by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
encouraging,
To those you care for, always you impart
deep love; how beautiful and sweet you are!
I pray you find a way to mend your heart.
To those you care for, always you impart
poetic gems! Return to this, your art.
Grab hold of words and shine again, a star.
To those you care for, always you impart
deep love; how beautiful and sweet you are!
Written 12/6/14 for the Fighting Depression(poems for PD) contest
of shadow Hamilton
by SKAT A |
Categories:
beauty, dream, flower, love, marriage,
-Dandelion Dream-
I stand close with a fistful of flowers
My tiny bouquet made of dandelion dreams
They fade with one gush from the wind
I stand close with a fistful of flowers
Holding on tight to jagged leaves
Sprinkles of sand fall over my needs
I stand close with a fistful of flowers
My tiny bouquet made of dandelion dreams
~SKAT~
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
death, love,
In autumn’s wind, I look up to the sky.
How sweet the breath of love upon my face!
In rustling leaves, I hear you softly sigh;
in autumns wind, I look up to the sky
and see what time and death cannot erase. . .
In guise of sun’s bright rays, you are nearby!
In autumn’s wind, I look up to the sky.
How sweet the breath of love upon my face!
Written 2/7/2015 for the Contest of Gail Angel Doyle
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
christmas,
I wish to see the beauty of a Christmas snow
and hear the songs about a holy birth.
Along the streets where lights are strung aglow,
I wish to see the beauty of the Christmas snow.
But most of all, I wish for love to grow
in every heart till there is peace on earth.
I wish to see the beauty of a Christmas snow
and hear the songs about a holy birth.
by arthur vaso |
Categories:
funny, humor,
I wrote a poem of despair
My hearts been tossed up into the air
She wrote a limerick that was taboo
She made me laugh when I was so blue
Entering stage left was Tim
Writing of past lovers sins in a hymn
It seems that we laugh or we cry
We live, we love, or we die
The three of us, holding poetic swords up high
Throughout the ages we all do fly
No subject goes unspoken
For the freedom of words we've awoken
No battle to long or too fierce
Our duels are true and unrehearsed.
Through blood, sweat and tears
A bond so strong that sweetens the years
All for one and one for all
Let us carry on and have a ball!
by JAN ALLISON |
Categories:
sad love,
You told me simply we were friends
But you conceal your aching heart
My love for you it never ends
You told me simply we were friends
Dreaming of you my heart ascends
Forbidden love keeps us apart
You told me simply we were friends
But you conceal your aching heart
09~26~14
Written for One New Triolet Contest
Sponsored By Alfred Vassallo
by Line Gauthier |
Categories:
absence, beauty, longing, love, moon, nature, nostalgia,
the full moon dangles low tonight
and whispers sweetly in my ear
memories of fiery delight
the full moon dangles low tonight
graceful herons glide in full flight
I’d trade them all to hold you near
the full moon dangles low tonight
and whispers sweetly in my ear
AP: 1st place 2020
Submitted on November 15, 2018, for contest LATE NOVEMBER sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
and June 12, 2018, for contest MOON POETRY sponsored by KEVIN SHAW
by John Gondolf |
Categories:
love, mother, tribute,
You never cease amazing me
how all these years you loved us so;
we tried your patience you’ll agree.
You never cease amazing me
for in this life no guarantee
a person’s love they will bestow.
You never cease amazing me
how all these years you loved us so.
May 5, 2019
by Janis Thompson |
Categories:
mothers day,
For Mothers Who Have Passed
For mothers who've been passed some years,
you may have gone but love remains.
At fewer times do we shed tears
for mothers who've been passed some years.
We lay a wreath of flowers here.
Remembrance is the mourner's claim
for in the heart your honor's dear.
You may have gone but love remains.
5/8/19
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
baseball, boy,
The outfield boy stands waiting all alone,
playing the game that many children love.
From the pitcher’s mound, a ball has been thrown.
The outfield boy stands waiting all alone.
The ball has been hit. See how it has flown
straight into the glowing boy’s baseball glove!
The outfield boy stands waiting all alone,
playing the game that many children love.
Written Dec. 2015 for the Oil Paintings 4 & 5 Poetry Contest of Eve Roper
by KP Nunez |
Categories:
ocean, summer, wind,
Into the wake of waves he rides.
The surfer glides like bird in flight.
He slips, gets up, head on collides,
into the wake of waves he rides.
His graceful dance with winds and tides
shows love for ocean at first sight.
Into the wake of waves he rides;
the surfer glides like bird in flight.
29 May 2015
For Andrea Dietrich's Lovely Summer Triolet Contest
by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories:
death, dream, longing, love, missing you, romance, star,
You shine your light in darkest night
Your beacon burning there so clear
If I had wings then I’d take flight
You shine your light in darkest night
I feel your warmth holding me tight
As in your arms you draw me near
You shine your light in darkest night
Your beacon burning there so clear
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
09.24.2014
by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories:
cheer up, children, giving, joy, love,
Just children with their homemade card
Brought so much joy when I was down.
I was so sick my heart was scarred,
Just children with their homemade card.
To show their love, it was not hard,
Their love to me a peaceful gown.
Just children with their homemade card
Brought so much joy when I was down.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
02.2014
Contest: Small Gifts
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
daughter,
I love to see you snuggled up in bed.
