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Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: dream, emotions, god, heaven, love, metaphor, symbolism,

Love's Alchemy is Eternal

Love’s Alchemy is Eternal

Your look, touch, and scent now so perfect pure,
Enchants my true emotions and soaring passion.
I knoweth now our love shall always endure,
As God unites our souls as one by divine action!

Our sensual passion defines love’s spirit entire,
As we caress and kiss for this moment’s bliss.
Love’s alchemy maketh our spirits soar afire,
As we embrace our lips find that deepest kiss!

Our hearts beat now in a sacred tempo of love,
That reflects our real destiny, two souls as one.
This is God’s gift to us from Heaven high above,
As we wish these magic moments of eternal fun!

By Heaven, I pray our love’s alchemy forever,
And declareth my love shan’t leave you ever!    
 
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
June 27, 2016 (Shakespearean Sonnet)


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: art, beauty, betrayal, child, cute love, lust, moving on, symbolism,

BASTARD

"All Children Are Beautiful"

His heart of white,   deep shallow wells,   -yet beautiful
He smirks with a grin,  an ego that won't let me in' -he's beautiful
Bastard of beauty,   running ashes without a name
A face with no claim, a young man pound from shame 
What is his sin,  -he's beautiful!
I want to breathe from his ashes, swim through his veins
I want him to come into my light, like a good man

I sing and tell a tale, "A Bastard through the night"
His eyes I wage a thousand times,  young and poor, I felt saved
Lying down in the arms of my white knight
My hair perfectly caressed,   he came to my light
The furnace burned, the night was fast becoming trite
A lover,  he did it well,   then went back to his wife
A moment of gold,  the ages live,   his son is born
   "He Was Beautiful!"

Another Bastard brought into this world



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 Gary Bateman |
Categories: angel, beautiful, god, heaven, inspiration, love, symbolism,

Angel in the Clouds

Angel in the Clouds

Sometimes you look up to the sky
And maybe you can find
In a large bank of clouds
The face and figure of an angel with wings
Who’s looking down on you.

It may be someone
You knew from the past
Who went to Heaven a long time ago.

And maybe that angel appears here now for you
Just to say “Hello”
And to make this moment very special

You feel an enchantment in your heart
And sense a soft tingling on your cheek

As if a kiss was placed there by this angel
With an encouraging touch on your shoulder
Giving you a wondrously warm feeling inside.

With this magical moment as you’re touched
By this angel 

You realize this angel loves you very much
And just came by to look after you
And to send you a joyous blessing
Right from Heaven—personally to you!

Amen.

Gary Bateman and Ingrid Krukenberg-Bateman
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
May 17, 2017 (Free Verse)


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: angel, dedication, heartbroken, lost love, memory, romance, symbolism,

We Walked The Night Sands, Moon Shining Down

We Walked The Night Sands, Moon Shining Down

Walking the white sands by the windy sea
Lost in my deep thoughts of love, you and me
Nights in private, locked in long held embrace
In hearts glow, our most cherished hidden place

I walked flowing hills, where we once danced
Waded flowering meadows, where we romanced
Sun and blue sky both reminded me of you
If only, once again blessed, we could do

We journeyed into Nature and love's bliss
O' how that time, I now so sorely miss
We lost our way, coming storm tore us apart
I could not forgive, when you broke my heart

We walked the night sands, moon shining down
I still see you, in your white flowing gown

R.JLindley
June 11th, 1975


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, dark, depression, evil, lost love, recovery from, symbolism,

In A Darkened Attic Room

In A Darkened Attic Room

In attic room, one window tightly shut,
Dwells broken heart hidden from future pain.
Bare as a savage brute's empty hut-
Condemned to no hope, no future, no gain.

Where rests such perilous fear darkness reigns;-
Shattered dreams give rise to dark illusions.
Hope rejected brings on its most wicked stains,
Evil held, births its blackest conclusions.

