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Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: beautiful, care, death, grandchild, granddaughter, grandfather, grandmother, growing up, i love you, peace, sad, voice,

GRANDPA

*GRANDMA WAITS IN THE GARDEN*

Hi, grandpa, it's me again!
Your dentures sit in an open glass above the nightstand
Remember the tears grandma sang before she passed?
The way she looked into your eyes, 
Moments before she said her goodbyes
Grandpa, I found a note from grandma, 
She waits for you.

Hi grandpa, it’s me again!
The rocking chair is old and dusty
Remember the way grandma sat me on her lap?
Read many stories before I took a nap
How she enjoyed stroking my hair with her hands
I miss the way she rocked me to sleep every night 

Hello, grandpa!
I stored your hearing aid away
Remember that special musical box in grandma's drawer? 
I opened it last night, to watch the ballerina soar
I wish you could hear the tiny chimes grandma loved
I hope you don’t mind, I’m keeping grandma's favorite scarf

Hello, Grandpa!
I'm caressing grandma’s picture frame
Remember the way she looked in the yellow pretty sundress?
Grandpa, I miss the things grandmother did for you
Like the walking cane, she handcrafted before she left

Hello, grandpa, it's me again! 
Here I sit holding your hand
I have no more tears
Soon you will see her again
She will no longer be alone
Say hi to her, give her a kiss
Tell her I miss her so much
Bye, grandpa

~*~


Poem Details | by Dan Kearley |
Categories: lost love, love, moon, silver, summer, voice,

Twas A Full Moon Shining - Collab

Twas a full moon shining on a cool summer night And hound dogs were howling at its silver shadowed light. I heard but a whisper on the cool evening breeze, Twas the voice of a woman I used to chase and tease. Our love was forever, at least I used to think it so. Then came the day she left me; I wondered, where’d she go? If true love lasts forever, was this love not for me? I heard an answer on the wind - Son, your true love is she. A true love will always linger in the shadows of your heart Even when the one you love has chosen to depart. True love is the love you gave, no matter what the cost It will return to you again, for it is never lost. Like a full moon shining on a cool summer night With placid waters glistening in its silver shadowed light Love comes like a whisper on a cool evening breeze A gentle touch, a soft caress, a rustle in the trees. There is no bitterness in the past, if your love was true The sweetness in the memory is true love’s gift to you A rising sun or new full moon is not a memory And so will love come once again, if you let it be. Twas a full moon shining on a cool summer night And hound dogs were howling at its silver shadowed light I heard but a whisper on the cool evening breeze, Twas the voice of love’s song...answering my pleas.
11-17-12 *An excellent collab,with John Wulf & Dan Kearley*


Poem Details | by Diana Mohammed |
Categories: faith, hope, inspirational, love, 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 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 Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, beautiful, desire, devotion, happiness, love, passion,

With Joy, Your Singing Voice Echoes Our Love

With Joy, Your Singing Voice Echoes Our Love

Hold true this obsession of mine
that my world forever be free
with great joy and brightest sunshine
upon green meadows and Oak tree;
that my right hand be clasped with thine
nights spent in sensual display,
taste of luscious grapes on the vine
sent by your soft kisses each day.

Hold true this obsession of mine
winning your heart my faithful goal
pray our years all joyous and fine
fulfilling love-dreams in the whole;
with dance, calmest of interludes,
beauty complimenting thy grace,
we fly to lofty altitudes
our deep love, nothing can erase.

Hold true this obsession of mine
that treasures I lay at your feet
I forever let your light shine
each dawn waking to your smile greet;
with rapture born of life well spent
your singing voice echoes our love
your beauty there on satin sheets
and our happiness born thereof.

