich in intuitive fertility where points of illumination germinate on the Cusp of Prophecy and cultivate in the star-dusted zenith of Capricorn Inspirited by the steadfast fire of the North’s guiding gold her solstice soul of innate sparkle - a whorl of Oneness in sky-dancing swirl ever enchanting the chilled expanse - lifts the sinking sun and celebrates in a Winter festival of cosmic love tilting the axis of polar points re-balancing the swoon of the sun and the moon - whispered gifts cast adrift like white-winged echos lilt with the lightness of vesper hymns resurrecting the youth in December’s dawning bloom with renewed petals passion-dipped in rebirth; flaring fingers of narcissus light lengthen - bestirring dying embers in heartened hope’s hearths and delaying the daily dim of scarlet-scarfed sunsets radiate with lifeblood-promises of warming tomorrows Unifying luminous energy within and without plush in the lush phenomena of Spirit and Nature she comes to nest and rest on maternal sandy shores destined to glide liquescent circles fluent in her transcendent love E a r t h b o r n Susan Ashley December 20, 2018 ~~~ the Birth Of A Swan is dedicated to my beloved mother, AliceHer birthday was on the winter solstice, December 21, 1936She embodied all that is revered in the symbolism of both the swan and the winter solstice, and will always be loved, cherished and missed by those of us fortunate enough to call her mother, wife, sister, aunt and friend ~~~ *black swan night: until their discovery, it was presumed that black swans did not exist and that all swans were white; hence the expression, a black swan, referring to something impossibly fantastic, or a phenomenon that occurs even though it had been thought to be impossibleIn the context of this poem, black swan represents the unique nature of this rare night as an extreme event of good fortune* *the paper white narcissus flower is the birth flower of December and represents youthful innocence, faith and new beginnings*


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: grief, hope, spiritual, true love, uplifting,

The Infinite Grace Of Light And Love



Although gone from this sad earthly plane, love may yet embrace,
for within Light's truest of gifts, Love brings its infinite grace...

Weeping tears falling into her coffee she mourned his death
vanished were the promising future dreams they both had made;
tho' some nights upon her cheek, she could feel his loving breath
she knows in a Blossom Hill grave his remains had been laid

Dawn gave to her inspired colors, its soothing golden light 
sending anew, memories of love in heavenly flight;
comforting -  as she held onto his sweet words from last night,
fleeting moments when his dream kiss made everything alright.

When afternoon sun was about to hide its brilliant glow
she walked to their favorite spot, their love's hidden place;
read his words of love cut into their tree to always show,
as mystical dusk comes, through veiled mists sees his handsome face    

By her side his presence felt in whispering breezy sighs,
she longed to run her fingers through his loosely curly hair
like she did when she would gaze into cerulean eyes
and ride the skies in rapturous highs feeling light as air.

Twilight blues hugged the silky hues of softly starlit thoughts
as she recalled the thrilling tangle of their tender vines,
memories’ of bittersweet pain now twist in lost love knots,
bathed in eve’s maize moonbeams her heartache throbs and sorrow shines.

She offers up her evening prayers with precious tears upon 
as she surrenders to her loss awaiting her sweet dreams; 
with luscious lips theirs will kiss, its essence airy chiffon,
quickening pulse runs through her veins their ruby love still streams.

Although gone from this sad earthly plane, love may yet embrace,
for within Light's truest of gifts, Love brings its infinite grace.



Robert JLindley and Susan Ashley

(a collaboration)

July 22, 2018
______________________________


Poet’s note:  Many many thanks to you, Robert, for your lovely invitation to collaborate with you on this special spiritual piece of eternal love, on both the Earthly and Heavenly planes.I believe that love, like energy, is never lost, it transformsYour immense imagination and golden poetic talents are a source of inspiration and that never ceases to amaze meWith heartfelt appreciation, I am touched and delighted to unite with you in this vision as our two voices become one in poetryThank you for this tremendous joy dear poet and my wonderful friend.


Robert’s poet's note:  Thank you yet again my dear friend, immensely talented writing partner for your wonderful and deeply insightful verses in this our (hopefully) enlightening creationThat I have been so very blessed with your friendship and collaborating with me to present these poems is to me a very great giftSo true, love is the greatest of blessings for those that find it true and long lastingEven when it fails, the lesson learned helps us grow and face the other hardships in life with greater resolve and courageThis vision presented in poetic form, bears such bountiful fruit because of the verses and depth of your heart my dear friendAlways an honor to compose with you!