Grown in decay until nothing remains,
Yet sad hope is better than none at all.
True love waits the bliss it always contains,
Treasures gifted, one only has to call.

If one ray of love's light but filters in
Love brings life and its promises again.

Robert JLindley, 1-30-2016

Syllables Per Line:	
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	18 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	
Total # Words: 103


Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: allegory, god, imagery, life, love, metaphor, symbolism,

As Liquid Fire Melts

As Liquid Fire Melts

As liquid fire melts with twinkling sunshine in your eyes, 
Opening wings now embrace deeply all of my true emotions.

Feeling the warmth of your beating heart now fluttering so,
I see a radiant chain of daisies growing in the deep green grass.
 
Every choice I have ever made throughout my long life,
Has led me now to you at this very special moment in time

Beholding ivory silk starlight whispers of Heavenly angels true, 
I have now a clear vision of my life, my fate, and my destiny

Becoming the richest person in this giant, lonely world—
Means finding you and sharing our love unconditionally.

All real emotions we have beholding in this life of ours,
Are part of that God-given sensitivity from the Almighty.

Truly, as liquid fire melts beyond in great stars of the cosmos,
I think of you, our love, and the starlight whispers of angels true!

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – April 21, 2016
(Unrhymed Couplet)


Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: emotions, faith, god, heaven, love, metaphor, symbolism,

God's Holy Whisper of Love

God’s Holy Whisper of Love

I long to hear now God’s holy whisper of love,
For its sacrosanct sound abounds most high above.
This subtle soft tone mirrors forever God’s grace;
It maketh our souls one in His heavenly place.
God’s whisper reflects his love and passion in kind;
It’s His wish for poets to set them in true rhyme.
God’s whisper is our music on this mortal Earth;
It sustains our love spirit for holy rebirth.
Warm tears symbolize always our human passion,
As we seeketh God’s plan for His divine action
God’s whisper sustains us true in all times of need;
He teaches that love conquers all, and we must heed.
God’s love shall be with us until the end of time;
He knoweth that poets shall set His words to rhyme!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
July 15, 2016 (Canzone)

Author’s Notes:
One Stanza
14 Verses
Meter: Iambic Hexameter
Total Syllables: 168
Rhyme Scheme: aabbccddeeffcc


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: appreciation, art, imagery, love, passion, sexy, symbolism,

Wrapped In Honey Of Her Naked Pies

Wrapped In Honey Of Her Naked Pies

Are memories really just our souls leaving
in clouds of shimmering hot mists.
And what of love and all that hot heaving
or stored memories on lustful lists!

Can the mind create truth from mere dregs
women so beautiful your brain cries.
All curves, graceful long ,long sexy legs
wrapped in honey of her naked pies!

Alas! Say it tis not a treasure imagined
what of the deep sensations of bliss?
Or her choice of lingerie in latest fashion
epic thrill of that greatest ever kiss?

Slay me now, if my treasures are not real.
I want no world devoid of that hot night's thrill.

R.JLindley
June 6th, 1983

Sonnet, on my terms...

Note_  Too hot, was deleted, graphic
details of that first night and ******** *** ************


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: dream, fantasy, heaven, love, metaphor, myth, symbolism,

Irish Nectar of the Sun Goddess

Irish Nectar of the Sun Goddess

This mystical aura of golden radiant sunbeams so sublime
With a warm mead laying lovely below its enchanted neck,
Is breathless releasing gasps of white-hot-fire breaths now, 
All spiritual within one and a thousand sighs, it whistles too.

Brightly your radiance shines through the deep blue oceans
Where rainbows are misted with shades inside a desire born,
With curtains falling—revealing a beauty spot held precious,
Whilst in your heart glows warmly a true love priceless pure.

A royal crown bestoweth upon thine mantel of soft ‘n purest silk,
Now spangled as dewdrops glisten brightest on mirrored slippers,
As a divine swan upon one wave began dancing on joyous ripples,
An old Irish jig played on in this moment dancing you and I, as two.