Robert JLindley
Rhyme, ( When Truest Love Holds Sway)



Poem Details | by Vijay Pandit |
Categories: lost love, love, memory, voice,

Whose memories are these

Whose voices, whose memories are these
That warble in trees, exalting my breeze
Applauding the daybreak's cerulean grin
Where amber ocher designs are floating in

Is that your echo from the cobalt blue sky
Wondering aloud about dawn's tepid sigh
As the morning evoked destiny's knowhow
And birdsongs lauded the blessings of now

When rays of romance in day's golden start
Painted my vistas, charming your heart
A smile you adorned on the saddles of arc
Reminiscent of the past, igniting my spark

I recognize the appeal your passions reveal
In intimate presence that meadows feel--
From way back when in allure of moon light
Sensuous lips we kissed of an indelible night

Though it was love, it was never expressed
And those feelings afire never got blessed 
So they arise to voice what could have been
Augmenting the dialogue of battles within

April 21, 2019
What was left unsaid contest by Line Gauthier


Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, cry, dedication, depression, desire, devotion, farewell, fear, heartbroken, horror, how i feel, howl, judgement, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, night, pain, sin, sorrow, suicide, sympathy, voice, wisdom, write, writing,

Hounds from Hell

Hounds from Hell take their toll on your soul
as you walk the mainstreet of mainstream
and watch Saturn and Neptune dance to a simple tone
of silence in the outer space.
As you sit in the middle of the world
alone;
free yourself from the sense of hopelessness,
only see yourself in the mirror of deception
as your reflection laughs at you and looks right through you,
and doesn't have remorse for what it says or does to you.

Hounds from Hell take your soul,
chock you, cut of your air,
the smog and fog blind you in the city of ash.
Hear the hounds from hell howl for your soul,
go now, barracade your soul behind sins and temptation,
Alone, listening to your soul die away,
watch love go away from you, with suitcase in hand,
picture frames broken and collect dust through the sands of time.
Till the cleaning lady comes on Monday, to clean the mess
that you left behind.
You are gone, without a trace of ever returning.
Looks of the Hounds of Hell came for you and stole you from
comfort and warmth,
till the sorrowed heart cracks and pain spills out
and you look at it all spill out over the floor.
The Hounds from Hell have paid a consumable harmage to you,
and your rich soul of sorrowness burns away..slowly.

Fear darkens souls,
innocent souls burn with a new day,
a slumber that has no end
with nightmares haunting every light of hope
there is left in this desolate Wasteland.
Fear and darkness tears a hole in the darkened universe
and we all go to hell to see the Hounds,
who come for us all.
The graveyards fill,
and death guards the tombstones of the dead,
and the flowers burn away on the feet of the dead.

-10/14/2013-


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

Two

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


Poem Details | by Ray Dillard |
Categories: inspirational, love, music, passionsound, voice, sound, voice,

Play It

Play It

You were afraid in the beginning.
You were excited and filled with anticipation
But, afraid.
Just holding her in your hands was a strange experience.
Awkward, like a first kiss.
Unsure of where and how to touch.
Just how should your lips
Meet her cold and unfamiliar mouth piece?
Remember those first few notes
Screeching through space inside the band hall?
A sacred place where rhythm and note
Have coursed the air and touched 
The smallest bones of the human body
With the softest and most pleasant caress.

Become familiar with the way she feels.
Close your eyes and feel the softness of her curves.
Treat her like a lady of royal blood.
Her father has given you her hand.
There is no leaving her at the altar.
You will decide your life together.
Love herCaress herKiss her softly.
Learn to move your fingers and listen to her reply.
The early sound of surprise becomes the sound of love.
Soon, you breathe as one, and the voice you hear,
The voice we hear.
Is not hersIs not yoursBut, the union of both.
And what we hear is the birth of something
Grand and glorious and beautiful!

Play it!
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t4C4YU5JtIo   


Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: death, emotions, fear, forgiveness, freedom, lost love, metaphor, sorry, voice,

Echo

Many voices from the past,
Always echoing in my head,
How long can it last,
I thought you were dead.

You always tell me what to do,
So I don't make a mistake,
Somehow you always knew,
How many I could make.

Because once I hurt you,
And you'll never let me forget,
But what can I do,
You're not quite dead yet.

Why won't you leave me alone,
Will you never forgive me,
I wish I could atone,
Please, just let me be.

The hollow echo of your voice,
Will linger on forever,
You've given me no choice,
It'll never stop, ever.