Poem Details | by Besma Riabi Dziri |
Categories: heart, journey, joy, love, passion, spiritual,

Love Loud

Turn on the beats of the heart
And loud love.
The soul longs to hum
The tune of passion.
An upbeat aura of magic
Steering the ride.
An everlasting journey of love
Luring hearts to be on board.
A puff of spring breeze turning mild
Blankets of frozen feelings.
Breathe in the scent of love
Design a divine cocoon.
The music within is warm enough
To bloom.
Uncage fears and worries
Rejoice what of beauty
In can be filled.
Seize times of glee
And set the  soul free.
Turn on the beats of the heart
And loud love.

May 19th,  2018


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: image, love, mirror,

Spiritual Moment

“Mystic Moment with you”

A natural look of who I am on the inside.
A reality check of who you are on the outside.

A mirror facing west makes the difference in you and me.
Open your eyes and see.

The child I was today is the reflection of you tomorrow.
The ideas of different skies drifted off without sorrow.

I am the good the bad, and the ugly…
A song permitting retrospection to delay the same face with yesterday’s glee.

From moon to admirable moon;
The dignity of holding the same tune.

I am the swan that swims through your veins.
You are what swim’s through my moods and rain.

The miracle of our heritage echoed so far away
Auspices now imitate metaphors that were under the surface bay.

An unknown look strays outside the window.
Behind the gates, that leads into tomorrow’s limbo.’

A mirage of turning around and seeing nobody but you and me.
Mystic moments that attract other moments of originality.

A dream that speaks about the image of my new beginning.
My courage polishes off the mirror image of a falling stars ending 
You are the beating pulse that resides on the inside and outside of my being

“You are the REFLECTION of my spiritual place”





Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: allegory, emotions, feelings, i love you, love, romantic, spiritual,

The Walk of Love

The Walk of Love    			

With you now entering this heart enchanting with rose petals
You’re the sweetest flower dancing tunes inside one’s mind
Once upon a fairy tale dream adoring you my loving princess

You begin rising in the east amazing light crowning sunshine
Ultraviolet radiance glowing warm with rays of deep breaths
Inner sighs as you walk softly on the deepest of sands My Love

Your footprints are so soft and deeply touching Sweet Honey
As your loving gentleness sweeps me away into a paradise pure
Where we walk hand in hand smiling with such feeling and joy

In a thousand dreams floats one treasure of Golden Happiness
Your joy sparks liquid honey melting gold into our heartbeats
Fluttering on wings of a butterfly silently flying in the cool air

With the sweetest scent of the purest jasmine now pervading all
Breathless beauty as an angel of the heart sings a paean of delight
While the warm air dances on a flower kissing a breeze so softly

Flocks of beautiful birds sing you praises of glory that be forever 
As they fly with such grace and their hearts beat softly in rhythm
Landing on paradise as your words touch with whispers my soul

Resonating into the deepest crevices of my ethereal psyche true
While echoing inside the chambers of your lucent pretty presence
Holding hands as the sunlight beams your every foot step now

As shadows silver dancing waves call out one name within each
Echo crashing salted sure your spices kiss our magic moments
As a gentle but sensual wind kisses the lips of a lovely Sweet Siren

As she holds us in her dreams of a wonderful love so rich and pure
We share the Dream of a thousand lifetimes beyond all compare
As twelve rich red roses blush in the heavens where one diamond

Shines so brightly with a rainbow array of heavenly colors pure 
Reflecting God’s own divine design and wish for us to keep our
Eternal promise now My Love with a ring symbolizing us as One

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (July 12, 2015) (Unrhymed Tercet)


Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: august, beach, beautiful, cool, crush, deep, destiny, devotion, fantasy, feelings, first love, fishing, freedom, funny love, future, girlfriend, hope, i love you, i miss you, journey, joy, judgement, lost love, love, love hurts, meaningful, miracle, ocean, people, places, romance, sea, sensual, simple, spiritual, water, women, world,

Hope

Don't rush to wash off the sea salt 
drying on your skin;
the hopes it carries from other oceans,
those remain yet to be seen.