Beneath your pillow I leave you a kiss.
It’s maternal instinct by which I’m led!
I love to see you snuggled up in bed.
Then before I go, I kiss your forehead,
leaving chocolate for my sweetest miss!
I love to see you snuggled up in bed.
Beneath your pillow I leave you a kiss.
Theme: Leave you a kiss
Written 9/9/14 by Andrea Dietrich
For the Poet II Poetry Contest of gautami phookan
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
lost love, youth,
I think of you when fall is in the air,
remembering that warm September night
I reveled in your long and tender stare.
Those kisses! Why can’t anything compare
to then? Now even stars seem not as bright!
I think of you when Fall is in the air -
remembering that warm September night.
For the "I Think Of You" Poetry Contest of gautami phookan
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
love, passion
(Inspired by the brilliant new avant garde
Italian film: "I Am Love")
Could she shatter vows, and is she the one
who’d relinquish everything just for love?
If it meant that all she knew would come undone,
could she shatter vows, and is she the one?
If she knew that those she cared about might shun
her, could she go against her God above?
Could she shatter vows, and is she the one
who’d relinquish everything just for love?
For the Contest: Is She the One?
sponsored by Tavarus M. Moreland
by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories:
dance, humorous,
I just love the way she dances.
The way around the pole she twirls.
With such confidence she prances.
I just love the way she dances!
She is not afraid to take chances.
Around the May pole with other girls.
I just love the way she dances.
The way around the pole she twirls!
Tell me which Triolet I should enter into Freddie's Contest
For Freddie's Triolet Contest.
Written September 27th, 2014.
by Sara Kendrick |
Categories:
life, nature,
The fiddler crab plays as he eats
A high pitched tune, around the dunes
A fast rhythm most can repeat
The fiddler crab plays as he eats
All can play a song so sweet
Fiddling to their love songs at noon
The fiddler crab plays as he eats
A high pitched tune, around the dunes
by Sara Kendrick |
Categories:
love,
I made coffee and had a fire
Warming this cool October morn
Come close let us fill heart's desire
I made coffee and had a fire
In warm sunlight amour transpires
Our rekindled spark of love born
I made coffee and had a fire
Warming this cool October morn
by Paul Callus |
Categories:
art,
She mixes coffee with her art.
With love she wields her trusty brush.
Her youthful vigour plays a part.
She mixes coffee with her art.
Abstract and complex rule her heart.
Meticulous and in no rush
She mixes coffee with her art.
With love she wields her trusty brush.
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Contest: Lexi’s Art/Life Story
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Placed 2nd
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
winter,
I long to tread upon the snow
in hush of winter, wrapped in white;
in feathered mounds serenely go.
I long to tread upon the snow.
The boughs hang low; no wind doth blow.
My love, come see the wondrous sight!
I long to tread upon the snow
In hush of winter, wrapped in white
Nov. 14, 2015 By Andrea Dietrich
For the "Write Me A Winter Poem" Contest of Broken Wings
by Paul Callus |
Categories:
love, lust,
She begged me to make love to her
I could not look into her eyes
I wanted to but would not dare
She begged me to make love to her
I knew deep down it was not fair
To lead her on with lust and lies
She begged me to make love to her
I could not look into her eyes
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Contest: One NEW Triolet
Sponsor: Alfred Vassallo
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
christmas,
What Makes Christmas Sweet (Taste)
It’s taffy, chewy in my teeth,
And chocolate melting on my tongue,
The crunch of candy bars like Heath;
It’s taffy, chewy in my teeth,
Bright gumdrops from a homemade wreath,
Or candy canes from tree limbs hung!
It’s taffy, chewy in my teeth
And chocolate melting on my tongue.
I Love (Touch)
I love to feel the fire’s warm glow
And touch your face by its soft light.
To be back home, out of the snow,
I love to feel the fire’s warm glow,
Your breath against my cheek and know
You’ll be with me through all the night.
I love to feel the fire’s warm glow
And touch your face by its soft light.
For PD's Any Poem Goes #6 Poetry Contest
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
christmas,
The Yule Tide Sights (Sight)
It’s tinsel, ornaments and lights,
The Yule Tide sights all people love:
Bright yellows, reds, and greens and whites;
It’s tinsel, ornaments and lights
We yearn to see December nights -
Delights we all never tire of!
It’s tinsel, ornaments and lights,
The Yule Tide sights all people love.
The Gladdening (Hearing)
As bells go ring-a-ling-a-ling,
And old St. Nick goes, “Ho, ho, ho,”
The people’s hearts are gladdening.
As bells go ring-a-ling-a-ling,
Its “Fa la la,” we hear folks sing.
An elf joins in on piccolo
As bells go ring-a-ling-a-ling
And old St. Nick goes, “Ho, ho, ho!”
by Paul Callus |
Categories:
age, birthday,
(Dedicated to Joyce Johnson on her 100th birthday)
Her words still echo in my mind
‘I can’t remember any pain’.
Woman of strength, one of a kind
Her words still echo in my mind.
A fruitful life with love defined
She would relive it all again!
Her words still echo in my mind
‘I can’t remember any pain’.
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'Happy 100th Birthday' Contest
Hosted by Carolyn Devonshire
Placed 2nd
© 18th April 2018