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Poem Details | by Maurice Yvonne |
Categories: break up, celebration, devotion, earth, i love you, i miss you, me,

A Cathartic Weave Of Three

listen, the whispers of leaves turn colour autumn is here. now that you are gone who will wake every morn to lift the sun unveil the sky etch in the clouds who will paint the rainbow? i had a dream and in the dream i wove you a poem i used the fiber of my character to create spools of silken thread dipped in the juices of my passion i dyed them in the colors of my imagination re-enforced each and every single strand with the strength of my love touch, the echoes of the rain - waters - blossoms spring. now that 'us' is just a word no longer with you as one i alone wind up metal toys cut out paper dolls the beach swept from under my feet the child in me flees. spun spools from the intricacy of my spirit designed a pattern to the rhythm of the music of my inner thoughts enamoured in your vision crystal beads gather on my brow as i toil your finely bred gift as i braid every part of me with every memory into every sliver of fabric taste, uncut snow shapes crisp cold ices the wintertide. instead now rusted a fools gold chain of loneliness hangs around my neck like a noose mourns a union that once had breath a twosome that now is dead. see, the sand sculptures paint rekindle a childhood summer past. sew in the loving glow emits my flawless dreams with my boiling blood initial my woven piece my work at an end i awake you lay there a wingless angel asleep smiling as if you heard a bell ring your boundless warmth embraces me the moon no longer smiles the stars no longer wink smell, seasonal airs stimulates senses memories they deliver. without a touch barely - i kiss you. in this my decade of one hope is a wickless candle the night just day without light in the glee, hopes and dreams, in the human spirit, lives the miracle of life. magnificent voices in every pitch deep and resounding, the melody of echoes and whispers – uncut. Jan 4 2017 With Love Armand


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: absence, angst, love,

Twilight Aurora

like an interrupted dream shadows of the one who inspired it linger like morning dew no aroma and no taste yet I'm left breathless as thoughts reminisce i listen to this tired heart as one deep breath results in a thousand sighs and i don't want to be found but yearn to understand why i feel like a million crumpled stars, silently sprinkled like paint drops protecting the moon feeling like glue holding the universe together and who am I to disturb it? her beauty a merited gift her departure unnecessary her lips without speaking could rewrite history and I wonder can she hear these sighs? her call is the one I want to answer for eternity to speak until no words remain give until there is nothing defeat to her submission is life's greatest victory twilight aurora night flower of this heart like a rainbow your presence brightened the horizons but just like the stars you disappeared with daylight
Silent One Simple Musings 15 July 2017 I'm back! Contrary to idle gossip and rumours, my account was not banned nor deleted I left for personal reasons. They say never go back, but I felt the need to return to support my friends and new poets. I know there is some negativity on this site, but it has so much potential Anne Frank once said "In spite of everything, I still believe people are really good at heart." and I know some went to the extreme liberties of writing poem about me, but what I do not understand is the obsession with it after I left Hide behind metaphors, I hope it makes you happy and write as much as you like, because it does not bother me, in fact it makes me laugh and I already forgive you. We are supposed to be adults, if you have a problem, then discuss itThis is not high schoolIt is a poetry site, a community and one that together everyone can make a great place.


Poem Details | by Keith Bickerstaffe |
Categories: love,

Petal


Pink and perfect mystery 
to which I ply my finger, 
she ripens so exquisitely
the longer that I linger

and fluff the modest blossom
with my gentle loving hand,
teasing, ever pleasing
so that now I understand

how beautiful the flower
that yields without duress,
blooming now so fully
in the warmth of my caress.


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: change, longing, love,

Glory of her magnificence

Oceans apart buried under sandy shores, a rare pearl slept comfortably behind her walls. Fate must have been kind, for a common man like me, to stumble upon her shell. As I brushed away her debris, astonished - my eyes could not believe this beauty, revealed before me. Spellbound - I could not help but stare, stunned by the glory of her magnificence. As she took one step forward, unutterable sensations, took a hold of my emotions. Yet I remained motionless, overmastered by this majestic heavenly vision. And I could have sworn it was a dream, until the softness of her fingertips, graced the imperfections of my soul, and for the first time it felt perfect. All of a sudden it felt like we were floating, ascending towards a myriad of stars, with the moon guarding us silently. Stardust sprinkled with the sight of her smile - how fortunate was I, to celebrate this artistry. Her lips blossomed like flowers as they succulently caressed mine. Breathless, without saying a word her eyes acknowledged my vow for eternal devotion with ever lasting love
Simple Musings Silent One 19 September 2017


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: addiction, beauty, cute love, devotion, inspiration, poets, write,

PLAGIARIZING

"Mine all Mine!"

A thief I long to be
Your eyes original like the moon and sea

A lover in the world............
An Anthology, you walk and talk like the word "AMOR."