Poem Details | by Winged Warrior |
Categories: angel, love, spiritual,

Reflections in Twilight

Angels in twilight
Reflections of affections
Dancing in starlight

When angels entwine
Harmonic explosions of devotions
A love divine

When angels embrace
Roses and wine will make you mine
With satin and lace

When angels dance
Starlets on fire with great desire
A burning romance

When angels fly
Dropping wishes of kisses
Amidst the jasmine sky

When angels sing
Humming in orchestral celestial
Vibrations in their wing

When angels dream
Marshmallow clouds over the crowds
Sitting on soft lavish green

When angels cry
Tears of wasted years
Reflections in my eye.



July.20.2017
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Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: joy, love, spiritual,

Spiritual Joy

Assuring more time to embrace the earth's sun
Brings with it sweet pleasures summer has spun.
Casting out a line in search of a suffering soul, 
Derives inner joy that is good for the whole.
Everyone may soon become quite aware, 
Favoring the spirit gifts so much to share.
God's greatest gifts are so freely given...
Help yourself to the sweet fruits of heaven.
Inside your mind lives pristine poetic flowers,
Just let them flow through tips of your bowers.
Kindred spirits will gravitate to your prose or rhyme,
Lyrics that sway us, dancing in harmonic time.
Moving to music creates tranquility,
Neutralizing harsh sounds with indemnity.
Omnipotence frees us from our emotional will, 
Penetrates our sanctuary when we are quiet and still.
Quality not quantity of life's special dreams
Related in love's happiness is all that it seems.
Seeking to help others will benefit you
Through the gift of your time, in kind things you do.
Universal energy is captured by all, 
Vibrating in frequencies in an invisible pall
We may share with each other our auras divine
Xyst beauty that surrounds in astrological trine.
Yearning to spread peace to indifference I find; 
Zealous in my heart to share love with mankind.

© Connie Marcum Wong
July 22, 2015


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Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: allegory, emotions, feelings, i love you, inspiration, love, spiritual,

Sunshine Radiance

Sunshine Radiance

Your love is my true sunshine radiance,
That greets me every day with such passion.
It sets my heart and emotions afire!
Words often fail me at times dearest one,
As I seek to share the depth of my love
For you and how it makes me feel daily.
The brightest of moons and stars in Heaven
Can’t match the splendor you bring to my life.
My heart is joyful when we touch and kiss!
Our love basks in your sunshine radiance!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(July 7, 2015) (Blank Verse)


Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: emotions, feelings, heaven, love, passion, romantic, spiritual,

The Sweetest Starlight

The Sweetest Starlight
 
You are the sweetest starlight shining across the ocean so pure
Moonlighting and enchanting my dreams with warmth aglow,
Touching gently my heart and soul with your beauty and wonder;
If we were together—I would hold you so gently in my arms and I
Would forever kiss your adoring lips with a passionate goodnight.

Love is a faraway queen rising in the morning sunshine’s warm rays, 
And your light glows brilliantly as the dewdrops glisten on my dreams 
Of pure sweet surrender and kiss the very depth of my immortal soul;
You are the light of Heaven's dream of a rainbow's flight of angels
Arriving at Heaven’s gate and coming to me on a beam of silver light.

Mesmerized I am as I embrace you as the heart, soul, passion and
Desire of my life—I see you as my true dream and my heart’s delight;
Feeling palpably your wonderful caress as you ask me to kiss you,
And to place your ethereal lips upon my very own knowing that
My heart and soul are open now to your loving heavenly embrace.