The Merry Old Leprechaun looked on with his wee-soft eye twinkle  
As the Sun Goddess giveth her divine breath to this sacred harvest; 
Now to beareth the sweetest of fruit with warmest rays of gentleness,
So all can shareth this grandest garden moment of holy eternal glory.

We all shall now, forever and ever, prosper in this heavenly abundance
Whilst we sheddeth a most wee-curious light into this eternal paradise,
As you and I, and the Merry Old Leprechaun shareth a passion so true,
We drinketh gladly the sweet ‘n stout Irish Nectar of the Sun Goddess!

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (January 17, 2017) 
(Quatrain)


Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: beautiful, dream, emotions, imagery, love, metaphor, symbolism,

Sailing Away Under a Silver Moon Forever

Sailing Away Under a Silver Moon Forever

As the morning slowly awakens I see how those beautiful eyes
Of yours warmly shine bright and share thy palpable feelings of
Enchanted moments of true love and unbridled fiery emotions

Making love to me in the depths of your sweet dreams proves to be 
Quite interesting as angels fly by and giggle softly at this prospect.
Yet, as we touch, caress, and kiss deeply—your dreams are now reality.

A lively passion burns inside such loving beauty as all pain fades away,
And I know you are that special one I have longed for my entire life.
The pulchritude of your radiant presence and spirit bedazzles me now.

As we adorn one treasured pearl filling our hearts with its deep pleasure,
Our minds now connect as one, visualizing eternal dances of true love
That echo on in caves beneath our psyche sounding our mutual passion

Sailing away under a silver moon forever is where we need to be as two
Sultry lovers and like-spirits who have eaten that sweet forbidden fruit,
And to know we shall both scale infinite heights one day into eternity.

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – April 29, 2018
(Tercet)


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)


Poem Details | by Ryan Lucas |
Categories: absence, heartbreak, loss, love, passion, relationship, symbolism,

Leftovers

Soberly, I raise my head
to beg you for
one thin slice of bread
since on the table
a dirty dish holds the residue
of someone else’s wish
 
And there’s nothing left
nothing left for me
No there’s nothing left
nothing left for me
 
Hours later, you lie there still
watching more headlights
glide above the window sill
'cause though your mind
fights back desperately
each new passing car
stirs the same old memory
 
So there’s nothing left
nothing left for me
No there’s nothing left
nothing left for me


Poem Details | by Leanne Lovejoy-Burton |
Categories: black love, courage, freedom, future, imagery, strength, symbolism,

Frosted





"Frosted"
A penny for your thoughts? Scratch that thought. Thoughts are worth more than pennies Thoughts are legions of brilliant glistening diamonds shining dormant undiscovered in a deep deep dark cave veins in the walls of The Catacombs blood art fuses lit burn and sizzle bright like gunpowder travelling from the Throne of Amygdala to the Kingdom of the Pounding Scarlet Brave beats in time with intent and purpose when the music ceases - TRUTH seen very clear as through untainted glass binoculars not necessary here, my dear Windows of your soul unfrosted Will see lost love at last Pennies on your eyelids mirrors covered with vintage grey army surplus blankets trapped in the ashes dust to dust open the curtains, move outwards every pain let the Light and fresh air in You're alive again. Ain't that strange? (Lovejoy-Burton/Feb 2018)


Poem Details | by Brenda Chiri |
Categories: deep, heart, sad love, symbolism,

Only She Knows

Only She Knows

A shell stands unscathed
inside all is dead by
reasons only she knows

Amber fireflies
no longer dance
arsons only leaving ash

Broken

Heart beats no longer 
Body ripped away of its heat
Veins where warmth no longer flows


Poem Details | by Anna-Marie Docherty |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, care, caregiving, character, child, children, creation, earth, family, feelings, friendship, growing up, heart, home, love, meaningful, mom, mother, mother daughter, mother son, mum, my child, my children, nature, poetry, pride, relationship, simile, son, strength, symbolism, together, tribute, true love, trust, truth, write, writing,