The words you send, I nicely tuck under my pillow
Every note every line you left behind 
I memorized till they became all mine
Word-for-word, 
Unauthorized I scrape the concrete calluses off the tongue
Pirating the perfect dramatic monolog look,
Basking through the passage around your Bio, 
Lost in the musky scent -around the sonnet of your aura light 
Epic enough, I reach inside to feel every idyllic rhyme
A strong iambic meter curse, conjuring up the perfect verse
In you I lift a copy paste from your lips, 
No need to credit the sources in your bliss
The sweetest undamaged sensual memorandum book
A moment I stole and sealed without copyright proof

My dearest Poet, 
When you move across the room
I see a thousand arrows that follow from behind, 
Indulged when you speak and point out a verse per verse
I am a victim pampered by your words,
Sponging every line, adding them to my crib notes 
Improved wordplay that infringed my everyday diary
A haiku so tangible, it sets the perfect images in my dream,
Hypnotize after I read your first love poem
A printed feeling--
Borrowed from the sun

pd


Poem Details | by Maurice Yvonne |
Categories: love, romance, romantic, planet,

If My Love For You Was Greater

if my love for you was any greater the trees would  line up in poetic forms ...awe you in sonnets written... ...part...to allow winds to cool your face...  to trace it with natures hand. all the oxygen that covers all the waters rise, supercharge the breath of my emotion. mountains would melt, shed their peaks like tears of joy. even the arid deserts serve up fruits,  their prickly pears peeled on a platter. sunset would pause and sunrise hurry... ...exist in a paradox to herald your presence. petals would climb their stems  regroup to bloom again. butterflies re-cocoon  emerge as glorious fairies  for all children to adore. the skies would willingly  shape, etch,  paint,   frame my exuberance. the planet would swell, the galaxies expand. in the endless depth  of my singular love  i hold you dear, safely contain you  in my admiring smile, for now, forevermore. 16~10~2014 Sponsor: Rhonda Johnson-Saunders Contest Name: Your Most Romantic Poem of 2014


Poem Details | by SKAT A |
Categories: anger, death, horror, humorous, love, slam,

To all the heart breakers -a ZOMBIE's valentine

Wouldn't you rather~

Wouldn't you rather be dead?
Maybe shoot yourself in the head?
Over my dead heart, I'd never want to be a zombie like you.
The sight of your limbs are rotten all the time.
All synonyms say of you looks like a 3 legged swine.
Go ahead and do us all a favor, 
hide and stash yourself away from all your neighbor
I think I'd rather have my eyes stuck with glue
So I won't have to look at you
When it comes to family friends, you ain't got none.
You're always gonna be called the lonely retarded one.
Who could ever love a face like yours.
not even your mother see's pass your gores 
No need for privacy when you pee
Go ahead and take a leak and drown yourself in the sea.
Don't think for one second you are irresistible 
Love making with a zombie is impossible.

Wouldn't you rather be dead?
maybe shoot yourself in the head

The time to kill yourself is at hand.
Slicing your wrist is what we recommend 
Cut your tongue off, don't want to hear you squeal  
Blood all over, your face is no big deal
A sword or machete will only pick up the pace
I wanna see your guts pop out your mid-waist 
Contaminated objects is a must
Anything to remove your face of disgust.
The easy part is the best
Once you are gone we will all feel blessed,
The flaw of your existence  
Is what keeps us all in distance 

Wouldn't you rather be dead?
maybe shoot yourself in the head

Close your eyes and die
No one wants to hear you cry
You said you wanted to be loved
believe me~ you're better off unloved
I say do yourself off
Anyways you've always had it rough...
Go ahead and scream
This is not a dream
Now see how you make me feel
All I want is for you to end your ugly ordeal.
I will praise this day of course
Knowing soon you'll be a rotting corpse.

happy valentine ~ TO: All My DEADBEAT X-es from Texas.


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: fantasy, love, muse, romance, star, stars,

In The Stars

       Written in The Stars 

-----------------------------------------
Two hearts bleached by the sun
        A poem's - fallen wish
               The Love 
            Of A Life Time
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Majestic beams fall from heavens meadow
Two hearts stitched by the constellation
Under the moon's glow 
   You and I
Gazing up into the Starry Sky

This night we sit under the dazzling diamond dust
Our eyes feel and meet tonight 
Stars twinkle a poem of each paired heart
Listen......While......The God's Whisper!

What Is Love? 
They asked
A wish so gently by the stars 
Greeting young couples heart 
Poor but, in love
Mockeries of an old shadow
Light embracing this Auspicious moment 

-Aster Flares-
Intrigued by sad lovers tale
Two souls forever rich- 
Sharing eternity through celestial bliss
Gravitating in the world owned by the stars
A most unfortunate turn of events, 
Romeo & Juliet
Collapsing stars rising with a hymn 
From the moment they fell
Only to reveal how beautiful-- 
-- the stars in the dark
Ever so wealthy, around Orion's Belt
Reading notes on every rhyme, every heartbeat


Stars fall every eve entering the atmosphere
Seeping through the soul, making love a part of light
Permanent illusion
Fireflies Flaring up 
A passion that last longer than a moment

Each  zodiac unfolds
The stars tell you, who you are 
Gaze upon the eternity
Follow the Northern star
Beneath your peaceful splendor 
They will bow
Sunset and the evening star, 
"My Star Of Love" 
Like glitter dust upon a timeless shore
Never will the memory of love be gone
Look up at the stars tonight,
For somewhere out there 
I read about YOU in a poem.