The sound of you used to make me smile,
But now it tortures me,
I will always be in denial,
So an end I'll never see.




Poem Details | by misty hunter |
Categories: allegory, animals, faith, hope, inspirational, life, christmas, song, snow, voice, child, christmas, life, love, snow, song, voice,

The Song of the Christmas Snow

There is nothing with so much life as a Christmas snow
The crisp air is still as little dancing stars float to the earth
Strong old trees become burdened with drifts of white upon their bows
But seem honored to be dressed in such finery and appear almost to move
In fact, everything has come to life to watch the snowfall.
Then everything is quiet
There is a whisper in the air
It ripples through the trees
See the birds, they are the first to recognize the whisper
As the Masters of Chorus, the birds know it is a song
They sit as true musicians memorizing the lyrics and rhythm
So, the snow speaks, the voice is old, like it has sung this song many times
As the squirrels could tell you this is a lullaby, and they begin to search from their 
perches in the trees for the newborn
And life and love has never felt as strong as now
A horse in its pastures stomps his foot disturbed
Though he hears the song the birds do and the lullaby the squirrels hear, he, 
along with all of the worlds creatures, could swear he just heard a cry
The squirrels chatter with laughter, knowing they where right and the birds take 
up the snow-song to welcome the child they heard cry
And then they stop and the world is silent
The snow has stopped falling
The cry was only a memory from Christmas long past
The child, a child of time whose
 Voice comes with the Christmas snows,
To give every soul the chance to hear
The song of joy and love and beginning,
So it is never forgotten;
The song of the Christmas Snow




Poem Details | by Audonus Taylor |
Categories: dedication, depression, devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend, lost love, love, passion, romance, sadheart, lost, voice, heart, lost, love, voice,

Romeo and Juliet (Our Story)Pt 2

Years and years have been lost to time, thousands of days,
 nights, and morrows seen and despised out of immense ache,
The Juliet of my early youth is no more, transformed into a
stranger, yet my love dies not! Though I plead and beg for
her to recall and rekindle the love affair of many moments ago,
She bears news of her plans of wedded bliss to another, news that
I curse my eyes for seeing, ears for hearing, and heart for knowing
is true! With desolate heart and soul, corrupted mind, and disregard
of future as that of a mad man, I fall to my knees and scream,
"God and heaven alike, I defy and deny you both! For no
father of mine would rip asunder my motivation for humanity!
Nor does any paradise remain alive without her presence!"

Be it his decree that I hurt for eternity both alive and deceased
then be it my decree that his life and love never was!
Thus I have become what I am, with no rue nor shame,
For I am not the tender Romeo that once lived and breathed,
No more do I dwell in her heart or mind, and no more do I wish
any essence of a Romeo dwell inside my soul, for my Juliet
is buried and lost in abundances of new daysNo day, nor night,
nor morrow is good for me, Sans trust, Sans faith, Sans morality,
Sans love do I wish to have or hold, Dead but still breathing I am,

Condemned to memories and dreams of  elated yesteryears, 
denying my own will, but loyal to that promise which cannot
be broken by even the cold lifelessness of heartache, I shriek,
and yawp, and yell, and raise my voice beyond the sting of pain, as
I wake each night, bleeding the same sound from my lips,
"Juliet!, Juliet!!, Juliet!!!" Repeated until my eyes are dry and
my voice is drained to the most silent of whispers, I force out,
over tears, over ache, over agony, over all, in one last breath,
"Juliet"


Poem Details | by Ravindra K Kapoor |
Categories: life, love, musicbeautiful, lost, beauty, voice, heaven, beautiful, beauty, boat, day, earth, heaven, lost, love, river, voice,

The Boatmans Song 1/ Many

1/ To be continued in many parts

It was a different era and it’s a different story
Of a boatman and his enchanting melodies 
An Apsara* falling in love with that boatman 
But the boatman having a different love story  

The boatman used to carry simple villagers 
From one bank of the river, to its other bank everyday
While moving his boat on the river  
He used to sing those heart touching stories 