A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this allotrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevalent from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths 
roles and qualities of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s


Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: adventure, car, change, confusion, culture, cute love, destiny, lost, love, meaningful, metaphor, miss you, missing, missing you, motivation, passion, people, philosophy, places, proposal, remember, romantic, science, senses, simple, smart, social, spoken word, symbolism, time, travel, true love, visionary, wisdom,

Roads

the shortest road
is the one that you know
the longest road
is the one that you love


Poem Details | by Sandip Goswami |
Categories: feelings, love, pain, philosophy, symbolism, tribute, truth, woman,

Kashmir-The woman

Kashmir is the innocent beauty of nature
It lifted me above all mire dark and dense.

Kashmir is the divine smile
It gifted me a peace beyond all of my sense.

Kashmir is the sorrow
It showed me a combined pain of poverty, corruption and terrorism.

Kashmir is the beautiful helpless unmarried woman.
Whose neighbors are trying to capture her body not sweet heart.

Kashmir is the paradise on earth without dream...
  
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA

( THE POEM IS DEDICATED TO EVERY WOMAN IN ALL COMMUNITIES OF JAMMU & KASHMIR AND POET ANDREA DIETRICH )


Poem Details | by Pashang Salehi |
Categories: adventure, loneliness, love, self, symbolism, together, trust,

The Bubble

The bubble 

I’m a bubble, bubble of air;
	Deep in the ocean, fully aware.
Darkness my cover, cold and sad;
	Covering my soul, making me mad.
Who deserves this much loneliness?
	In the dark ocean of the emptiness.
Months have passed, years have gone;
	One day I woke up,and saw the Sun!
Love at first sight, was indeed.
	You plant your love, I grow the seed.
Darkness turns to beautiful light
	Color of sunshine a golden white.
How blind I was yesterday?
	Not knowing the light of today.
Sweet like the honey breeze at dawn;
        Taste of sunshine, glorious sun.
Love is a gift, a gift of sight;
	It lets you see, in the darkest night.
Light is love, love is warm;
	If you have it, trust the storm!
It felt lighter with warmth of love;
	caused me to fly, like a golden dove.
Higher and higher into the cloud,
	Thousands of lovers form a crowd.
Love and sunshine are both complete;
	The heart of this bubble started to beat.
Thousands of bubbles ready to burst;
	Dying from waiting, dying of thirst.
Seeking the source of silver and gold;
	The secret of Love will fully unfold.
If you are dark from lack of the light;
	Remember me, I escaped the night.
Ask and listen to what’s new to you;
	Follow and trust, if you are blue.
If I end up in the dark and deep,
	I promise you, not to cry nor weep.
Love is a gift, a gift of sight;
	It lets you see in the darkest night.
Love is light and light is warm.
	If you got it, trust the storm.



Haloo        2/8/2011


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, beautiful, love, mythology, sea, symbolism, water,

Mermaid's Flight

 MERMAID'S FLIGHT: A Collaborative Sea Sonnet

Mermaid's Flight

Poseidon drew up from the salty sea,
a silver splash of wave from Earth to Moon.
Sailor appealing Neptune's pride of three,
gazed down fantasizing mermaid's kiss soon.
Great sea-storm surge may eternally faze,
sweet paradise in lonely sailor's dreams.
Then lifted is she from the coral maze,
held in riptides and pressed in boiling streams.
Then up he rides on his seahorse untamed,
and captures her mad from his winded ride.
From dark sea depth's hold, sweet mermaid unnamed,
in sailor's arms, Neptune can not abide.
He named the sprite and kissed her full and well, 
from heaven's grasp he gained the star that fell.

