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Poem Details | by Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson |
Categories: allegory, friendship, life, love, nature, space,

Crescent Waltz

She slants her shining, golden glance
Across desert, mountains, rivers, plants
Greets her rising, true romance
In the purpling, opposite skies

Her lunar love, her heart’s delight
Soars to ever darker height
For each, the other’s perfect, right
It’s on their wings time flies

She seems asleep within the night
Yet always, somewhere, she’s brilliant, bright
Motionless in constant flight
Each day its own surprise

They’ll never meet – there’s not a chance
These partners in eternal dance
Of darkness, light – they both enhance
The world with their long goodbyes

***

As their crescent waltz achieves crescendo
Sans artifice or innuendo
Young children start to play Nintendo
While adults stir and rise


Poem Details | by Dear Heart |
Categories: love,

One Love, One Life

I gazed at your beauty and your hair cascading, You glanced at me- O, he is handsome, this man; Your sensuous lips so tempting, captivating, I laughed and it was a deep rumbling laugher. And this was the beginning of our love affair, Your family would not approve of this pairing; On a ship leading you to a life of despair, So we met in secret, making love and talking. As the ship entered port you slipped me your address, I let go of fate gifted love- reluctantly; We have been corresponding, our words a caress, O the torture of distance, what of destiny. I will never forget our gifted nights of bliss, So a secret journey I have planned- a voyage; You love me with true love and I long for your kiss, And I will beseech for your hand in marriage. Last week I sent you a love-soaked, tear-stained letter, I let go of fate gifted love- reluctantly; This time away, from your touch became harder, O the torture of distance, what of destiny. Fate gifted us, drinking passion from its chalice, Waking flames serving first to increase our ardor; Summer, your sweet roses covered our palace, This time away, from your touch became harder. I look across this wind-blown majestic ocean, Mind turns to epic sadness of our parting hour; I begged then for distance erasing potion, I tried to remain your rock hard castle tower. The desperate, longing look- your beautiful face, Informing me the dire depts that you found this clutch; I reminded you, no distance could our love erase, Or lessen my need to feel your soft, gentle touch. Last week, I sent you a love-soaked, tear-stained letter, Now, board a ship that will take me to my true love; Reading my golden love sent, you will feel better, Never my loving touch shall you be deprived of. _____________________________ December 5, 2015 Tail-Rhyme Co-write with Broken Wings and Robert Lindley


Poem Details | by john freeman |
Categories: allegory, love

The Power

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Poem Details | by Annabelle Jane |
Categories: life, love,

Half To Share

Books half opened Lines half written A bridge half built is halfway there. Bones half broken Lives half hidden A heart in half has half to share.


Poem Details | by Vickie Thayer |
Categories: absence, feelings, heart, loneliness, longing, love, romance,

A LOVE WE LOST AND FOUND

He Sat On His Favorite Bench,
In Their Favorite Park,
Cracked And Crumbled,
His Eyebrows Knitted Together,
He Leered, 

Sadness Clouded His Features,
He Drew His Lower Lip Between His Teeth,
From Memories,
His Thoughts Clouded,
Fighting Back Broken Tears,

An Old Woman Appeared,
She Gave Him A Dirty Look,
Her Nose Stuck In The Air,
She Sat Down On His Claimed Bench,
He Scrutinized As She Peered.

Suddenly,
Recognition Dawned On Their Faces,
Her Mouth Curved Into A Smile,
His Eyes Glistened,
Beneath His Almost Tears,

They Were So Much Older Now,
Unrecognizable At First,
But A Love Lost,
Had Prevailed,
And Was Found,
After So Many Years.


~Vickie Thayer~


Poem Details | by romeo naces |
Categories: forgiveness, life, love,

As Always, Too Late

to ask to be forgiven 
and to truly forgive, 
to make amends, 
to soothe hurts with a vow,
the most opportune time,
my friend, is now;

             instantly we hate, 
             cautiously we love,
             belatedly we miss 
             and long for the one
             who has been unloved 
             now dead and gone;

                          postponing kindness, 
                          hesitantly, we wait,
                          tomorrow, as always, 
                          comes too late,
                          the undertaker knows 
                          the tears, the date.


Poem Details | by S.zaynab Kamoonpuri |
Categories: love, marriage,

Bed of roses and thorns

Ooh man, life could well 
be a bed of roses
If only love alone 
sprinkled from the hoses.

If only love flowed like 
an endless stream
If only love didn't end 
like a dream.