By; PD


Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: beauty, culture, desire, dream, hindi, longing, love,

Dreams of India

Dreams of India

Her music haunts me
in such a knowing way
it makes me weep
and causes my heart to ache.

I become homesick for her
scents, her sounds, her food,
her enchanting dance
which spawns dreams
of her romance.

I know in my heart
I have lived there,
I know, I have loved there.

Her poetry transcends
my spirit to encompass
a wholeness that is
so familiar to me.

I dream of the Ganges ,
and her gentle cleansing flow,
of reflections on its surface
when the moon is hanging low.

Of crickets singing nightly
to serenade me to sleep.
I dream of colors of the saris,
the beauty that they keep...

Of garlands placed with care,
a gajra in a maiden's hair
and the hues of floral leis.

I hold a reverence for Hindu 
gods and goddesses.
I aspire to learn the sacredness
of varmala in the seeds of
past lifetimes I have shared.

A passion grows for those
whose love glows through their 
auras to welcome strangers.

I'd love to share a cup of chai
to chat with friends in open air.
I long to return home, though
I have never been there.

1-2-19
© Connie Marcum Wong 
~Poem of the Day January 4, 2019~

Free Verse Style Only Poetry Contest~N/A~
Sponsor Emile Pinet

a gajra: flowers which females use as a decoration 
for their hair.

Varmala: is a tradition from ancient times where a beautiful garland of flowers symbolizes a proposal of marriageIn the tradition of SwayamvarA female would choose her life partner from a group of suitors by placing a flower garland around the neck of her chosen manOnce the girl had made her choice, a marriage ceremony would be held right away.


Poem Details | by Maurice Yvonne |
Categories: lost love, love, love hurts,

For One Pass Of Your Breath


you write your words and they make me cry you write those word and you know i die but i've died so often now i held you in my arms while you smelled my hair i saw that pretty little smile you saved for me we always ran  too wild to walk it takes two to tango only one to pirouette when you did your round about turned over every single  leaf left me out alone in the dead of spring or  was it winter,  it must of been 'cause i know i almost froze you kissed me back when we first met we kissed a lot way back then how you loved my lips the touch of my skin your thick black mane  how you'd whip it back exposing yourself all bare we never turned off the lights or ever said hush do you still own those dice the ones in gold with embedded gems in black you use to love to roll them  rolled those snake eyes that bit i'd swallow the poison like lemonade stripped naked, handcuffed and whipped your ceramic nails tearing at me my flesh on them  the blood on my back i didn't know   wore my white shirt 'till someone screamed from behind it was red i dripped on the floor like a lit candle melted like a witch drenched in Dorothy's water you clicked your ruby heels and you were gone i wasn't in Kansas anymore walked around with a briefcase  in my Armani suit i never shed a tear bedded woman half my age they lined up in droves  to be with this broken man i would yell like a cowboy riding a bucking bronco and i never fell i was the man  everybody told me so i would smile shyly   thank them their praise but i knew who i was make no mistake every rodeo has its clowns  I wasn't the matador even though I spoke fluent bull the only knifes i carried were in my back do you remember my white shirt the whole time i justified me to me by not thinking by not talking by not listening by not wishing  or even dreaming we both knew there was a gun in my briefcase we both knew I would never use it didn't own any bullets still i pulled the trigger some joy in that  pointed to my head click, nothing  and when I saw you yesterday and I held my breath for longer then I ever had i thought the room would never stop spinning i remember we spoke how i saw it in yours eyes as plain as day regret you knew of my success how fine i looked in my silk woven garb you said drinks? but i looked at my watch asked for a raincheck you'd have none of it and i think your teeth fell out when i walked          anyways I didn't understand your look you knew i had a backbone you know i never flinch that's the story of life take it when you got it with some guys there are no be backs my legs were like led as i walked away and i could hear your tears but i don't care much for phonies you threw it all away when you decided  to look the other way it broke me inside i'd never be the same i never turned to look  yesterday slept the same as always four hours tops nothings changed i'd give my right arm for one pass of your breath  against my lips but my soul? never!...i'll live with the pain. and other man stare and other man wish quietly yearning to be me you know i want to laugh success is like a flashy book cover the cover is what sells the book nobody bothers to read it but they know the jacket by heart set up a turnstile in my house watch the ladies come and go never let them get close never invite the nice ones the good ones the real ones never want to hurt anyone never want them to hurt like me to hurt like me hurt like me like me me? i'd give my right arm for one pass of your breath  against my lips... Maurice Yvonne 27~10~2014 Dadirector's Free Style Uncut
Contest: Whatever Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A


Poem Details | by Maria Williams |
Categories: color, friendship love,

True Colors


Eyes are the windows of a soul and they say ‘Love is blind’
But how do you describe colour to a sightless person?

