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Poem Details | by SKAT A |
Categories: fantasy, love, passion, romantic, sensual, sexy, uplifting,

A Lesson In Love

"How to tame the madness"

As I sit here, with intense dirty desire,
Tonight I think of you (the moon and stars)
To you, I send a redolent saimiri kiss 
Read and breathe between fine lewd lines
Perfumed by the colors of the Enticing Equinox
Sensually, I create sweet serendipity

Inviting playful lips
Erotic wind and wild wanderlust
Streams like a river through time
I propose a good potion of wet lube
Take me to the furtive imagination of your soul
Embrace the tan and texture tonight
Touch the summer ripples riding high
Promiscuous and delicate, I advocate lust 
A quilt meant for deep and trenchant love
I shut my eyes to feel an Orphic flora floor
Stimulating a hot, sultry siren kettle 
On this night the tingle of passion penetrates
A hypnotic talisman that lets me, please
Inviting ----------- You

~*~


Poem Details | by Maria Williams |
Categories: emotions, inspirational love, uplifting,

Love is in the Air

POTW 22rd April 2018

To right the wrongs of love no flawless gauge exists Though visions unfulfilled can leave one bereft With tears of remorse for the ones who didn’t show Or lamenting the ones who came and left
Sparkly wings donned we cruise the starry skies Crooning songs of love to the silvery moon Mourning its presence being ~ Too late? ~ Too soon? Grieving for the ‘dish’ who ran away with the ‘spoon’ Rewrite your song ~ Compose a new melody Peek through those shades of pearlescent pink Discard the restraints of unrequited love Bask in loves splendor ~ lest it goes in a blink
Feel a whisper of the breeze ~ on those thundering seas The quest starts right here on this night crystal clear That rusty anchor raise ~ you’ve lingered too long It’s your ship to control ~ Reclaim the power to steer
I trust you like the music video clip by Australian singer John Paul YoungStill loving the sound of the Disco 80’s POTW 22rd April 2018


Poem Details | by Honestly J.T. |
Categories: america, for her, for him, friend, friendship, growth, how i feel, international, journey, love, racism, school, social, together, truth, uplifting,

One World

Love is not a color,
No hue, neither a race.
All of our blood is the same, 
That runs deep within our veins.

If we could lift up each other,
And know that we all care.
If we help our sisters and brothers,
There's a bond that we'll share.








©2013 Honestly JT


Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: art, child, love, metaphor, mother daughter, uplifting, universe,

A Mother's Envy and Pride

Lapis lazuli mines with wide blue eyes
bringing to mind precious stones and
caramel scones; innocent and wise -
Wondering, yet without surprise.

Staring down the universe, a challenge
in your look though you are young;
The earth made only nine revolutions 
since you came out to see the sun.

Unguarded and arched, your brows 
betray high wire tension; enough 
to light up a hundred moons and warm
plump cheeks to cherry bubble gum.

Be not impatient to grow; you smell
of open grasshopper meadows
and firefly lighted lakeshore walks.
You’re a mother’s envy and pride.

Red lips! Your passion for life exists.
Scarlet, lipstick would be a surfeit -
Today as then till many summer’s been,
your spirit will always be free as the mist.



After:  Portrait of Carol Nye  Rhoades (Robinson) (1915)


For Debbie Guzzi's Challenge: Ten Pictures, Ten Poems, Ten Days - Painting No2
Kim Patrice Nunez
08 January 2016

Poem of the Week:  January 10-16, 2016


Poem Details | by JSLambert Mister ROBOTO |
Categories: black african american, day, happiness, health, hope, inspirational, life, love, may, nature, passion, peace, people, philosophy, religion, social, time, travel, uplifting, visionary,

Each Day Takes its Turn

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we strive to make sure 
each day enlightens us 
and brightens us
even as light fades to gray 
may we keep fighting 
with two swollen feet
beneath the body and soul 
experiencing trials 
and intense life lessons 
meshed with stresses 
may we persevere 
turn off  fear's song 
may we stand firm 
as we glide along 
through shifty winds of change 
that may cause things to sway
rearrange
but we hold true
inside the values and morality
we stand for 
we
fall for nothing 
we
may stumble along the trip 
we 
may swerve at the wheel yet 
we 
do not lose our grip
because no one 
can eclipse the sun 
yet
everyone heals 
before they're done

Just when situations arise 
flooding us with pain we despise
and just when it seems like
our tear ducts are dry 
from ongoing cries
we may think 
things are on the brink of ending
then God shows us the ways of faith
by way of love that he's sending