By Robert JLindley & Edlynn Nau
© May 12, 2016

Note-- Has been a great pleasure to create this poem with my very talented friend,
Edlynn Nau.
Edlynn's ideas and creativity are a breath of fresh air to a tired old poet...
My sincere thanks my friend.....
SORRY FOR THE DELAY DUE TO MY MOTHERS ILLNESS AND MY TIME THUS SPENT.
Family first, I know you understand.Thanks


Poem Details | by Jesson Rata |
Categories: life, love, poems, seasons, simple, spoken word, stars, sweet, symbolism, voice,

Two

Star-crossed lovers? Not even close
The two were brought together at first sight, it seemed no future
Came from different familiesOne  with an alcoholic motherThe other, never even saw a glimpse of his father.
The tale of two, both had only one pursue.
The feeling of gentle, soft, light, addictive emotion.
None had no clear dreams of tomorrow.
The nights are filled with courtship, a chase to impress the other.
One moment hot, one moment cold, the rest, just right.
Like a ripping mango, once green, now grew shades of yellow.
The days came, after one anotherFilled with tears both of melancholy and joy.
Trials after trials, the tests made them tougher, stronger, milder.
Fights came about, shouts, screams, pure disaster.
Struggles were like winterA way to make them closer, together, sharing warm laughter.
From there, the fruit of their shared endeavors resulted in four successors.
Each one varies, much like the seasons.
Yet all dream of creating presents to give to their creators.
Time ages allTime heals it allTime makes it all.
The two continues to smile together.
Reminiscing the past, revisiting memories that lasts.
They both continue to live, only to paint a better picture.
Time creates it allTime tells it allTime knows it all.
When will the two fall? When will it all dull?
Together, the two will awaken, the two will never be broken, the two will happen.


Poem Details | by BL DEVNATH |
Categories: ocean, sky, symbolism,

SKY'S LOVE TO OCEAN



                                         longest and deepest
                                      symbolize to be broadest 
                                         sky's love to ocean
 
                                         as they are lovers
                                 embrace each other's blue hue
                                         unison of hearts

                                     one smiles upper side
                                    other replies reflection 
                                         up to end level




               Sponsored by: SKAT A
               Contest Name: Your Best (premiere) number one


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: appreciation, desire, dream, fantasy, lost love, memory, symbolism,

Hear My Sweet Dreams

Hear My Sweet Dreams


Hold your dreams tight!
In your sight then
Each night sleep there.

Dream on with glee!
You hold me thus
Lets be with care.

Under pale blue moon
Love blooms soon show
in rooms quite fair.

Velvet touch spreads!
On soft beds slept
Love weds our pair.

I think your kiss
Each I miss now
A remised share.

Hear my sweet dreams
We ride streams down
Fire steams our pair!

Robert JLindley, 3-07-2016 


Not For Contest
Added end rhyme as a bonus.....third verse each stanza..
there, care, fair, pair, share, pair
 
POETRY FORM- Than-Bauk, 4 syllables per verse, 3 verses per poem.
I wrote mine as a double--never like to be restrained or told to follow limiting rules.
Thus this one is ineligible for the contest I wrote it for.
No disrespect but too bad the sponsor decided they did not want to read longer poems-Tyr
 

POETRY FORM- Than-Bauk


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, conflict, crush, dark, lost love, memory, symbolism,

I Remember Fierce Storm That Blew My Life Apart

I Remember Fierce Storm That Blew My Life Apart

I remember fierce storm that blew my life away.
Images burned into a sad, finely tortured mind;
reminds me of that epic and dark fateful day,
tears falling down but no good answers could I find.

So in love with my sweetheart but soon hope gave way,
when drug induced Nirvana flew into our home.
Easy now to see it in slow motion replay,
when I groped in darkness wherever I dared roam.

Raging clouds gathered within the uncertain West
as thunder spilled over into each haunting hour.
No joy in simply knowing that I did my best,
while I saw the destruction of my wild flower!

I remember fierce storm that blew my life apart.
Its massive crushing winds destroyed my aching heart.