Such depths to your violet eyes
The windows of your Soul
A flickering source of emotions
Speaking volumes ~ though sightless 

Not limited by vision Not obscured by darkness Your dazzling beauty of true colour Conceals your inner world Of complex greys Your smiles create rainbows That stay All through my day
In a world of colour For some eyes Sadness and mistrust linger Your eyes mirror only Beauty and Hope ~ Love and Joy
You ask for a detailed description of the colour of your eyes How can I? Futile will be my try No Master’s artistic brush can decipher That deeper shade of violet
Changing like the sun’s ceremonial display Retaining an aura of mystery Seeking only truth In your abstract blur of colour
Though ~ let me try Here place your hand on my heart How can one see colour If it can’t be felt
Look through my eyes Feel that majestic sky With its beautiful variations of blue Serenading the aqua sea below Through sparkles of iridescent silver bursts A tinge of pearly pink lazily drifts past
I hastily dip my brush just a touch Do you see? Swirling pink with the blue Another dip into the aqua of the sea Hints from the bushes of lilacs below A smidge of the red poppy Blended till it’s the right shade of a violet hue
Can you feel my colour? Behind your veil of black velvet? My humble artistic attempt Going beyond my range of limitations
Your eyes glow in approval In that spinning vortex of violet complexity ~ We dance in your world of darkness As you whisper to me ~ that your eyes have always seen the stars. We both look~~~~~incredulously ~~~~~at the same spot A starburst ******************of light A ~~~~~~~~~~~~~shooting~~~~~~~~~~~star My wish ~~~~~~~~~~for you~~~~~~~~~~my love To be ~~~~~~~~~~~~forever and~~~~~~~~always as Brilliant as~~~~~~~~~~*********~~~~~~~~~~~you are ** ** *** *** ***** **** ****** ****** ******** ********
True Colors movie clip – with vocals Anna Kendrick and Justin Timberlake


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: boyfriend, fun, happiness, i love you, me, smile, sweet,

Ice Cream

''Like Ice Cream''

Having ice cream with you, 
Brightens the entire portrait in my youth.
Like catnip for a cat 
-- the     Reese's    fun never stops!
Like monkeys in a zoo, above a tasty sherbet treetop.

Ice Cream with you!
How sweet,  the imagery of 31 different treats 
Cold butter and  salty Placid water, with the works 
Amaretto peaches, and slushy sauce  --- twerk
Dandelion haven- above a marshmallow rocky road
Fireflies flicker around the fresh Lemon Drop Sky
A delightful sundae breeze on the crest of my tongue 
 Soft frozen chocolate dessert, nothing can go amiss 
 
Ice Cream with You!
So many to choose from, 
Savor the delicious flavor 
---of Butterscotch homemade rum

There's no other place I'd rather be
Lost Inside this forever hazel mint joy scenery 
The ultimate indulgence in one icy bite
A cream coconut cherry delight 
-served on the side with apple pie
In a cup, on a cone, my vanilla waffle boy 
Everything-- about-- you-- roams free 
like tubs of ice cream dreams

Listen to the sound of soft sprinkles cinnamon
The happy feeling that melts when you're around
I'm packing a giant scoop of Ice Cream from your heart

Adoring and Embracing Life
Every time you say the words
...I love you...

:)


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: love, romance,

Unwritten ink

There you were - dancing,
unaware of the intense rain.
Despite grey clouds grimacing,
your radiant glamour enticed emotions.

Emeralds and sapphires shimmered
through those luminous eyes.
First glimpse of your warm smile,
saw suppressed symphonies resonate 
with each beat of my heart 

Not all poetry is for everyone's eyes,
so we read each other in silence.
Unwritten ink dyed our skin,
as the pen lost control,
carving our names within
timeless beloved ballads.
Two souls scribbling secret sonnets, 
easing restless chambers of our minds.

Naturally beautiful like nature,
our evergreen love blossomed.
As we wandered within utopia's oasis,
our feet kissed sun blessed paths,
leading to passionate pastures.

There is no transcript,
to our epic love story,
it will forever remain an
unpublished manuscript.

Simple Musing
Silent One
11 September 2018


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: romance, romantic love, spiritual,

If this was my last poem

Come to me my beloved,
save me from life's brutalities,
so this heart can soften -
sparkle like a million fireflies.

For you hold the light
to illuminate my soul.
For you are the ceremony
and I the dance.
As you come near,
I'll spin like a mad man,
dancing in the rain.

If to touch you is a sin,
then I am a sinner,
yearning to sin till my last breath.

If to hold you, means to lose everything,
then I will live as a penniless man,
rich within the luxuries of your affection.