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we make sure 
every day enlightens us 
and brightens us 
as each day takes its turn

~JSLambert



Poem Details | by Carol Sunshine Brown |
Categories: happiness, love, uplifting,

As One Together

moon and stars above
warm summer night breeze blowing
arms wrapped around me
closeness makes my body weak
your breath, the warm breeze, I melt
our hearts together
beat now as one forever
till death do us part
A Mesh Of Forms Contest of Russell Sivey Written by Carol Brown 03/22/2012 Using the forms Tanka & Senryu 1st Place Winner


Poem Details | by Richard Palmer |
Categories: faith, religion, uplifting, prayer, love, prayer,

Prayer

One more morning,after one more night,
One more thanks for keeping things right,
One prayer to bed,one as you rise,
Good morning God,thanks for another sun rise,
Prayer is the fuel that keep us going,
Through troubled times,pray for strength keep rowing,
And without fear step out,face the unknowing,
Although all around negativity blowing,
Every day,even one positive seed,try sowing,
Within my veins,God love is flowing,
God is my friend,the devil,not interested to know him,
Here comes the garbage truck,over there throw him,
Don't just say you love God,pray show Him,
Remember prayer keeps us,spiritual growing...


Poem Details | by Anna-Marie Docherty |
Categories: confusion, devotion, life, lost love, mystery, nostalgia, passion, uplifting, me,

Umbrella

There she stands 
Centre stage for all to see
Tall and slender 
Precariously she balances.

I reach out for her
Draw her to me 
My hand skims her body 
Slowly reaching her skirt.

Playful fingers find hidden areas
Delighted her legs spring forth
Displaying the very beauty
Of her delicately adorned skirt.

Gaily she dances around
Dizzily twisting and turning
In the brightness of day shading
She gently tends to my needs.

Personal ballerina takes to toes leaping
Merrily bobbing up and down
As emotional to her performance
Clouds cry a thousand tears for her.

Reaching our destination
Slightly shaken, she leans
Watches me quietly drips
Against the wall.

Reminiscent of the day's fulfillment
We acknowledge one another silently
Restful knowing we shall be
One once more.


Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: depression, encouraging, love, uplifting,

The Crossover - Collaboration with PD

The Crossover 
By Kim Patrice Nunez 
26 August 2015 


Come, let me join you in your world 
beyond the glow of crescent moon 
I won't be stopped by words you hurled 
my love enfolds you silent soon

I felt the anguish of your mind 
and heard of secret crimes you hide 
Turn not away, the truth let’s find 
You’re still alive, they thought you died

Healed of every sin from my life 
Entwined by death the heavens will subside 
In each soul resides purpose and strife 
Walking in a new world side by side 

In a world, making any kind of sacrifice 
I found forgiveness beyond the night 
By the gates, love waits in paradise 
Crossing over into the light


A Poet Destroyer Collaboration


Poem Details | by Ezra Vancil |
Categories: anniversary, devotion, love, uplifting,

The softest part

The softest part of a woman
Is not where you may think

Behind the ears 
in the mouth 
or lips of petal pink

inside the knee
inner thigh
you still have not to find
the tender place…
it’s not her face
or curve against the spine

her finger tips
bloom of hips
the nipple, or the eyes
beneath the breast 
 just a test 
to know you really tried

a trick you say!
if not the cradled
skin between the toes
a game to play
who finds the way?
who can really know?

The softest part of a woman though
is nowhere you can touch

with fingertips
or open lips
it’s nothing of the such

Emotion…
you might say above
is everything she lives
but not just love
and then it is
her willingness to give


Poem Details | by Lynn Marie |
Categories: happiness, inspirational, love, me, nature, nostalgia, people, places, uplifting, yellow,

our colour of yellow

The lake was still sleeping
a light mist rose above,
a weathered dock could be seen,
its aged wood; full of memories.

The air crisp, breeze light,
trees majestic; watching all.
Squirrels  busy scampering,
as a flock of geese soared above.

Way over yonder
clear across the still lake,
shining brightly were yellow shutters,
on our cabin; our special place.

We had toiled the garden
planted yellow roses with great care,
we had painted the old wood shutters,
yellow paint; speckled our hair.

The roof  we re-shingled,
one painstaking nail at a time,
we even counted the ouches;
when our hammers got out of line.

With nothing but smiles
on our weary, aching bodies,
we held hands, and went running,
into the still of the lake; giggling.