Gary Bateman, Liam McDaid, and Michael Clarke
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
August 2, 2015 (Unrhymed Quintain)


Poem Details | by poesy relish |
Categories: blessing, family, life, love, nature, spiritual,

Breath of love

I wander in the nature’s green, trees in rows the birds preen Like a gem glimmers the morning dew, with a precious diamond’s hue And flowers bloom as I gaze anew, eggs hatch to welcome lives in queue I can smell the wondrous earth, the distant flow of water in mirth It’s a new dawn another day thereof, wherein I sense his breath of love. As I prod on the old man smiles, he delivers milk by cycling miles Passing the farmers sweet abode, the cry of new life reaches the road A child wails by the neighbour’s door, with a sweet candy her eyes adore Roaming the street is a hound grown, pups trailing behind unknown A jocund street undreamed of, wherein I sense his breath of love My dearest rush out sighting me afar, without whom my life is a war The tiny tots in their cradles lie, as we sing a lullaby This is the world I am part of, wherein I sense his breath of love © (4 Feb '15) * Honourable mention in the contest 'Enter a poem #1' by Poet Destroyer


Poem Details | by Pashang Salehi |
Categories: allusion, fantasy, imagination, love, metaphor, spiritual,

Regret

                               Regret….

I flew once in a field, full of flowers,
a field that was kissed by April showers.
I tasted all the jasmines, as sweet as new,
I did bathe on a leaf in a little dew
I was busy playing till the midnight,
I woke up and I was not sure of my sight.
I was a bird soaring as high as a hawk
Flying like a wind, with wind had a talk.
I turned into a wind, and then to a cloud, 
A dark and dim cloud that thundering loud.
I turned into the rain, after being cloud,
quenching the deserts with silvery shroud.
I turned into river, and then to a sea,
although, I was water, I learned how to see
I turned into a fish perfectly aware,     
knowing that my lover is surely out there
Swimming like a fish, my world became cold,
I lost my will to live, too soon grown old.
I heard a nightingale calling me at night, 
telling me, being a man, it could be alright.
I turned into a man, in search of wisdom, 
hoping that love and peace, ruling the kingdom
A lot of years have passed, with a broken heart, 
I could not find the peace, I need a new start
I will change back again, to look for my love;
maybe a lamb or sheep, maybe a white dove
I will look everywhere, until it is found
I know it’s there for me, if I look around
Until then I’ll become laughter to a child, 
or maybe dandelion who grow wild.

3/21/2016 


Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: allegory, bird, hate, love, myth, nature, spiritual,

Eagle and the Dove


Gather around the sacred fire, my children
Let the embers' glow spark your curiosity
as we begin on this journey together;
to the time of how things once were,
to the time of how things came to be
In the beginning,
there was no war, only peace
There was no hate, only love
Harmony existed between all things,
it was the age when the eagle flew alongside the dove
Now the eagle lived high in the cliff of a great mountain,
and the dove lived in the lush valley below
And the seasons continued unabated,
from the summer's heat to the winter's snow
Then one day as the eagle sat, perched high atop his domain,
an evil thought entered his heart,
that only he alone over everything should reign
He felt because he was the most powerful bird,
his voice should always have the final word
So he gathered the other birds together,
to have them agree to make him their chief
The falcon and the hawk said they liked the idea
The raven and the owl said lets not be so hasty
The debate went on for days,
and the eagle grew restless with each passing hour
Until the stork delivered him a message,
during one spring early morning shower
The message said that the dove and the swan,
never came to a meeting, no not once
Thus, the eagle flew down to the edge of the pond,
and asked the swan about his absence
The swan said such matters concern him not,
let he who rule, let him rule just
As for the whereabouts of the dove, the swan said
he was in a cove by the big tree with the chestnuts
The eagle went and confronted the dove,
and accused him of stalling his coronation oblation
The dove replied with a gentle reproof,
saying to go down this wicked path will divide the earth into two nations
One will love war, and the other will love peace
One will hate killing, and the other will hate mercy
One will love freedom, and the other will love slavery
One will hate healing the pain, the other will hate causing hurt and misery
The eagle got angry at what the dove had to say,
and they no longer flew together after that day
So now you know, children, the story of the eagle and the dove
Which will you choose?
Will you choose to love hate,
or choose to live the peaceful way
Will you choose to hate love,
or choose to possess the spirit of a dove


Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: creation, god, heaven, love, metaphor, spiritual, symbolism,

The Holy Dust of Creation's Seed Sown

The Holy Dust of Creation’s Seed Sown

Born from this ancient dust of creation's seed sown now so true,
Whilst sparkling inside a mystical divine light on this dark night,
I’m nourished from the living waters—the oceans deep and blue

Majestic wings rise high in the waves basking in Heaven’s light,
Crowning the blest halo golden ring around this angel very dear,
Whilst I kiss warmly the salt of the deep oceans stirring at night

Spiced now in a seabed, a rainbow’s gem shineth pure so clear,
That a traveler in this radiant world of delight knows real love
Is what we all seek as sparkling diamonds now appear so near

Where the rivers flow down a mountain’s verdant slope because
There, in the highs and lows of these rivers, tears soak the Earth,
Falling and rising from the dust, ashes are memories of what was.