If to love you is a crime,
then I am a criminal,
lock me away and dispose of the key,
chain me within the chambers of your heart.

If this is my last poem,
then let these words become spirits,
sleeping within the sacred sanctuary 
of your supernal soul.

Silent One
Simple Musing
5 January 2019




Poem Details | by Vijay Pandit |
Categories: goodbye, imagery, love, nature,

The last goodbye

Inviting vibrancy as the season changed
Smiley faces bloomed, reopening dreams
Seeing you there marked a blessed event
Akin to magical when first time eyes met.

Breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves
Flirting with patterns of shadowy sketches,
There you unfolded what love could mean
Planting bold dreams in affectionate kisses 
Floating on air in the lilting summer winds

Blazing colors inspired falling ocher scenery
Dazzling in hues of resplendent paintings
As we wrote music in autumn's reverie: 
A seductive beginning of romantic ending
Composed in themes of passionate lyrics.

Mountain tops donned snow-white crowns
Satiating fantasies in pristine landscapes,
Culminating desires into sensual escapes
As the last goodbye lent your heart to me
Ending your visit and our idyllic love story.

Your beat I hear still, but it lost its melody.

November 29, 2018
Poem of the day on December 1, 2018
Placed first in The Last poetry contest by Silent One
Placed first in Mid February 2019 contest by Brian Strand


Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: death, loss, love,

Behold Death

Behold Death

Behold Death in your loving arms.
Embrace it as you would the loved
one who passed…entering another 
realm, as they are still hovering near
and can hear, see and feel
your grieving emotions.

You may not be able to visualize
them, but may sense their presence.
Feel the comfort they are trying 
to offer by crossing the boundaries of
linear time from one realm to the next
in the beauty that residing divinely on 
the other side affords us.

We are able to sense their essence of
spirit that will remain with us always
until we too join them in their existence 
that has no limitations and is bound only 
by collective souls living in harmony.
Behold Death in your loving arms.

10-13-18

~Poem of the Day October 15, 2018~
Thank you Poetry Soup Team and Members


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: death, emotions, grief, heartbroken, lost love, spiritual, surreal,

The Red Leaf



the raspy whisper finally gets my full attention wistfully I smile ..for its persistence reminds me of you.. the crisp red leaf scuttles scrapingly across the gray pavement to and fro like a dancing crab moving with the emotions of the winds chasing me as it seemed like I had chased my dreams blowing in directions left up to chance ..until I met you.. ..is it now as it was then Destiny for in this instant my sense of direction seems predestined.. a smoky scent does spice the chilled blue air reminding me of our cozy nights curled with the fire ..entranced as we were with our warmth and our flame.. could it be love signals from the hearth calling me home - ..my soul feels akin to the red leaf - the wafting smoke - and I’m ready to follow.. is it the cold atmosphere playing tricks on my eyes - or ..is that really YOU standing there.. Oh, how my broken being has suffered in my pining desire to be with you I run to you! years of yearning prayers answered fingertips straining to stretch further reaching out to touch you the whole of my being aching to hold you and enfold you ah, I feel your heat so very close to me but alas! I fall to my knees my arms empty but for the loss I carry your warm breath on the nape of my neck as I close my eyes but only my hot want - brewed with a cool wisp of a breeze ..Oh God! Please! just let it be let me go.. my being is less than a dying ember I am but ashes in my grief withered in my autumn season without you still... as I see your fading glow is just the sun slanted low blurring wicked whimsy with my wild sorrow in the burning of these bitter tears Susan Ashley December 2, 2018 ~ Poem Of The Day ~ ` December 4, 2018


Poem Details | by David Meade |
Categories: adventure, chocolate, love, peace, time,

Magic Beans





Our first awareness
      falling through time
      through blood-rain, pure white snow, green vegetation 
      down into deep earth
      warm sunshine
      cool wind
      soaking rain

Energy flowing-up through our pod
      each day we grew bigger
      snug together with brothers and sisters
      bursting our little cozy shell
      then one day
      a father and daughter
      plucked us from the vine
      stripped – we lay bare upon a tray
      disorientated and tender but alive  
      a life force deep inside us
      our skin soft but hardening 
      then sleep waiting for the one

Daddy!!  Come see the beans
They changed colors
I see brown ones with white specks
      Yellow with black dots
      Orange with blue stripes 
But wait   there are three larger beans that seem to glow and vibrate
      one is blood-red
      another  brilliant white
      the last  forest green
What does this mean daddy?
Is it evil?

No my sweet darling
These are special beans
Descended from an ancient garden long ago 
      no longer of this world
It was a place of love and light
No death but a deep communion between mother earth and us
The three beans are:  Peace, Purity, Prosperity 

These beans will feed a starving world 
      Bring healing to the hurting
      Laughter to the downtrodden   
      Hope to the desolate 
      Love to the unloved   
      Life to the dead
These beans hold deep magic

How do they work Daddy?
      a worthy woman is chosen
      who is humble of heart
      strong in spirit
      wise in love 

Who is this lady?
      the magic beans choose
      they only appear to the one female
      you, my darling  you are the one

Me?  I am only a girl
I have none of these things 
      the beans see deep within a soul
      they never lie
      they have chosen you 
      together you will change the world!