We swam out to the dock,
it was a race; he won,
my hand he took laughing;
as he quickly scooped me up.

Our toes dangled playfully
sending ripples in the lake,
as we gazed at our cabin;
yellow shutters; fresh with paint.

The trees swayed slightly
as if nodding with approval,
for our cabin by the lake,
was our private sacred jewel.

As we cuddled together
warmth filled our souls,
for our bright yellow shutters,
symbolized, our love's blossoming growth.

It was on this very dock,
air crisp, breeze light,
when he gave me a yellow rose;
and asked me to be his wife.


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: emotions, hope, romantic love, uplifting,

Your Love Redeemed My Faith In Hope



Across the dance floor, your soft sashaying gown flew with its bright waving gleams of silver dust and blue; within that blessed gaze, lonesome heart jumped a beat seeing those golden slippers on your dainty feet, feeling love's welcomed arrows shot by Cupid's bow knowing that most treasured gift would forever grow! That cool June night we walked under golden moon's beams with your heart and soul gifting love that so redeems; this man that had lost heart and walked a blind path death long ago condemned this soul to darkest wrath, torn asunder joy in life that had been a gift chained this spirit upon a black-ship set adrift! Loss of my beloved I once lived blind despair wading through this evil world's black pits without care; her sweet love reminding me of Hope that was lost, found anew when your destined path with mine was crossed. I saw the world with open eyes but could not see Faith, till sight was laid upon fair beauty of thee... Your rosy warmth danced with grace thawing my cold heart, seduced by rousing rhythm never would we part. My heart began to waltz and pallid pulse did race as I saw charmed moonlight caress your angel’s face, I longed forevermore to tilt your chin and kiss your promising sunrise lips of heavenly bliss. That early summer’s eve I took a leap of faith willing to let go of my haunting lost love wraith, I found with you the heart to fall in love once more and glissade you in my arms ‘cross life’s ballroom floor. Alone in love’s spotlight of golden moon beam’s glow you have my whole attention for you stole the show. Robert Lindley and Susan Ashley (a collaboration) June 27, 2018 ___________________________________ My poet’s note: Yet again, it was my tremendous honor and privilege to collaborate with with you, RobertThere is an abundance of beautiful poetry overflowing the banks of your heart and soul, my talented friend, and I wade in the lovely flow of your poetic words.Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of being your writing partner and for generously sharing with me in these wondrous poems of love, romance and hope; always hope - the common golden thread that runs victoriously through the weave of our writes.With appreciation, thank you for another exquisite poetic and artistic experience, my dear friend. Robert's poet's note: Yet again my dear friend I must thank you for your friendship, tremendous talent and collaborating with me to produce this wonderful poemAs both Love and Hope are two of the greatest of treasures that mankind hasThis poem symbolizes the gifts that are given from both.... As always it is a true joy to compose with you and let our combines poetic voices be read.I hope this poem touches the heart and soul of many that may have lost hope in life, love and the blessings that the future holds for them.


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 James Kelley |
Categories: emotions, immigration, inspiration, language, life, love, uplifting,

Language Barrier

I couldn’t understand the language she spoke,

at least not all of it,

but the emotion pouring past her lips, 

the tears in her eyes, her clenched and shaking fists

enunciated more clearly,

than any piece of English Poetry I had ever read,

and grabbed me, held me still.

                   …In that moment, her soul was in my arms.

In that finite, tender breath of our lives,

she was my mother, my best friend…

but I could not console her

I didn’t have the words;

and my heart sank into the 

concrete between us,

wet with the pain of God’s rain

and her tears

                  …Were my tears

So, I simply opened my palms

toward her crouched form and 

spoke the only words I could 

fathom, that would be accepted

by a stranger on a dangerous street

"I am sorry, It will be okayGod will bless you."

I knew she did not understand…

"Lo siento" 

                  “que va a estar bien”    

                            “Dios te bendecira’ “ 

the words were as messy as the overturned

duffle bag at her feet…and fumbled, slowly

from my lips, as my knees hit the street.

Two strangers, cried in the rain,

knowing nothing of each other’s suffering,

and yet we shared the weight,

together, for those few moments;

the barrier of language was broken.

Love spoke for us 

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

…Love transcends any language

               


Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: best friend, care, friend, friendship, life, love, uplifting,

Stand By Me

Whether I'm right, whether I'm wrong,
You stand by me, so easy to find,
like the repeating words of a song,
always right here on my mind.

Daylight shines and again, I see your face,
night comes near and still you stand by,
forever, with arms awaiting an embrace,
even if stones were falling from the sky.