His voice in itself was a melody 
Bestowed on him by the Goddess Saraswati*
And his love songs were the songs of true love stories
Sung by the boatman, in full throated ease and beauty
While oaring his boat in the river side stream
Flowing between a Jungle, on one bank side of the river
And long sand dunes spreading  
All over the other non ending side of the river Ganges

Charmed by boatman’s voice and songs
And charmed by the beauty of the enchanting Jungles* 
Spread all along the one side bank of the calmly flowing river Ganges
His passengers used to get lost in the melodies of his songs
So long as his boat was moving from the sand bank of the river stream 
To its Jungle end every time the boatman carries some passengers

One day the echoes of his melodies crossed 
The airy levels of earth and started flowing
Like a soothing cool breeze, even in heaven
And charmed all the heavenly bodies in the court of Indra*
He listened them almost spellbound and became enchanted 
By the echoes of those unheard melodies of the boatman

Urveshi* who was a crown beauty among the Apsaras* of Indra* 
And was much more than, beautiful and charming
Among all the Apsaras of heaven, found her lost in hearing
The echoes of those love songs sung by the boatman 

Urvasi found one day after hearing those echoes 
That she was in love with them and became restless 
To hear the real songs of the boatman, while sitting before him
In his boat in the river Ganges on earth 

Urveshi asked the Lord of Heaven Indra*
If she can go to earth to hear the songs of the boatman
As the echoes of his songs had made her restless beyond imagination
She found that even she can not enjoy the heavenly pleasures
Till she quenches her thirst of listening the melodies 
Of that boatman, he was singing on earth


Ravindra
	
Kanpur India 4th January 2010

* Apsara=   A Nymph dancer of heaven in the court of Indra as per Hindu Mythology 
* Indra=   The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi=   One of the most beautiful Apsaras (nymph) of Indra 
* Saraswati = Goddess of knowledge, music & arts as per Hindu mythology
* Jungle =  Forest


Poem Details | by jesse saksa |
Categories: confusion, friendship, hope, life, lost love, love, passion, romance, thank you, words, me, voice, me, today, voice,

my oxygen

At this very moment you are the oxygen i breathe and i just can't handle that tomorrow you could be another person that il never see again i don't wanna always regret that i never said something more too you i'm sorry but you get my blood pumping so fast it feels like time slows down the words you spoke today mended pieces of me that have been broken my entire life the words you spoke today gave me strength i will no longer fear what i am....me? i'm a human being with a voice and with this voice i will shake the very foundation of those who attempt to hurt our beautiful existence i mean no harm and i don't expect you to say anything back to me but you mean more to me then you will ever understand i've drempt of you since i was young before i had ever seen your face i felt your pressence your a fresh breathe of air to a tainted existence


Poem Details | by Ismael Nieves |
Categories: love, passionheart, sweet, heart, love, sweet,

VOICE of LOVE

My heart-beat drums of love and charm.
O' hear the voice of love that sings a sweet song.
Listen to the songbird's *dulcet serenade and dawning alarm,
and reply, oh lovebird, with a lovesick *tongue.
Liberate thy spirit of love my dear *marm,
and respond! respond! yes respond with a passion so strong.
Release a seductive hymn to embrace my heart with its fiery melodic arm 
so an overwhelming fervor follows along.
Oh! incinerate the shell of my heart 'til my soul be visibly nude and disarm',
thus revealing the *candescent embodiment of sensations which lives among.
Certainly, I want to be caress and loved by Love's delicious swarm.
So, Queen of hearts, bombard the core of my soul 'til it be in awe!-- experience I long 

*dulcet--(espof sound) sweet and soothing
*tongue--refers to speech
*marm--variation of madam
*candescent--glowing red-hot

(Poem for John Heck contest)


Poem Details | by Cynthia Buhain-Baello |
Categories: lost love, me, voice,

Love's Echo

Your voice in echo haunting me
Whisper words that resonate,
They call in dreams persistently
And speak of Love that Truth negates.

For you were gone before the morn
You grayed  the sunshine from my days,
The faded Trust was never born
These tears remind me that always.