Daddy, I am scared
I am shaking 
I am not worthy
      breathe deeply, close your eyes 
      put the beans in your mouth

Daddy, I taste sweetness
Molasses, ginger, caramel now chocolate 
I see visions upon the wind
Blood, wars, rage, yelling unbearable things
      yes, darling the evil is strong here
      let the blood from the red bean flow
      let it mingle with your love
      it will defeat this evil and bring
      healing and forgiveness peace

The white bean is singing with my voice – Daddy!
Sweet is her song
I see merriment, laugher, dancing 
People hugging and holding hands
My tears are falling
Filling rivers with waters of light, love and purity
Joy reverberates from mountains peaks

From my open lips runs rich green sap
Deep does the earth drink
Big drafts of life and love
I see fields flowing with
Cream, honey, and wine
Trees waving to the sun
The earth is rejoicing

I see beans being planted 
In a garden
A man and a little girl
      yes, my Little One, soar now
      fill the world with your love
      fill the wind with your song
      love generously 

Such is the magic of these colored beans







David Meade
1/26/2015

Love Generously


Poem Details | by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: love, romantic,

- I Tried To Say -







                                   On a cloud I wrote - I love you
                                       But the cloud blew away
                                    On a tree I wrote - I love you
                                  But someone cut down the tree
                          In the sand on the beach I wrote - I love you
                                 But the waves wiped them away
                                 In the wind, I cried - I love you
                      But the wind was too strong and no one could hear
                               In a small letter I wrote - I love you
                             But I never posted it - it was never sent
                                      But you know - I love you
                                    and my heart belongs to you




19.02.2013
A-L Andresen :)


Poem Details | by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: love,

The Wind

I am the wind You cannot see me but you can feel me Breezing gently through your hair Brushing slightly across your cheek Whispering softly 'neath your ear I am the wind whirling,howling,roaring blowing fiercely against the desert sand which sifts silently in the hourglass of your soul I will not fail you,nor leave your side till you smell fresh rain again and soak under cascading waterfalls I am the wind extinguishing wild fire which scars the lifeline of your palm I am the wind blowing whimsically in the honey fragrance of each meadow where you lay beneath a half sun I breathe my warmth where your cold fingers gather forget-me-not petals that fall ever so slow with every drip drop of my fluetish tapping sound I am the wind,I will carry you to places ,far I'd tickle your lips with fluttering feathers of early doves which soar above your mirthful past I'd strip your thought bare till I touch that heart I am the wind wafting by your pillowcase I play within your dreams with each seductive move Capturing the hour of a star I linger in the depths of all that once was dark I pour rose- scented zephyr into your night and We would never part,No! We'll never part I am the wind


Poem Details | by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: age, love, romantic,

These Eyes Have Often Been Solaced

These eyes have often been solaced by twilight's cotton candy pllows moving silently towards a sky's velveteen blanket and angels'silver gowns By gazing over hills to where old country church bells and crickets play harmonious sounds These eyes have often been solaced by honey coloured shadows pouring moonlight zest across the rose plum of my cheek By little antique lamplights which illuminate my soul 's dark cobbled street By winds carrying sea-salts to a fragrant golden sand By tides washing out corals to a distant land These eyes have often been solaced by your return to this vacant room inside my heart By the hush hushed whisper of your voice By the embrace of your arms By the way you love me By the way you need me By the way you want me Like an autumn bonfire before next sunrise'dew fall By the way you lean on me


Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: dream, imagination, love,

I Write

Tiptoeing towards the edge of the towering cliff I flap my wounded wings and fly over tall two hundred year old oak trees up to the top of the highest of mountains scanning a never ending sovereign sky I glide effortlessly in the strong southern trade winds watching the fawn and her doe in the wilderness My heart starts to beat, and I write I write of the fragrant fancy free daisies growing unrestrained of the sun smiling down reflecting in the fast flowing babbling brook of the doe munching on the savory green and yellow grasses oblivious to her surroundings , the fawn firmly within her sight I hear the songs coming from the red breasted baby Robin calling to her mother wondering when she'll return with dinner my heart beats lovingly and I write I soar higher and higher heading for the heavens past the mammoth yellowish orange coloured moon through the mysteries of the milky way all along thinking of the mysteries lying inside you I open my eyes, imagine I'm with you and I write
06/01/2015


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: appreciation, art, inspirational, introspection, love, motivation, music,

Try

Try to live
Try to feel pain with no tears
Try to remember years past and often lost
Try, oh try to know life need not be cold as frost

Ear not the words of those proclaiming silence
Listen to the rhythmic melody; give voice to a new start
The world will follow when you sing from your heart
Believing in things that some may only try

Try, to see, the truth is musical to you and all of thee
Telling histories with music, as soothing as can be
When you sing, and when you inspire our romance
Ones on crutches, they too shall rise and dance

Try, I beg
To see as eye
Even the ear is lost in the sky
Purest of hearts, they never die

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Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: death, grief, lost love,

It is Quiet Tonight

It is quiet tonight.
The only sound is coming from
the soft murmur of the television set.
I don't know why I don't just put it on mute.
I don't want to hear what they have to say,
but I guess it is better than the sound
           of silence which is deafening
It hurts my ears, it hurts my heart.