You're feet never tire, they never ache,
as you stand by me for endless years,
steady and strong, even if the ground should quake,
now I have a reason to never shed tears.

That ocean was deep, but you pulled me through,
and saved a life that was sinking fast,
you just stand by me and I'm no longer blue,
a feeling that I want to ever last.

Because, my friend, you are so ideal,
with promises that stay unbroken,
I often wonder, how can you be real?,
a question that will go unspoken.

Whether I'm right, whether I'm wrong,
you stand by me, so easy to find,
like the repeating words of a song,
always right here on my mind.




Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: adventure, allegory, angel, art, baby, beach, beautiful, beauty, child, childhood, confusion, courage, dance, dark, daughter, death, dedication, devotion, dream, fear, flower, freedom, goodbye, grief, hope, life, lost love, love, sorrow, travel, tribute, uplifting, war, water, woman, write, me, earth, me,

Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found


Poem Details | by Anna-Marie Docherty |
Categories: caregiving, dedication, devotion, happiness, health, hope, husband, life, love, mother, passion, uplifting, wiferose, kiss, rose,

Ode to a rose on a sunset

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as the clouds dip into the sea.
A kiss from that rose as the waves fall,
over the beach to a rose kissed me.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as we wrap in lovers embrace.
A kiss from a rose as homeward we go,
to a bed clothed in satin and lace.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
with passion and warmth do we grasp.
A kiss from that rose that blossoms and blooms,
my hand in her labour pain clasp.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
that wanton and curvy young bride.
A kiss from that rose that huddles our babe,
so loving, in motherly pride.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
without whom I'd not share my life.
A kiss from that rose who selflessly filled,
the place of my darling rose wife!

(c) anaisanais - A M Docherty - Wales, United Kingdom(7/8/2013)


Poem Details | by Gary George |
Categories: anniversary, dedication, devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, inspirational, love, passion, uplifting, wedding, wifelife, love,

You Are My All

When on life’s seas I’m tempest tossed,
And my hopeful smile is all but lost,
When I need to survive at any cost,
You are my anchor.


My life is filled with simple pleasures,
My loved ones’ smiles I count as treasures,
When kisses are how life is measured,
You are the standard.


As time soars on and birthdays fly,
My hair is graying,  I don’t care why,
My mind is sharp, but not my eyes,
You are my youth.


Love is patient, love is kind,
And to the lucky, love is blind,
But when it comes to love that binds,
You are my love.


Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: devotion, hope, inspirational, love, uplifting,

Lotus

Lotus

Lotus petals soft with shadows
Drinking from your shallow pond,
Blossoms that compete with heaven,
With the twilight hour you bond.

Aquatic in your very nature,
Deemed fit to float at Buddha's feet,
Your peaceful beauty calls awareness
Where such enlightened beings meet.

Sacred plant known through the ages
Your spirit dwells within my heart
And centered there, your spark of light
Assures me that we'll never part.

11-14-18 rev

Zen Poetry Contest~First Place~
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier 


Poem Details | by Charles Fuller |
Categories: happiness, inspirational, life, love, passion, uplifting,

Dancing In The Sandpipers Ruins.

The walls have fallen and the grounds overgrown,
If you’d never been here you might never have known,

The stair that lead nowhere from the cracked ocean deck,
With the waves of the hurricane slowly it’s swept,

The light from her windows once lit up the Atlantic,
From all over they came for that weekend romantic,

To take long evening walks on a moon water beach,
While the laughter spills out and the music would reach,

Stirred in with the breeze creating crisp melodic sound,
In the flash of an instant discover paradise found,

For here moments were shared and each one becomes,
The memories of time in which we’re forever young,

A place to rekindle that once adolescent desire,
Here the poets retreated to compose and inspire,

Now these few crumbling walls are all that remain,
From a night of disaster that devoured in flame,

Now the patrons return their memories cupped in hand,
Hearing ballads of wave from the sea’s ethereal band,

I saw them closing their eyes once again hearing those tunes,
Traveling back to their youth…as they dance in the ruins


Poem Details | by Elaine George |
Categories: adventure, imagination, love, sad, uplifting, magic, me,

The Fallen Prince

I saw a fair young maiden, abandoned in her bed,
Tearful for the one she loved ,the one she chose to wed.

Who in a weakened moment tread, out to the mountain ledge,
Enticed by the knight in black, who brought him to the edge.

Come fly with me, the black knight said, " to a land of pure euphoria,
And let me show you wondrous things, that I can lay before you.