In all certainty, the 
antonym of love
plunges you in the bed 
of thorns
Much unlike the agile yet 
peaceful dove
love grows weeds, rust 
and horns!

I so pity the lovelorn, the 
lovesick, the forlorn
whose lover flew out 
the window last morn

But I know too of pure 
loves that outlast the 
storms
for one, they didn't 
begin in high school 
dorms.

They weren't 
instantaneous and 
impulsive loves for sure
Less whimsical,
and within the bounds 
of the marital bond
their love tis bound to 
endure.
In conjugal bliss's 
hammock
fickle lovers cannot rock.
For without holy 
matrimony
Is merry go round love's 
agony


Poem Details | by Michael Wegman |
Categories: day, encouraging, happiness, hope, love, self, smile,

The Smile - Itty Bitty

Pleasured, to feel life’s warm embrace. The smile, plastered across my face, is evidence thereof. Anticipation fills my heart, Knowing in my knower, what waits: another's smile, with love!


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: autumn, beautiful, change, creation, dance, death of a friend, desire, environment, fantasy, first love, halloween, heaven, imagination, love, lust, magic, moon, mystery, nature, night, nostalgia, october, passion, senses, sensual, sky, weather, wind,

The witches winds are blowing

                  
                                               
 The Santa Ana's are here, and the moon is clear
There is a mystic in the air that whispers in my ear.
  Is this a peaceful feeling or does it carry fear ? 

What is the passion and hot fragrence of orange blossom that is pulling me a different way , as if this power has been sent only by a Witch of the finest of White Magic, only to calm the Blue Soul I have known my whole life.


 I feel a passion that is running through my Veins like the  power of water itself
 
                               
As if the Moon itself were instructed to warm the air that is blowing It is not a new moon , it is not a old moon , it is a moon that appears only in ones lifetime to gaze at

 By seeing and feeling the very power of this Moon you will dance your way to Heaven with happiness of what is yet to come.
 
The Stars around this Moon are unique as if they take the presence of every loved one you and I have lost 

The Witches winds with the warm glowing of the moon, as if I had never met you before , are blowing with the frangerence of Orange Blossom or Magnolia , from a distant past of The South.
 
As if I know we have been together once before , a Moon such as this In a peaceful , lustful state of Bliss.
 

 There is something comingis it something I have always known or wanted ?

 What is yet to be known is as intoxicating as the Santa anas that are running through my body.
 As if i have been struck by the power of light , as the powerful moon I gaze at in the Night.
It is piercing my soul with it's only Truth, 
                                         By;
                                            Shanity Rain 


Poem Details | by Gideon Foli |
Categories: animal, beach, beautiful, best friend, bible, birthday, boyfriend, bridal shower, brother, butterfly, celebration, holiday, love, marriage, wedding, women,

A Love Song To A Beloved

‘‘A friend once in his youthful flight 
Had found a beauty delight
Though distance stretched them in mileage
But their love was destined to find a page’’

A lark that sings in the morning bright
Ke-ke-li, O Kekeli! My beautiful light
The hanging garden upon my sight
Hands of fate has woven a happy home
A love of current, stronger than the Law of Ohm
Invigorating, a love connected at heart
Which God designed never to part

Where there is love,they say there is a way
Our love I believe is here to stay
Kekeli, my beloved, sing me a serenade
A song of an angel’s grade
That in heaven’s clime pervade
Sing it across space and time
And make it last like a rhyme

My beloved Kekeli! You’re my light
You’re my Hephzibah, my only delight
Thou art fairer than Friedan Betty
Thou art matchless in beauty
So calm and inviting like the blue sea 
Beauty not to be told but for eyes to see

Behold my mistress of fair skin 
Eyes of diamonds, pure and pristine
O Tell me, you whom I was made to love
One, unique in your choicest apparel
Lips of zebra stipes set with a berry
The hanging petals of a blossom cherry
Chief among all my thousands buddies
O Kekeli! The only ruby my finger shall find
And wouldn’t be ashamed to be called uxorious

"For as a young man marries a virgin
so shall your sons marry you, and as
the bridegroom rejoices over the bride,
so shall your God rejoice over you"Isa 62:5



Poem Details | by Suzette Richards |
Categories: allegory, flower, love, nature, religion, wedding,

At the Edge of a Petal

Dawn chorus trills arias in duet
Not a dulcet tone morning to forget
Rose shot with purl
 