Yesterday I was happy, but that was before,
before I stepped into the dark abyss.
I think I may have been pulled in 
           by the apathy of death
Death has such long arms.
I won't ask why, I know everyone must die.
But you left on a happy day, a day we were
making plans, and I had hope, 
       hope that we still had time,
                    time to share those plans.
You made me laugh until I cried that day,
        and then death swooped in 
                      and took it all away.
It is so quiet tonight.

© Connie Marcum Wong
8-27-16

August 10, 2016 Poem of the Day


Poem Details | by Frederic Parker |
Categories: love,

Our Love is Eternal

Our soul's luminous light filters the depth of darkness
shining like a woven thread into the stillness of time
It was there where we met, in a universe long forgotten
where we merged wrapped in the twilight of breaking dawn

We've known love in worlds that have passed
before we cried out for a new birth
where our spirits rolled like thunder
needing to be heard

You are the emptiness I feel
until we meet again...in every journey
when we cross the arc of time once again
              
                Somewhere
        when our lips finally meet
        and the rush of this new world stops
        It's there trapped in the fragrance
        Love will be forever warm

To drift in a dream, where our hearts flutter
and love's face glows, in all its colors

To float away with life's night
where our souls capture love's fire
holding its flame gently

To feel the velvet petals of passion's flower
where the fragrance wafts from blooms
caressing our yearnings with the sweet scent
of intoxication

As our hearts merge in glorious freedom
leaving this world without a care
slowing the flight of hummingbirds
when we whisper a symphony of desire
heard by welcome ears
until the beautiful dawn splays ever soft
across sensual eyes of love
leaving us standing over the graves of our hearts
as we await another life, in another place and time
for our love is eternal and we will meet again


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Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: analogy, love, romance,

Immortal poetic lyrics

Pondering prophetic legacies of timeless lovers, my heart yearned for a province lavished with perennial passion. Searching for an enchanted perfect petal, I wandered within the flower garden of infatuation. Marigolds shone, smiling among mellow yellow roses, but their fair friendly fragrance could not quench my thirst. In the distance, a silhouette of the rarest red rose beamed, her dulcet aromatic ambience summoned my soul closer. Upon the first sight of my beloved's subtle innocent eyes, my mind drifted to a place where time did not exist. Without a word, her radiance illuminated my whole existence, like a butterfly admiring pulchritudinous petals - it was pure paradise. Hand in hand we strolled embarking upon the realms of infinite love, composing our own idyllic legacy of immortal poetic lyrics. Simple Musings Silent One 3 July 2018


Poem Details | by Maria Williams |
Categories: fate, first love, hope, love,

Tears on her pillow - continued from A girl named Sue


Tears for a Mother Fears for a Father gone Fate deals an unfair hand The door to youthful joy closing on adolescent shoulders imposing grown up responsibilities instead
Eyes sadly deprived See not the panorama of pursuing cloud shapes that conceal a frivolous Sun playing hide and seek behind Nor do they see the mischievous stars scurrying in and out of the path of the Moon’s orbital course causing her impatience and wrath
No skipping joyously through fields of heather startling unsuspecting butterflies No fantasy fairy fables of where one seeks an elusive four leaf clover* No Christmas present peeks under a non-existent twinkling tree No answers to eternal questions of love are sought over plucking daisy petals I love you ~ I love you not
Pushed aside let them be For the young at heart for those who see her armour doesn’t slip She has distanced herself from emotional injury Why then under a blanket of darkness do streams of tears copiously flow re-dampening a pillow already soaked from the night before? Reflections of regret as she had watched him walk away The shame of being tagged Placed in a stereotypical box Typecast with irrevocable disparaging words of ‘slag’ ‘skank' ’ whore’ Accusations cast loosely no longer ‘water off a duck’s back’ brutally now strike a hurtful blow
Did she imagine the compassion in his eyes?
No emphatic eyes have yet seen what surely is a disadvantaged life? Providing some comfort to ease the pain for a sick mother who lies dying are fraught with risks and strife
She questions yet again Could the ‘wheels of fate’ be just altered? Truth for Truth the Golden Rule Trading kisses for cigarettes is unquestionably uncool
Could Negative energy be interrupting Life’s Grand Scheme? Where hides that elusive four leaf clover? Or does it manifest to only those who dream? And there he stands nervously at the school gates A bunch of wild daisies in his hand Oblivious to the snide smirks of the others curious to see who he awaits Apprehension and remorse in his eyes Magically erased and replaced with euphoric joy When he perceives her radiant smiles Smiles that bring the curious sun out pushing through darkened clouds Illuminating the end of the tunnel bright So she can see that rare delight As her Hope intervened to send Faith And his Love conceded to intercede Fate to make amends The fairies shower luck and blessings To the four leaf clover friends
*Four leaf clover ~ the first reference to luck might be from an 11-year-old girl, who wrote in an 1877 letter to StNicholas Magazine - “Did the fairies ever whisper in your ear, that a four-leaf clover brought good luck to the finder”.


