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Poem Details | by Frederic Parker |
Categories: change, dream, lost love,

Yesterday's Embers

To pause and ponder on what could have been
And visit, a time of love, not distort
To change its outcome of judgment turned in 
And seek a new trial in my heart's court
Yesterday's embers have grown dimmer now
The evidence suggests nothing would change
Wishes and hopes can raise a folly's brow
To relive what was before and rearrange
To dream of love as it was to begin
And light the stars bright in a darkened sky
To kiss my love's mouth with passion again
And feel the pulse of her heart in reply
Would that I could turn back the hands of time
And find it was the love of a lifetime



10/8/19 contest If only we could turn back the hands of time


Poem Details | by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories: character, family, feelings, life, love, marriage, wisdom,

Writing in sand and stone

Writing "I love you" in the sand suggests that love is meant to fade;
That it can be washed away by life's periodic tides.
I suggest we write our love in stone, always carving it deeper.

Poem Details | by Desiree M |
Categories: sadme, me,

I am bored with melancholy

I am bored with melancholy
This feeling poisons my tongue
And keep suggesting me I am wrong
I am trapped in deep agony,
a sensation that I am living in treachery,
when words are touching me like a sad song,
as hope is telling me to move on headstrong
I am bored with melancholy

When our love burns all the obstacles,
melancholy strives to knock me out
It paints my world to a deep brown color
and severely suggests me to wear spectacles
so that I can perceive the real feelings sprout
Melancholy forces me to soar higher and higher


Désirée Meunier

Poem Details | by gerard quain |
Categories: allegory, allusion, angst, anxiety, art, beauty, blessing,

Deep and Profound

Deep and Profound

She is so deep
You never know  her at all
The enigmatic smile
Denies the sadness of her eyes
She has been the victim
Of oh so many lies
The weariness of her sigh
Suggests she is so tired
Yet when she sings
The passion in her voice
It electrifies the silence
How could this be
This love beyond her vanity

Deep and profound
The resonance of  all her yesterdays
The shadow's and the ghost's
Trying to claim her memories
Before she is overcome
Deep and profound
A ballad  of  life
So full of thorn-ed roses
Scarred by there embraces
So deep and profound
So she tries to cover the traces
Lost in the lyrics
So deep and profound

Poem Details | by Seren Roberts |
Categories: pain, passion,

The Poets Pluck- Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The Poets Plucker….. Samuel Taylor Coleridge


Here in my cold lonely bed I ponder my all
I have FEARS in SOLITUDE of being alone
DEJECTION of my love had pierced my heart…..yet
THE NIGHTINGALE sings lustily a cheerful tune

My consciousness behaves as  EOLIAN HARP
as Coleridge poem suggests full of delusion
So through opaque glass  my window I cannot see
FROST AT MIDNIGHT has now spoilt for me this vision

So with dejection, curl into a foetal ball
hiding In THIS LIME-TREE BOWER A PRISON MAKE 
I await my fate, wondering will my heart heal
Will I from my ongoing pity…soon awake

penned 5 February 2017

Poem Details | by Annabelle Jane |
Categories: love

Trapped in the Land of the Free

Even though you're miles away,
The thought of you still brings you home.
Your paper dragon guards my gates,
Reminds me that I'm not alone.

I wait beneath the milky sky,
Of another royal day,
Whilst half a turn, your home flag flies,
Underneath the milky way.

The rain today, it washed the earth,
And made clear tracks along my skin.
But no amount of heaven's tears,
Could drown the print you've made within.

A print which now suggests to me,
You might then share your Lover name,
When I am yours and you are mine,
The check-mate starts another game.

Poem Details | by Jim Slaughter |
Categories: humor, spring,

A sonnet for spring

Phooey on sonnets 'bout flowers in spring,
Those moldy crotchets are trite and cliché.
There's nothing 'bout flowers that make me sing,
Ne'er to my love a bouquet would I bring,
She isn't keen on that stuff anyway.
Here is a list of a few other things
She coyly suggests she'd prefer I bring:
A silver Rolls Royce, a Tiffany ring,
Deed to a castle or villa in Spain.
To do so I'd have to live on a string,
And debt is a very cumbersome thing.
She smirks in reply, "No gain without pain."
If one day my love's dear neck I should wring,
Sing Sing, I hear, can be lovely in spring.
                            