No more pain and no more strife, just endless days and endless nights
of wine and song and dance.

Come my prince ,come  fly with me ,why not take a chance,
Forget your wife, come live your life ,it's time for new romance.

A tiny pill, is all it takes, a sniff of fine white powder,
Will keep you high, so you can fly up to the magic tower".

So ,the prince he ate the tiny pills and sniffed the fine white powder,
And soon he was addicted, to the magic of their powers.

Away he flew ,up to the moon, beyond the Milky Way,
Where stars came out and winked at him and beckoned him to play.

Everyday he ate the pills and sniffed the fine white powder,
But everyday...he needed more as they slowly lost their power,

And now he couldn't fly as high and that was terrible thing,
for there were more a more feathers missing from his wings.

Then one day ,while he flying, reaching for his dreams,
He felt the power leaving him ,and he began to scream.

Down and down and down he fell, crashing to the ground;;
Lost dreams and broken promises, lying all around.

And like a wounded bird with broken wings, that cease to flutter,
The truth rained down upon his head ,as he floundered in the gutter

Oh what a crazy fool he'd been, blinded by the knight,
Could he ever win her back ,and make the wrongs all right?

He cried and cried, into the night, regrets were his companions,
Until he heard the sound of hooves ,rumbling through the canyon.

Through tear-filled eyes, he saw a herd, of royal beauty stallions,
And perched upon ,their royal backs ,were knights in white so gallant.

Carefully ,they scooped him up ,and carried him away,
Into the East ,they rode from hell, for three long nights and days.

When long at last, with horses spent ,they reached their destination,
They placed him in the hands of God ,for this was His creation.

Great warmth began to fill his heart ,and light shone from his eyes,
He felt the gentle hand of God, and he began to cry.

Such happinesshe had never knownit lifted him so high,
He spread his wings, up to the sky ,and he began to fly.

Up to the sky, on mended wings, with angels all around him,
He heard the voice of God ring out, and totally surround him.

"I've done my part ,my fallen prince ,but the rest is up to you,
Fly straight and true, and don't look back ,no matter what you do.

Lead not thee to temptation sonfor if you do, you'll die,
Fly straight and true, my fallen prince, or forever, cease to fly".

Will the prince ,journey home again ,to his fair and lovely maiden
Or, will temptation ,lead him back, to the evil Black Knight Satan?


Poem Details | by Diana Mohammed |
Categories: faith, hope, inspirational, love, peace, uplifting, voice, voice,

The Voice

He is the voice inside your heart
the one that makes you care
the voice that cries at injustices
when life becomes unfair

He is compassion deep within
that stirs and makes you feel
the hurt and pain and helplessness
of the suffering and grieved

He is your comfort in sadness felt
when you try to understand
the senseless emphasis on things
of insignificance to man

He is the love no one can cloak
the tears of joy you shed
the water that connects the souls
of both the living and the dead

He is the force that shielded you 
that kept you safe from falling
the guide that won't leave you alone
until you hear his voice that's calling

The voice that says he's engraved inside
your heart and soul and mind
and he'll bring to you remembrances 
if you but want to seek, you'll find

He is the voice you know exists
healing wounds of your life's story
The voice determined that you win
And be partaker of his glory

He is the peace who ends despair
the truth in you for cause to say
"My God! My God! I know you're here
for you shine to light the way

and blood once shed has cleansed my sins
My aged old mind has been set free
Father I do glorify thy name
for grace that reconciles through Christ in me"

And thus it is..the voice of hope
that enables you to stand
His reach is to the very core
His wisdom..the rebirth of the soul of man...


Poem Details | by Lynn Marie |
Categories: happiness, imagination, inspirational, introspection, love, passion, uplifting,

his and hers

his smile mesmerized her
her scent intoxicated him
his eyes hypnotized her
her touch magnetized him..

precious moments linger...

passionately
divinely
sensually

his strong hands caressed her
her flowing hair tickled him
his sweet kisses captivated her
her playfulness enticed him

purely
safely
freely

precious moments linger...

his tenderness showered her
her dewy glow bathed him
his legs entwined with hers
her legs entwined with his..

precious moments linger...

for eternally they are...

his and hers.


Poem Details | by Joseph Spence Sr |
Categories: devotion, faith, happiness, life, love, uplifting, visionary,

Open Doors

God will open doors
Normally shut by mankind
He will make a way


Poem Details | by Varise Duxbury |
Categories: happiness, love, passion, uplifting,

L'amour

Evening smiles at lovers 
Whispering sentiments
Above the sparking
Waters of Venice.