Poem Details | by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: love, peace,

WORLD DAY AGAINST RACISM





You asked me the other day, my friend, who 
I am  
I replied:
I am you in another body!
Yes, it is true,  
Look how much the same we are,
No matter what, 
The color
The creed
The race
The status

Look, 
I am born and die
Suffer and enjoy
Love and hate, just
Like you!

I am a father, a brother, a son, 
A mother, a sister, a daughter, just   
Like you,

Happiness I seek, family to raise I wish, 
Peace to find I look for, just   
Like you

I yearn 
I abhor 

I fear
I hope

I bleed 
I heal, just
Like you,

I believe
I doubt 

I accept
I refuse

I laugh 
I cry, just
Like you

We are alike
We are the same
We are brothers, children of 
A unique father 

Tell me, 
My brother, my friend, my ally,  
Why have we:
To oppose
To fight
To hurt
To destroy and
To eliminate 
One another?  

Are really 
Our seas that narrow?
Our oceans that small ?
Our lands so limited to
Contain all of us?

Or
 
Is it the case that 
Our hearts are not big enough 
And
Our minds not so wide-open to 
Enfold all mankind?     

Listen to me, my other self,
It is up to us to change this world, we
Have inherited, with its:
Virtues and vices
History and culture 
Flaws and merits 
And
Try to make it 
Better
Nobler 
Kinder and a more
Caring world

By:
Obliterating harmful beliefs 
Demolishing injurious divisions
Destroying detrimental distrust 
Annihilating racism and
Eradicating the erroneous feeling of
Poisonous superiority 
For to
Bring the dawn of a new loving world, 
A world,
Of acceptance 
Of respect 
Of justice 
Of equality
Of love
And 
Of universal brotherhood

So as 

With peace in our hearts, liberated we 
Would be from
Past’s deleterious tribulations
That 
For myriads of years, have kept us, fighting
One another!


© Demetrios Trifiatis
     21 MARCH 2015


NOTE! Today because of the “ World Day Against Racism” my moral duty, couldn’t 
let me stay away!
 
This poem of mine is an old poem of 2013 that has been edited and improved today thus it is posted now as a new poem! 

* I did this for all my friends who wish me to come backI will come back when I am ready! Thank you for your love!


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: beauty, color, deep, devotion, happiness, i love you, inspiration, world,

Eyes of Kaleidoscope

Kaleidoscope eyes

A universe of change
Round and round I go 
Unfolding-
My spirit of envy and gold,
The nascence of a new stone
Hazel room, vibrant lilac sky, 
Deep orange haze in a tender place 
Arms of sapphire and cornflower blue
Fuchsia beauty drip 
All colors drifted-
The first day we met
Visions of dark slate-gray
Fade away
Firing up the new age gem
Turning and creating different stars
Magic mint skies
White antique petals follow the current of air
Opal dreams, clouds embedded with impurity
My heartbeat produces flashing colors 
The palest amethyst bluebonnet forever fields
Flawless tear drop streams
Diamond shaped love
Ruby red promises to keep 
Flowing into the deep
Every color spins new
The day I fell in love with you
Peridot lime green tint 
A love as old and gray
Olive brownish sun
Honeydew skin
Our future, deeper than aquamarine 
Every day you turn fresh new seasons in me
Changing the sequence in my colors and effect

Kaleidoscope Eyes
Reflect by the mirrors of you
Crystallizing everything

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Poem Details | by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: dream, faith, hope, love,

- My Dreams -

                                


                               Close your eyes and forget the rain
                                   Dream about the sun and heat
                                          a sunny summer day
                                       Dream of waves who sigh
                                          so quiet on the beach
                              Swimming naked with the one you love


                                       The dream of happiness
                                       is more than the dream
                           A dream about strawberries with cream on
                                Do not forget the roses and violets
                                          that smells so good
                            Running barefoot in the freshly cut grass


                            Close your eyes and dream your dreams
                                 Daydreaming as sweet and good
                      they are secret, I will not share them with anyone
                                  Imagine if life was a dream....
                                         A wonderful dream
                                 and the world was full of love
                      and intimacy between all the people on earth
                                     My dreams are made of 
                                       hope, faith and love






31.July 2012
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