I have abounding faith in this life’s bond as Nature begins her rebirth,
Eclipsed by a peerless beauty inside, wild passions grown now strong.
A liquid sphere appears in our mortal lives reaching its point of girth.

In the cerulean oceans mystic gulls cry deep echoes bringing us along.
We find peace kneeling as a psychic mantel covers our thoughts pure,
As that special circle of brilliance radiates within life’s treat so strong.

By God’s hand the ancient dust of creation’s seed is with us to assure,
Mankind’s perpetuity on Earth as part of His most holy divine vision.
Only God knows mankind’s destiny rests in His divine hands for sure.

The ancient dust of creation’s seed is part of God’s omnipotent precision,
For He’s the one who shall guide us all heavenward by His final decision.

Gary Bateman, Michael Clarke, and Liam McDaid
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
June 10, 2017 (Terza Rima)

Terza Rima Rhyming Sequence: aba   bcb   cdc   ded   efe   fgf   ghg   hh

Format Note: This poem employs the traditional rhyming scheme used by 
Dante Alighieri in “The Divine Comedy,” ending with a couplet, rhyming
with the previous tercet’s middle line.


Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: allegory, god, heaven, hope, love, metaphor, spiritual,

A tiny little star lights the way

A tiny little star lights the way

A long time ago it was told
That an angel appeared and
Spoke about a future time,
Where darkness shall come
No light can ever be seen,
And pain, tears, fears, sorrow
Shall befall all of mankind,
As the world descends into agony.

At the darkest time of that darkest year
A tiny little star shall appear in the sky,
And can only be seen by some people
Who are awake and full of awareness,
That this tiny little star is the one, 
The “Chosen One” everyone should follow
Because it shall light up the way, the path
To the radiant heavenly light on this night
That shall save our world forever,                      
And this darkness shall disappear on Earth!

This is the time when Christ is coming,
At Christmas Time—and all shall be blessed!

Merry Christmas to all of you and remember
To look out for this tiny little star!

Gary Bateman and Ingrid Krukenberg-Bateman
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 16, 2017 (Free Verse)


Poem Details | by Pashang Salehi |
Categories: god, i am, love, spiritual,

I Am Why


                           I Am Why….

Why’s that nightingale sings all through the night, I am why.
How come rain makes a rainbow by kissing light? I am why.
I am why how the season changes on Earth, I confess.
A thousand mysteries for your vanished sight, I am why.
I am love that hurts and transcend beyond high, I confess.
With love every second is life, without a fight, I am why.
Lovers, they know my name with each breath of life, I confess.
I confess that the oneness is shining bright, I am why.
I am in you and you are in within me, I confess.
We are cause and effect that deals without plight, I am why.
I am here and I am there and everywhere, I confess.
You are dreaming to reach my neighboring height, I am why.
Go and ask “Haloo” since he knows who I am, I confess.
He might reach out to me, I know he just might, I am why.

5/20/18 Haloo


Note: The rhyming in Ghazal ends with AA bA cA dA eA etcIt comes in two different forms with and without refrain(Poetrysoup has a great explanation for this form of poetry)


Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: angel, god, heaven, imagery, metaphor, spiritual, symbolism,

For Our Love So True

For Our Love So True
 
For our love so true lasts now forever
For I knoweth I shall leave you never,
Here on Earth ‘n later in Heaven’s light,
Whilst God is with us on this cosmic night,
Angels sing to us with all due pleasure.

Our passions are beyond mortal measure,
As we walk tonight, hands held together,
We know our emotions feel now so right
For our love so true.

God’s divine love is our special treasure,        
Our souls, are bound now together ever,  
We ascend now with the angels in flight,
We bask in God’s holy blessings tonight.
With our souls now one, no one can severe
For our love so true.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
November 18, 2017 (Rondeau)