If Sleep would come without a dream,
Oh such comforting release!
The gentle Silence sings it seems
Of songs that drown your voice with ease.

Your echoed Love, please speak no more,
Accord me rest and new tomorrows!
Mute that voice just like before
When my heart knew of no great sorrows.



August 3, 2009
Cynthia BuhainBaello


Poem Details | by Lyric Man |
Categories: absence, angst, christian, jesus, lost, love, voice,

LYRIC MAN-CHAPTER 4

The weary eyed writer of love, is trance walking toward the black widow's flat..when his phone ringsThe last person he thought would be on the other end was his wife, she never called anymoreHe answered without even looking at the screenThe moment he heard her voice he fell to pieces; tears burst from the corners of his eyes and ran river trails down his guilty cheeksShe spoke.her words were garbled, as she was and had been for some time, dependent on heavy meds(It was also the middle of the night back in the States).To be honest, he would not recall much of the content or context of the call, or what, if anything, he saidWhat was rememberedWhat will always be remembered was the voice, her voiceAnd the love he felt at the sound of itHer voice was all he had left in his world!

By the second word he knew it was herBy the third.the spell he had been under was brokenBeyond that he didn't knowHe was on his knees, far from home, weeping in front of passersbyAll the song writers dreams were tied to that voiceA thousand memories flooded his abandoned heartThe magnificence of the past and now his present reality, left him feeling so vulnerable and helpless.it was as if a child was trapped in an adult body, not knowing what to do or where to turn

If there was a God, He had totally betrayed this poor writerWho could argue? How could a good God allow such horrible things to happen? If God exist, he reasoned.then He has purposefully allowed life's ocean waves to overwhelm and overtake all of his dreams, as if they were mere sand castlesHis Princess, his past, and his peace were all gone.if his wife ever returned it would have to be by some pure chanceIt would not happen by God's divine hand.such power was a child's fairytale.religion, he thought, was the cruelest of lies.

He was alone without direction, the saddest man on earthSummer was so hot and slow.everyday a hellThen one day he had a true "Damascus Road" encounterIn a story too long, and perhaps controversial, to explain here.he was introduced into an authentic personal relationship with God through Jesus Christ.

Many times that summer he thought, if only God were a genie and the moment you surrender to his Lordship, everything fell into place, but that certainly didn't happenIn fact..

~Lyric Man

Note: This is Chapter 4 in a series of five chapters that give context to my writingsI'm grateful for anyone following along this journey 


Poem Details | by Louise Riveiro - Mitchell |
Categories: life, loss, lost love, sad, world, night, voice, lonely, night, voice,

A Lonely Voice Crying In The Night

    In the silence of the night
    A lonely voice is heard crying in the night
    It's soul longs for the love lost long ago
    It's heart aches for the happiness it will never know
    Trapped in this world that feels nothing but pain
    Shackled to a world that lets it live the heartache again and again
    Struggling each day  just to survive
    Hiding all the pain and living in a lie
    Only in the dark of night can it let it's voice cry 
     When other's like it know the reason why
     I can hear that voice you see
     The lonely voice crying in the night is me
 
 


Poem Details | by Phyllis Babcock |
Categories: loveheart, voice, heart, voice, universe,

Endless love

A heart as pure as the translucent water 
 Free flowing like the cascading waterfall 
      A heart as bottomless as the ocean.

 Open like the heavens that sparkle at night
   As endless as the ever expanding universe
       With no beginning or no end.
 
 A voice that flows on the open winds
      Calling my name on each gusty flow
         Eyes that drown in  crystalline pools.
    
 Blue as the sparkling waters hue
    A voice as soft as white fluffy clouds 
       That flow effortlessly and endlessly
  
 Words only spoken with love
     Woven into the stitches of time
        An endless love to be all mine.




