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Poem Details | by Shane Cooper |
Categories: betrayal, emotions, friendship, heartbreak, lost love, sad love,

FAIR WEATHER FRIENDS - COLLABORATION WITH JAN ALLISON

 
 You told me we’d always be friends
Out of the blue our friendship ends
I was your ‘forever friend’ - you told me so
Now you simply don’t want to know
 
Thought you the one on who I could rely
A comforting shoulder when I wanted to cry
A shining beacon that brought me light
Our friendship was a pure delight
 
You vanished, didn’t say a word 
Now all my questions go unheard
No reply I need so much to know why
How could you not have said good bye!

A tear I shed as I think of you tonight
Of all that was so happy and bright
I love you still more than you could know
I am desolate that I cannot tell you so

Soul mate and friend we were one
Linked in a bond that could not be undone
Yet here I sit the bond broken
My heart aches, my pain unspoken 
 


Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: love, nostalgia, summer, weather,

Cool Summer Breeze


There are very few things more refreshing
than a cool breeze on a hot summer day
Couple that with a glass of iced tea in the evening,
or maybe some chilled lemonade in some afternoon shade
When that tropical breeze blows
on your hot, perspiring skin
It is so rejuvenating, it is soul refreshing
Oh it feels like how you feel
after you finish making love,
and it feels like how you feel
when you start making love again
It's a top-of-the-morning type of feelin',
it's a late night, down low kind of chillin'
Riding on that summer breeze
makes you ready and always willing
to take a journey to love that is so, so fulfilling
There's not a lot of things in life
more pleasant than this 
Catching a cool summer breeze
is something I never ever want to miss


Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: courage, endurance, inspirational love, nature, tree, tribute, weather,

MY LOVE FOR TREES



Seems as I age
My fondness for trees only grows
Their resilience and gracefulness
Their symmetry and beauty
Their arms outstretched heavenward
As if asking to be blessed with a nest for life
But it’s the way they bravely face each season
No fanfare just day by day
Making the most of their assets
Offered freely to all taking the time to appreciate
Every gnarly curve earned though hardship
Broken branch and injury
Radiant in the sun
Solemn by moonlight
Valiant through the rainstorm
Resolute against snow and sleet
Naked… Buds… Foliage… Dried falling leaves
And naked again the cycle regenerates itself
Such is life on this beautiful planet



Submitted on August 29, 2018 for contest END AUGUST 2018 STANDARD sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  RANKED 1ST

Originally posted in March, 2018


Poem Details | by David Meade |
Categories: love, weather,

Haiku 29 Wind Snow




                                  wind snow – hard, cold, deep

                              creaking trees, sagging power lines


                                    sheets warm next to you







David Meade
11/14/2014


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

- Love Is Like The Weather -


Love scale from one to ten on a barometer
is difficult to measure
A little rainfall can evaporate
The climate is changing and so does love
Real love should endure most things
Life does not just consist of sunshine days
Rain and wind, it comes and goes
Days off darkness and gloom

Lower your shoulders, love gives warmth and light
Snow and biting cold, no one likes to freeze on their toes
We will experience lightning and thunder.even though we
prefer the sun and the heat
Respect, patience and tolerance -  is love
A part of the interaction.of the whole
We must learn to appreciate the sight of a beautiful rainbow..
Together we are two. this is a basic L
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Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: children, love, music, my children, nature, rain, weather,

Rain Song

Listen for me in the rain -
The rhythm never changes
The music stays the same
Listen for me in the rain -
It's as constant as the sunrise
The panacea for your pain

          If I'm gone and you're weary
          If your tears are cried in vain
          If you need to know I love you..

                    Throw wide your windows to the storm
                    And listen for me singing in the rain.


Listen for me in the rain -
A soft and certain cadence
A temperate refrain
Listen for me in the rain -
The fluid flow of harmony
The pattern unrestrained

          If I've left and you're hurting
          If your heart is sore again
          If you need to know I'm near you..

                    Just turn your face up to the sky
                    And listen for my voice within the rain.


Listen for me in the rain -
The movement of the water, sweet
As droplets fall arranged
Listen for me in the rain -
The gentle running metre
Its patter on the panes

          If you and I are parted
          If your sorrows still remain
          If you need to know I love you..

                    Just turn off all the sounds of life
                    And listen for my song inside the rain


Listen for me in the rain -
Nature's soothing melody
The atmospheric strain
Listen for me in the rain -
A wash of heaven's teardrops
As swollen clouds complain

          If I'm no longer with you
          If you need me to explain
          If I need to reassure you..

                    Just remember all the life it brings
                    Feeding rivers, lakes and springs
                    Remember you're my everything..


And listen for me singing in the rain
          The rain and I will always sing..

                    Your name.