Robert JLindley, 1-11-2016

Form- Sonnet, I used 12 syllables instead of ten.

Syllables Per Line:	
12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables:	168
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	 
Total # Words:	124


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, beautiful, blessing, girl, passion, sensual, symbolism,

I Love The Way She Wiggles When She Walks

I Love The Way She Wiggles When She Walks


I love the way she wiggles when she walks
her beautiful smile that shows her delight.
She fascinates me with sweet, sexy talks
together in bed on cold winter nights.

Hot romance like this comes along rarely
her soft, gentle touch swells my ardor.
When she undresses, I can just barely
Hold back I do, each time it gets harder.

I love the way she wiggles when she walks!

Robert JLindley, 4-26-2016

Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10
Total # Syllables: 90
Total # Lines: 11 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 69

Note--Written for PD contest, must be under ten lines, max syllables per verse -ten.


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: conflict, heart, hurt, lost love, sad love, sorrow, symbolism,

Love Is Too Blind

L anguishing in this sad torturing state
O nly my mind to rip me into shreds.
V acant of hope, she warned it was too late
E very day since my thoughts are in deep reds.
I nflicting the misery my heart needs,
S he left me with only this one sad choice.
T o cut my torn heart until out it bleeds,
O ver the sound of my lost wailing voice.
O pen your merciful heart my sweet friend,
B e my angel, return life back to me!
L augh and dance, do it all over again
I n that new paradise, we have that key.
N othing to lose and everything to gain,
D eliver my relief from this great pain.

Robert JLindley, 2-08-2016
Sonnet acrostic (tail-rhyme)- LOVE IS TOO BLIND.
Debbie's 6/6/6 challenge 
Number three


Syllables Per Line:	
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Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	14 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	
Total # Words:	109


Poem Details | by Pashang Salehi |
Categories: autumn, beauty, love, symbolism,

Autumn Leaves

                                     Autumn Leaves
                                             Golden Lovers    


I can see you; try not to hide.
	How beautiful you dance side to side.

I can see you in my dreams at night 
	Wondering, should I trust my sight?

How can I kiss you my little leaf?
	From the beginning wondering if;

One slight storm or one little wind
	Bring us together until the end.

Which one is better, which one is worst?
	Drowning in water or dying of thirst.

Spring is gone, summer is past
	Autumn is falling faster and fast.

Hope to touch you when we fall
	Golden Lovers love the Fall.

Step gently when you walk,
	Speak softly when you talk.

Thousands of Lovers if they could,
	Making the autumn understood!



Haloo                  1/8/11


Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: animal, color, hate, love, symbolism,

Zebra


My father is black,
my mother is white
These be the birthright
of my stripes
I'm despised by blacks,
I'm hated by whites
All because of my zebra stripes
I live in both worlds,
but is accepted by neither
I'm an outcast,
a rejected soul
I am a zebra,
a most rare creature
For most of my life,
I've been shunned and only shown hate
But in return, I've tried to only give love
This makes me a rare animal,
someone with a pure soul
I am a zebra,
born to be hate-free
I proudly bear the stripes
that don't define me
I'm more than what you see;
I am a black knight on a white horse,
I am a white knight on a black horse..
fighting against the vessels of hate
I carry only love in my bowels,
my ship always stays on course
My destination is eternity..
maybe now you wish you were more like me
A zebra is who I be


Poem Details | by Alina Councilman |
Categories: christian, death, goodbye, love, metaphor, religious, symbolism,

Witness and Behold the End

White Lilies,
Scattered on the ground,
Out of their element.
Witness,
Purity,
Deprived of its origin.
Behold,
Clarity no longer visible.
 
White Roses,
In the purest snow,
Frozen to the core.
Witness,
Loveliness,
Stripped away so rash.
Behold,
Beauty destroyed.

White flowers,
All around,
Trampled into dust.
Witness,
Wildness,
Stolen without knowledge.
Behold,
Endless death fighting to prevail.