Poem Details | by Daniel Berg |
Categories: confusion, dedication, devotion, faith, happiness, hope, inspirational, life, love, passion, romance, sad, sorry, me, voice, love, me, ocean, voice,

Drop the ocean and lift the sky

Drop the ocean, lift the sky, Today seems like a goodbye, Memories of your voice forever linger. Drink the potion, get me high, Tears start to multiply , You wouldn't even try to lift a finger. Cast the demons, out of here, Lift me up, I have no fear, Show you what it means to say I love you. Wake me up, grab a beer, Fill my cup, and shed a tear , My love for you has always been this true. Drain the ocean , engulf the land, Time to focus , begin again, Learn to live without you by my side. Convey the notions, my own brand, Revolve my life, and take a stand, Without you , I know, I will be alright. Ring the bell, Sound the horn, Today i have been reborn, I can do this all on my own. Rise the fell, Mend the torn, Persevere through all the scorn, My , look at how much you have grown. Drop the ocean , lift the sky, Today seems like a goodbye, Memories of your voice forever linger.


Poem Details | by Judy Emery |
Categories: bible, courage, i love you, journey, spiritual, voice, writing,

I'M FOREVER YOUR'S

I'M FOREVER YOUR'S

You always told me your love is like no other
the more I read I discover
your heavenly spirit is all over me
it's the most beautiful feeling 
my spirit feels deep within my soul
your love I never want to let go
I know I am only human 
just a small grain of dust  
but you love me for who I am 
your words are the flame 
that burns deep within me
even when life throws me stones
and my my spirit very weak 
you make way to clean me up 
you are my strength when I have none
you are my protector from everyone
that keeps me on the run
youre my forever friend to the very end
your love is the candle that will never burn out
you give me holy spirit 
you having my emotions in a rush
of goodness and peace 
this world will never tear our love apart
our bond will always be
I know people always seem to judge me 
because they believe they are better than me 
that is fine whatever they think
as long as you judge me for who I really am
you are my everlasting love
your love is all I need
your enough for me 
I know I lived a very painful life
where people were never nice
I became homeless and very afraid 
but you were always making way
you promise me a forever after
that you will wash my sins away
as long as I keep my faith
and walk in your path
I'm all yours forever
my love for you is eternal
you are my everything 
even in my painful dreams
you shine your light 
even in my darkest times
you are always on my mind
I love you Jesus my Lord
I love you Jehovah God
I am your's.

Poetic Judy Emery


Poem Details | by Delilah Ventura |
Categories: love, passionme, voice, love, me, voice,

Dear Love

I see your writing
Read your words
I don't hear your voice

Were did it go?
Did the wind take it away?
Is it floating in the air?
Is it rushing through the river?

Tell me what to do
I'll fly you a kite
Jump in a air balloon
Swim in the lake for you
Tell me love
My Dear Love

Do you hear my voice?
Hear it in the air,wind and river
Can you feel it in the heart beat  of the eagle?
Can you feel the weight?
The weight to love
Feel the vibes in the ocean
Feel all this love for you

Love so true
True love in my soul
Open this love letter to you
Hear the musical notes
Put my voice in one

Let me hear your voice 
Connect true love
In this musical love letter to you

	Written, ( Dear Love)

D.L.V


Poem Details | by k k iloduba jnr |
Categories: lost love, lovehome, voice, home, voice,

YESTERDAY

when the evening  wind dies
upon the mountain top,
when cold silence chills the night with her tongue,
when the shadows bid the forest be still;
i will return home to your arms
where dreams hatch 
and the world is in a whisper lost.

when the morning sun stretches out the hills,
when nature` s voice charms
the pastoral landscape with tales,
and strews dead leaves upon the paths;
i will lodge between your breasts.
i will suck the honey of your breathe
and listen to the voice of spring
sobbing in the little trees.

when November bends the moon
in deep blue darkness,
when many a midnight star has shone,
i will return home.
i will return home.
i will return home to you by the riverside;
where once we made love 
and the mortified waters,so cruelly moaned.