A white wedding dress shimmers in sunlight
The blond tresses tied, a threaded delight
Rose petals curl
 
The fresh flush of a virgin: prescribed writ
The purity evident on soffit
Rose throws to hurl
 
The serene still reflection in mirror
Belie fervid brow - tester an error?
Rose bud unfurls


By Suzette Crous
19 January 2013

Inspired by the quote by William Carlos Williams: “It is at the edge of a petal that love waits.”

purl (n): sewing thread that is made from gold or silver wire 
shot (adj): woven of two colours in such a way that when the fabric is viewed from different angles the visible colours change.
Fervid: (poet.) Hot, glowing, impassioned
Tester (n): Canopy espover four-poster bed

Please see the About Section for details explaining the background to this poem.

Usually the same meter (eg as applicable to a couplet) is employed throughout the poem.The number of possible variants following a scheme are too many to list hereWhichever verse pattern you decide on, it must be followed throughout the poemIn this poem I am exploring the possibility of employing two different meter to accentuate the TAIL (line 3) where I changed the meter in lines one and two from anapaestic trimeter to iambic dimeter in line three.

Lines 1 and 2:  anapestic trimeter 
 * * / | * * / | * * /....* an additional unstressed syllable
I end some of the lines with an extra feminine syllable (unstressed)

Line 3: iambic dimeter 
         * / | * /


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: basketball, brother, car, dedication, devotion, family, god, heart, hero, light, love, miracle, natural disasters, night, snow, storm,

Rick Heart's warmth

            Through the darkest of nights with cold ice
            Yet remembering in my heart with warm love    

          A time in the Midwest an Irish French family of Seven 
         The fishing , boating and woods sent by Heaven 

          One night stands out that warms my Heart a frozen state      
         It was Winter having a Basketball Game to cheer at.very late

          asking others too many times before for a ride
                          ~ here comes my pride ~

              calling many times only receiving a machine 
              standing by the only payphone , out of change
            It's now 3am calling collect , freezing my bones , the Scene

                I was giving up thinking.shelter where to find ?
             snow falling hard, last call , my oldest brother answers

                 Never have I forgotten that frost bitten night 
              ~  through the frozen snow I see his headlights ~
 
            Rick driving his " Mach 1 "  Proud , Foghat playing loud 
           He my Hero like an Angel takes flight , certain he saved my life     
         ~ It was God whom sent him out in the cold freezing night ~
 
(   This is a poem entered in "Hearts Warmth " contest , also a true story of love 
     &   dedication to my oldest Brother  ) I always proud


Poem Details | by Kim Merryman |
Categories: birth, change, granddaughter, love,

A Life Changing Moment

One early morning in July,
        a child was born and with one cry,
                my future changed.
My life had a new purpose and meaning,
        I could hardly contain the joy I was feeling,
                 life rearranged.

From the moment I gazed on her dear face,
        and held her in gentle embrace,
                 she captured my heart.
Overwhelmed with gratitude and love,
        for my granddaughter, a gift from above,
                 love's work of art.

My life hasn't been the same,
        since the day my angel came,
                 I love her so.
I'm a grandma now and I find it's true,
        that there's nothing that I would rather do,
                than watch her grow.


2/20/17
Tail Rhyme (rime couee)
aabccb


Poem Details | by M. Shahid H. Chouhdry |
Categories: car, care, career, cry, dedication, depression, devotion, forgiveness, grief, imagination, immigration, inspirational, loneliness, lonely, longing,

Price of Love

Want You know the worth of Love, 
Way never end, the journey never Quit, 
Height neither achieved nor the depth End, 
The everlasting prickle in your eye sight, 

Freeze thoughts and awful memories, 
Would not leave you lonely, 
Every day goes by, 
Turn you the stem solitary, 

Frightful nights and dreadful days, 
Miserable morning and Depressed Twilight, 
Stand for fameless achievement, 
Faced it all for hoping day of Bright, 

Exam with no result, game of grief, 
Neither you fail nor you pass, 
Sunny day Rainfall, sweating in cold and fruit of Autumn, 
Love is stream that you won’t cross.

Cause, we don’t know the price of Love, cost of Beam, 
If you wanna know the cost, die with your dreams.

MShahid HChouhdry
Bahawalpur, Pakistan
shahid817@gmail.com


Poem Details | by Can Yucel |
Categories: love,

My Love

I wrote your name
neither on the
ground nor on the
skies
I wrote your name,
my love
ON MY HEART...