	I long for you..

Cathedrals recall
Clandestine kisses,
Moments spent lingering
Underneath its entwined castles.

	If you wait...

Amber leaves swirl
Leaving vivid afternoons
Alive with romance and 
Warm laughter

	..Someday, I will come 

Passionate sunsets 
Illuminate a thousand 
Smiles 
Treasured 
As the rarest jewels

	To tell you that...

Slow dancing in the
Rain,
Brings
A promise 
Of
Forever.

	--I love you.

		Cherie


Poem Details | by Lynn Marie |
Categories: happiness, hope, inspirational, introspection, life, love, nature, uplifting,

Innocence

A weeping willow gently sways amidst
A baby robin taking its very first breath.

They were young, in love
And knew no other
This was their moment, to be cherished forever.

Her body so beautiful, so delicate to touch
His masculinity soared over the sky above.

Entwined as ivy, united as one
They soaked in the passion of the blazing hot sun.

A girl's silhouette shyly covers her hand
As a starried eye boy becomes a man.


Poem Details | by Joseph Spence Sr |
Categories: devotion, faith, hope, inspirational, life, love, uplifting, visionary,

Say it now!!!

Give me my life back
Satan release your grip—now!
God’s love—can’t touch that!

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Now believe it
Continue to live by it
Let it manifest!







Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: dedication, father, longing, love, meaningful, memory, uplifting,

Just An Old Man

Just An Old Man

Just an old man I came to know
his mind still busy, feet were slow.
Tired feet lounged in old, worn shoes
he had lived, lived and paid his dues!

An old man, one I always loved
one who taught me to fight when shoved.
Showed me to be kind when one could
how to work hard and saw firewood!

An old man, long ago I knew
taught me to say, yes sir on cue.
Suffered to give more than he had
to raise good sons, not to be bad!

An old man, one God took away
taught me true love and how to pray.
Gave his kind heart and gave his all
to teach me to stand proud and tall!

An old man, that never forgot
to aid me, were I on the spot.
Old man that gave, not being asked
in that bright light, this soul once basked!

Just an old man, so brave and true
wore the old, to buy me the new.
An old man, one I so cherish
I pray to meet, when I perish!

An old man, one I hope to see
that good son, he raised me to be.
Just an old man, one that loved me
pray I, to one day be as he!

Robert JLindley, 9-24-2017
Rhyme( A Tribute To My Father)

NOTE: Greatest blessing in my life was to know, love and be loved by this brave and kind manHe passed away in his sleep on the morning of his 68th birthday.


I have labored on writing this tribute poem for about 9 weeks nowLeaving it, coming back,making changes.
Always trying to improve it, as nothing seemed good enough.
Then I finally saw the light, my father tho' extremely intelligent was still a simple manOne that believed good triumphs over evil, that people are only human and thus they should not be judged against a perfection yardstick.

For weeks I sought perfection to honor him, one I so dearly love.
Then he seemed to say to me this morn-- " son, when love is true it is already perfection, regardless of how its presented."
With that in mind, I finished this poem todayAnd hope you may enjoy it and think beautiful and loving thoughts/memories of your
father, be he now living or passed on as is mine..


Poem Details | by Rhona McFerran |
Categories: age, life, love, people, uplifting, woman,

Old Flames

They called her the Fire Woman
for wherever there was fire
she was there

In the Fall
when all
the brush needed clearing
in Spring
when everything
else needed to be burned
she showed up, smiling
beguiling flames
to her beck and call

Her tall, brown-skinned frame
'though lean and weathered
and stooped a bit
was still powerful and somewhat
imposing- not so much in
her physical presence
as in her demeanor
and the silent
sparkle
in her amber eyes
as if embers
from the flames
were in her spirit
and fire itself was in her soul

She was old
no one knew her exact age
or much about her
except that she loved
to play with fire
and it fell and rose
to her every whim

No one could lay claim
to controlling fire
but her...
and then him-

A strange romance
between the Fireman
and the Fire Woman began
a love that revolved and
flickered around
their common passion
for flames
one who started fires and
one who put them out
without a doubt
it was intense heat
that drew them together

But unlike young lovers
who easily get burned
they were slow and steady
patiently tending
their home fires
taking care to control
and manage the blaze to
gently keep it going, and not
let it get too cool or too hot, but
just right for a brisk, chilly night

Two old flames
burning toward the end of life
keeping each other
from the cold