Poem Details | by Judy Emery |
Categories: angel, betrayal, cry, dream, longing, voice, writing,

LOVE HAS DEPARTED

LOVE HAS DEPARTED 

Departing avenging spirits
In the dead of winter
love has assumed to know all hearts
But what stands before thee
Are the cowards of the lost?
all they bring is wickedness
what has happened to true love?
Oh, tender hearts
Why did you depart into the dark?
the gentle touch of lovers’ hand
Where the beauty of spring
this old town has humiliated me
But then the knight looks and sees
His love under the leafy shade
Writing her heart away
He looks with a stunning smile
upon his face that couldn’t be removed
if she is near words of anger started to fade
but then he looked around and she was gone
His anger ragged like a villain
He looked at the cowards 
that has been making war
what is it you have done?
That is when the cowards started to run
Then one of the cowards 
stopped and looked back
Saying, Dark Angel is taken his queen home
There was this big hesitating chill
that moved faintly in the knights’ heart
a darken trill of the dead of winter
moved in his soul
The knight heart became cold
loneliness came from love
while the cowards of the town 
laugh so loud towards the knight
he pulled out his sword
and told them if they come back 
they would lose their heads
Clear, loud he stood his ground 
In the old town, he called home
Wide is the rain that brings on pain
that gives free choice to all who bleeds
you can love or run from it
or you can love and fight for what your 
heart beats for and will die for it
like a true ‘’ Shakespeare’’ theme
that has been written in true passion of love
that gives feverish dreams
Dark Angels, deathless powers
The knight takes on his delight 
that verse how he truly feels
love is where his heart belongs
But his queen her heart is no longer function
She has disclaimed her love for thee.

Poetic Judy Emery © 
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery


Poem Details | by Ravindra K Kapoor |
Categories: life, love, musicheart, longing, voice, heaven, day, earth, heart, heaven, may, time, voice,

The Boatman's Song 6/ Many

The Boatman’s Song 6/Many

Indra again tried to convince Urveshi

But, here in heaven, Urveshi
Even the flowers are born, never to fade and die 
Unlike the humans on earth, who hardly gets a
Chance to bloom fully and smile

One day on earth, you would find Urveshi, 
You no longer remain the same
And there would be no time for you, to repent then
But today, you have all the time to think and rethink on it 

I am giving you sometime, Urveshi
As you are my most dear and beloved 
Among all the Apsaras of heaven
You dwell in my mind and soul, like the most precious
Among all, my own bodies heart
You think and rethink on your desire
To go or not to go to earth  
To listen the songs of the boatman 
Whom you are missing so much 

Urveshi, you are the most beautiful 
And the most charming Apsara of heaven
Gifted with extraordinary heavenly powers 
But your visit to earth 
May diminish or even finish your heavenly powers

If you ever go close and touch the boatman
Even for a moment to praise his songs
This would end your blessings of heaven and
You may not be able to come back to heaven

Inner Conflict of Urveshi

Cautioned by Indra, Urveshi pondered and pondered
To which way she should go?
Should she hear the voice of her heart
Or follow the instructions of her mind
Her heart was crying to meet the unseen boatman
And her ears were longing to listen 
The heart stolen melodies of the boatman
Floating in the air on earth and echoing even in heaven

She felt that her very existence was incomplete
Without the songs of the boatman 
And without meeting that unseen dweller of her heart 


Perhaps her beauty was formed 
By the blessings of God
So that, one day she may find the other half of her part

But then her mind intervened, while she was 
Listening the voice of her heart
And asked her, can she afford to bear the loss
Of the glory of her name and fame
Which has brought her laurels, crowns and applauses
Can she forgo that she rule the hearts of everyone in heaven
And above all,  the heaven has given her the sublime gift of 
Evergreen Youth

Ravindra                                                 to continue…

Kanpur   India 9th January 2010  
* Apsara (A Nymph dancer of heaven in the court of Indra as per Hindu Mythology
* Indra (The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra 
* Saraswati (Goddess of knowledge, music & arts)
* Jungle (Forest)


Poem Details | by JeanMarie Marchese |
Categories: life, love, passion, night, music, music, night,

Collecting the Cracks that Bleed Through My Voice.

We broke in two and it amused him that I was still counting...

I could hear the night whisper beyond his ears, the bed we lay ourselves down upon and
passion was considerate when his mind let go....

she was direct and unforgiving and I...

gave.in.