Poem Details | by Deborah Burch |
Categories: funny, lost love, satire,

Special Ops

Special Ops!


My heart needs a tourniquet
     For all the holes you burned in it...
          So the bleeding stops!

You'll rue the day for this offense
     And suffer without recompense...
          My job's Special Ops!


deborah burch©
5/01/2012


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: betrayal, confusion, corruption, family, fire, house, how i feel, lost love, pain, parents, truth,

The fire that opened my burnt eyes

          Before reading this , please note it was for a contest , Not about my Son "
               The theme " A son that set fire to the home , confronting at police station "


           I do believe we have our Arsonist , but why ?
           amazing behind this mirror we hear truth & Lies  
 
       "   This time my heart broken, I can not accept your lies         
          Now you have become felon before our very eyes 

           Was I not a mother to you , surely I told you I love you 
           This time I can not bail you out your story must be true

           did you want me to catch on fire 
           Please tell me now.was this your desire ?

           I am sorry for all I have done 
           I am sorry for what you have become

           All I wanted was for you to smile surrounded by love
           Now I walk away from you in tears and ash in my throat

          Yes you have killed me no doubt 
          I can only pray for your Salvation 

          But Why.Why I ask you with burnt eyes
          you have set a fire that weakens my soul

          Please God tell me this is not true my Son.
          Forgive him, he knows not what he has done"

           
             ~  Profiling 101 contest ~


Poem Details | by Anisha Dutta |
Categories: love,

Love is Blind


                           Love is Blind

                   Love is blind.
                   Keep in mind.
                          When it drops as free fall on you,
                          either old gold or fragrant new
                           casting always spectacular view,
                               in raw red,is wildly unrefined.

                  Love is blind,
                  yet unkind,
                          when lavender love is not reflected,
                          ignored by blooming beloved,
                          primrose passion unappreciated,
                             sweet heart just left you behind.

                   Love is blind
                   and entwined,
                          when it flows in rhythmic resonance,
                          twin flames brighten deep dependence,
                           sepal-petal bond of emerald elegance
                                  gains cherry charm of love to rewind


                     Love is blind
                      underlined
                             on First Love as Rosy Realization,
                             One-sided Love as Drooping Depression
                             Mutual Love as Platinum Perfection.
                                 Pearly Pain blends in love of each kind    

                 
                    Love is blind.
                   How to find
                        Lost Love floated and waved with flowing river,
                        Silent Love devoid of demand drowned forever,
                        Locked Love closed,controlled, cared never,
                           Weeping withering brittle buds can remind.

      03/25/16

       Cliche Poetry Contest   Second place

   Sponsor Silent One                  


Poem Details | by cecil hickman |
Categories: anniversary, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, life, love, romance, wife,

Authentic Love

My love for you is ecstasy
Veracity, no fantasy,
With all my passion,
Forever bound upon our souls,
Delivered in delightful goals,
Pleasing our fashion.


written on
04/20/2012


Poem Details | by Lizzy Love |
Categories: analogy, best friend, friendship, happiness, happy, love, word play,

My Good Friend

I’d like to tell you 
about my good friend
a constant companion 
best friends til the end

she’s always been there
boosting my spirits
wrapping me in warmth
oh isn’t she the dearest

she’s super duper fun
the life of the party
but back in highschool
it was her making me tardy

everyone loves her
insisting I share
we pass her around
but she doesn't seem to care

always plenty of laughs
she's guaranteed to provide
passing out munchies
and constant good vibes

we enjoy listening to Marley 
and other good  tunes
never any bad ones
she makes us immune

sometimes she sparkles
and then she’s way more fun
everyone loves her
except for..maybe the nuns

even after all these years
she makes me very happy
I breathe her all in
and I never feel crappy

the best part of it all
she takes away my pain
she’s my good friend
I call her Mary Jane


Poem Details | by Kim Merryman |
Categories: dream, love, people,

A Dream Most Worthy

I lay me down upon my bed,
      and lovely thoughts invade my head;
           elusive dreams at best.
Dreams of people no longer hating,
      hand in hand, not hesitating,
            to bless and to be blessed.

No matter race, religion, gender,
      love reaching out with touch so tender,
           we become united.
Alas, for now, it's just a dream,
      but surely a most worthy scheme:
            Brotherly love ignited.

7/23/16
For Broken Wings Two Stanzas Two Only contest
Tail-rhyme  aabccb ddeffe






Poem Details | by Paul Callus |
Categories: love, relationship,

Short-lived Love

You think you’re the best
Your mind is at rest
You love with trust and zest 
Believing that deep down he feels the same.