	

Poem Details | by Sidney Beck |
Categories: love,

HARMONIOUS SCRABBLE GAME

HARMONIOUS   SCRABBLE    GAME


YESTER-TROUBLE is no more
Tomorrow is an OPEN-DOOR.
Days are longer, light and fair –
Spring at last is IN-THE-AIR .

This  broken  arm’ll  take a while.
Catch her glance with EYES-A-SMILE .
BRUSH-PAST close in kitchen bright.
All is full, complete and right.

TABLE-SHAKES  words to the floor,
Making space for  EVER-MORE,
Lift them back  -  not the same,
But all the letters  fit  OUR  game.

My drawing  seven square blank tiles
Only suggests to us joint smiles
The word is short and very clear
HARMONY  throughout the year

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Entered in  Nancy Jones' Contest

Poem Details | by FATHIMA DAWOOD |
Categories: passion, night, longing, night,

Silent night. . .

In the dead of the night he attempts his surprise
Candlelight winks forming whispered pleas
The midnight moon casts a hint of light
Surreptitiously he beckons his love to his side
Tears glint in her starry eyes  tonight
His hand brushes past her flushed cheeks
She coyly tilts her head to one side
The sigh that escapes her suggests consent
Carefully he frees her hair so soft
Relishing the moment both so dearly want
Shyly she accedes, yet hesitant at first
Until desire burns with longing and thirst
In the dead of the night he attempted his surprise
Candlelight winked forming whispered pleas . . .

Poem Details | by Jeff Connelly |
Categories: muse,

fingers and toes

the numbers
of age have
no meaning
when love is
using an abacus

she is minus
and i am plus
but meaning
nothing in
abstract geometry

to her concave
i'm convex in an
equation that
perhaps suggests
one can digest

the other or the
other the other
so so together
her youthful legs
rub off on me

Poem Details | by Roof Missing |
Categories: faith, love,

Imagine Love

Imagine Love, I know I do, and probably I misconstrue
All love, include the love of God (if Bible's true) though it feels odd!
And yet if there's a price to pay, let it be so, all Justice say
Its piece, prevail in fact, through time, and thus eclipse all human rhyme.

I crave God's Judgment like His Love, but see Love's touch needs Judgment's glove,
If it's attached to God at all, if not then God would be too small,
It seems the interface is blurred! Suggests the Truth won't get interred!
Creation’s purpose then might be, not less, not more than POETRY!


Long Tooth
June 26, 2018

Poem Details | by Roof Missing |
Categories: dream, faith, love,

Rainbow Promises

No need for sweetness lady fair,
Or perfumed sex that stains the air, 
Life's pregnant miracle is you,
My prayer: love it brings is true!

Does promise hide in dreamy eyes
No man deserves? If Love's surprise
Suggests souls grow, embraces rain,
Its snow can't crystalize Love's pain.

Might clouds that vanish tell me why
The rainbow's promise makes me cry
Until it comes again, again:
Who knows the what, the where, or when?


Long Tooth
July 28, 2019

Poem Details | by patricia roche |
Categories: life,

Life

Will I live long enough to figure it out?
Will it resemble the future?
Will it be a peaceful existence?
Or will it be a fall -out shelter
How rough is rough?

I don't see it!
Life is love!
I believe what is in my heart and spirit
Before I believe fear suggests fear!

Or is it our imagination?
Or our level of trust?
Is it  beyond our self?
What we trust in
What we think is love?

Is the knowledge beyond our reach?
Or is it beyond our existence?
Beyond the skys above
Beneath the setting sun
Below the earth surface
As hot as a fired gun!

Poem Details | by patricia roche |
Categories: life,

Life

Will I live long enough to figure it out?
Will it resemble the future?
Will it be a peaceful existence?
Or will it be a fall -out shelter
How rough is rough?

I don't see it!
Life is love!
I believe what is in my heart and spirit
Before I believe fear suggests fear!

Or is it our imagination?
Or our level of trust?
Is it  beyond our self?
What we trust in
What we think is love?

Is the knowledge beyond our reach?
Or is it beyond our existence?
Beyond the skys above
Beneath the setting sun
Below the earth surface
As hot as a fired gun!