I could listen to the tumbling of my heart for ages and I collected music as my lips split
in half, it was only to kiss him, you see, only to allow him to know...

how I bled.


I tasted myself as the night wore on, exhausted yet hungry for his arms, I studied my own
in the afternoon, multiplied my freckles and wondered if my child would be ashamed of the
scars that decorated my skin, prayed she would never know how years could bite, so I
reached for him when the clouds became cold and I became...

scared...

as I frightened myself to death in the realization that we....

were still so alive.



The ground we walked on spoke of faults and mistakes, there were cracks in the earth yet
my hand still held his, he was clueless and I was silent but we slept well, he and I,
after passion erupted and the sky split...

when the clouds collected my music and rain sang, just to show him, how the days
could
bleed.




Poem Details | by Izzy Gumbo |
Categories: friendshipwrite, voice, love, voice, write,

Who Me? Long.Winded?

My friend let me share with you,
the secret of  what I do,
It really is a mystery,
I have no clue is the truth you see?
It just happens to me.

I ask many questions,
I don't pretend to know,
of what's so familiar it makes
my heart glow It just is.
From lifetimes ago.

I have a story of what it might be.
Floats around in my head,
demands attention from me.
Compelled to write an
arrangement on life.
Hearing the language
of what's behind my eyes.
But I don't know why.

I love all the same,
everything about this crazy game.
I'm fortunate and grateful to hear,

Another voice in the Wind out there.
Even if understanding's not clear.


It feels quite right,
like the warmth of a light,
Like the smell of a fresh spring day.
I'm in love with it,
when it comes my way.

A mystery this voice in me,
as puzzles are shown to my eyes.
And I don't know why….
But to my own surprise….
Sometimes I try and it's not quite right.
Sometimes I don't and then it takes flight,
and it's right….and a quiet write into light...
but I don't know why.

Just a glimpse you see… it's the oddest part
of the secret me.


Poem Details | by kasim ishmael |
Categories: children, imagination, visionary, voice,

All this world need is love

Where are you right now.
What have you done today
Right before our eyes 
Time is slipping away

You hear it on the radio
You see it on TV
So very little compassion
In today's society

While we keep on ignoring
The world's falling apart
We can close our eye's
But we got to open our hearts

All this world need is love
all this world need is love 
love from me and you

All this world need is love 
so come on and join me 
And let's make this fantasy come true

I'm alive and so are you
we can't sit down and keep waiting 
we will just be wasting precious time
just sitting here contemplating

Only we can bring about
The things we can to see
If we don't bring it into reality
Then the vision will remain blurry

Those with power in their hands
Their suits are to clean
While you hunger in poverty
They eat steak behind big a screen

All this world need is love
all this world need is love 
But the rivers run dry to bone

All this world need is love 
so come on and join me 
Cause I can not do this alone

They said good thing comes 
To those who wait
In Africa the children sit 
and they're waiting

In India the children sit 
And they're waiting
In the middle east the children sit
And they're waiting

In Palestine the children sits 
And they re waiting
While the united nation sits
Wasting time and debating

All this world need is love
all this world need is love 
But all I seeing is tears

All this world need is love 
so come on and join me 
lets spread love everywhere

Cause I can not do this alone
the weight is to much for me
so come on and join me 
And let's make this fantasy come true


Poem Details | by simon nixon |
Categories: love, heart, voice, heart, love, me, voice,

complete

i hear your voice and i start to shiver 
form my lung to my heart down to my liver 
i hear your voice and i grow strong 
my love for you is forever this feeling cant be wrong 
for you id give up all my demon ways 
your love is a drug and im in a daze 
my darling i count the day till we meet 
and when im with you my heart skips a beat 
i long just to feel your breath on the side of my face
and when im with you i feel like im in space
you are my world and all that is inside 
and when you leave me i feel like ive died
and so its starts over i count the days till we meet 
you are my center you make me complete


Poem Details | by Diana Bosa |
Categories: dream, love, romantic, true love, voice,

Voice-motion

Awakening the 
dream - inside my parallel 
soul your voice-motion 
was already felt, before
your touch could even bloom.