But now I’m afraid
His love could abate
It looks like it's too late
Already in his dreams he calls her name 



[I have to point out that this is not the usual tailed rhyme poem,
  it's my own personal layout.]


Poem Details | by Christopher Bunton |
Categories: life, loss, love,

She Loves Me

She loves me, she loves me not,

white petals flew away to rot.

Springs love blossoming grows.

Commitment made while passions burned,

missing lover, lesson learned.

A promise gone, as the wind blows.




Christopher Bunton

For the "petals in the wind" contest


Poem Details | by RALPH TAYLOR |
Categories: love, romance,

The Proposal

He showed the ring, they were alone.
He spoke these words, in a soft, sweet tone!
"Darling, be my bride"!

She let out, a romantic moan!
She received, the Diamond stone!
"Yes dear", she replied!

4/21/12
Contest:  Tail Rhyme Time


Poem Details | by Vongai Tinomudaishe Mupetesi |
Categories: first love, love,

THE CITY PARK BENCH

The city park bench

Busy city, busy people, busy life
Privacy unattainable even when you strife
Busybodies around meddling everywhere
Privately aiming to muddle every affair

Yet they find peace in this location
Their love unrestrained by commotion
In the midst of chaos and foul stench
A love nest is built on a public bench

Encircled by noise yet they speak softly
People scampering yet they sit calmly
Hand in hand, innocently as if in paradise
Regardless of brutes present to jeopardize

Engrossed by each other’s company
Spontaneously crossing legs in synchrony
Unmindful of the stench from the adjacent trench
Sitting comfortably on the rusty metal bench


Poem Details | by Zainab Rasool |
Categories: absence, anxiety, beach, break up, cute love, depression, first love,

WAITING FOR YOU

During the rainy season,under the tree,
I was sitting on the stone near the sea.
With opened hair and glittering eye,
I looked at the moon,up high in the sky.
Just then the tear flowed down my cheek,
Aah!my life has become a damn freak.
I closed my eyes n saw u,
I wanted to say I want to hear something from u.
But I realized…
During the rainy season,under the tree,
I was sitting on the stone near the sea.
Just then a cold breeze blewed,
I smiled and turned back,thought It would b u..
But Alas!
Green bushes and tall trees were all that I cud see,
Days and night I kept waiting for Thee…


Poem Details | by jack horne |
Categories: lost love,

Cheater

It only took a single glance;
A slave to lust’s hypnotic trance,
He lost his head.

He begged her for a second chance,
And tried to save the doomed romance;
Her love was dead.

5th May for Susan’s Tail Rhyme contest


Poem Details | by Patrick Whelan |
Categories: break up, faith, happiness, heartbreak, inspirational, lost love, love,

Love is funny

Love is one of the forces of the universe, that cannot be forced,
When we try to capture and tame it, it usually ends in divorce.

Love is wild and free, and to chase it is a fool’s errand,
For it is when we give up chase, and feel all is lost, it come to us and is quite apparent.

Love cannot be caged, or live in a jar,
It has to come to us freely, whether from near or from far.

To find love, we must give it, both to ourselves and everyone else,
That outward projection comes back to us as others see our love of self.

To give love we must have love, all those around us can see,
What is truly in our hearts, the possibilities that may be.

The rules of the universe, dictate that attraction,
Project what you want to come to you, and you will have satisfaction!


Poem Details | by Anisha Dutta |
Categories: desire, love,

Sweet Valentine

                            Sweet Valentine

                    Valentine!
                   Please be mine,
                     just to love.
                  My Sweet Heart 
                       Your love
                       I must deserve.

                     My liking,
                    my yearning
                         touch your mind.
                  Please respond
                    on strong bond.
                             Love is blind.

                 My passion,
                   My emotion,
                       My desire
                   wants entrance
                     to embrace
                    you, my dear!

               Tie tight knot.
                  Love has brought
                         two hearts close.
                Wobbling left,
                 Please accept,
                        best I chose.

                Valentine!
               Nice and fine,
                  Smile and laugh.
                 My darling,
                   enchanting
                         better-half.

    02/26/16

           
                          
                   


Poem Details | by Barbara Gorelick |
Categories: love,

A Blue Night Moon


The saxophone wails out a tune Notes drifting to a blue night moon Raise your glass on high For it is such a mystery And has been through all history Hear the lovelorn cry