~ 3rd Place ~  in the "Sunshine And Showers" Poetry Contest, Robert Haigh, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 8th Place ~  in the "Uplifting Poetry Contest", Laura Loo, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 4th Place ~  in the "Best Rhyming Poem May thru July Poetry Contest", John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.

* Written for my children - I love you more than a thousand poems can convey.you are my reason and my worth*


Poem Details | by David W Carter |
Categories: autumn, care, nature, weather,

I Love Nature


I love nature.
I love the wind and rain.
I love it when the thunder roars
I love it when it pours, lightning flashes,
thunder crashes.


I love nature, sunshine and bright blue Sky's, 
I love the wind in my face.
I love how it makes me feel, good and free,
Ready to coast on a breeze.


I love sitting outside.
I Love Listening to the birds sing,
Looking up at the sky,
Watching the cloud's go by.


I love nature, spring, summer,  and
Sometimes winter,  especially snow on  
the twenty fifth of December, It's definitely 
a memory to always remember Sitting at the 
table with family and friends
Having  Christmas dinner,
Looking out the window
Watching the snow fall down.


I love January, February, March, 
April May, for everything new, for 
All in bloomJune and July for  I love summer too
For warm nights, listening to the sounds
Of nature, under the stars and  the moon light


Let's not forget fall,
It's the most colorful season of all.
Warm and windy days,
With the wind blowing the leaves.
As I watch from a distance,
the leaves falling from the tree's.


I love nature, 
I love being outdoors.
It makes me feel alive,
It makes me feel good inside.
Nature provides, food, water,
 and the air we breathe.
Always remember to have respect
What has been given to you.
For nature is a part of our life line.



David W Carter





Poem Details | by Eve Roper |
Categories: environment, love, rain, weather, winter,

I Love My State of Oregon

Oregon’s, wildlife, mountains, lakes, and bogs
Fields of green, awaken refreshed at dawn
Where salmon runs the rivers blue to spawn
Drawn wandering above the sea of fog   

Black-tailed and mule deer birth their newborn fawns
Where shaggy mane elks labor their spring calves 
Rustle sounds while they graze off open paths  
Wander under the full moon of predawn


Sea of umbrellas on rainy season
Fireplace frames warm sputtering ember flames
Snow cold, in fella’s embrace with no shame
Turning me into shades of pink  crimson  


Savoring the earth's nurturing labor 
Giving my heart to the verdant nature

12/30/2016


My home for 36 years 


Poem Details | by Andrew Johnson |
Categories: death, dedication, depression, life, loss, lost love, love, passion, romance, sad, heart, heart, weather,

Nevermore

With the weather cold and dry
My mind wanders far and wide
Within the future things in store
Negative thoughts, nevermore

Of course the mind can think of horrible thoughts
The pain that left the memory, not forgot
Until one day, it returns to life
To fear it with your heart, nevermore

This stone inside is your sanctuary
Not to be broken or to make one wary
Demons from the past surround your love
Let these Legion win, nevermore

Alas, true lovers can fight them off
Not lie, bicker, hate or scoff
Predict the weather tomorrow pleasant
Allow the rain to come, nevermore

You cannot allow this darkness to thrive
To swarm your soul like a hornets’ hive
Beware of those who intend to kill
Let them take your heart, nevermore

Titles are a trivial thing
Would phones or your heart start to ring?
When your darling returns home in your arms
Let the outside in, nevermore

For you and our love are all that matter
My heart and soul come together in patter
For my weakness is your voice
Allow us to be apart, nevermore


Poem Details | by Annabelle Jane |
Categories: love, rain, storm, weather,

Witness

I slept all day and woke to the rain,
With the low purr of thunder rolling around my temples.
Through my open window rose, darkly, the scent of the earth,
Cool, ripe, metallic,
Revived by the unforecast shower.

I waited, the airless gap stretching wider,
Time stepping, achingly, forwards,
Slicing away second upon second,
Until, finally, the clouds sparked with great forks of lavender light
Which, with all their majesty, faded as quickly as they had come.

It has rained for many hours now.
The sky demands we witness her.


Poem Details | by Dawa Zangpo |
Categories: addiction, beautiful, butterfly, cheer up, courage, cute love, weather,

She Walks in Beauty


She walks in beauty
Following the above silver rays 
Her hope fastening with some alacrity
Feathers of smile gently sways
Between stardust accompany to ignite 
The clear darkness of her walking lane
From distant heaven echoes her docile gait,
Convivial fairies salute her when pace wane,
Lull solitude with half soul comes to meet her
To revel the moment of whilst gather once
She embraces below chiliad of the stars 
Kiss the moonlight and beg for morrow bunce 
Again she follows back the silverware gleam
And she walks in beauty into her pleased beam.


Copyright © Dawa Zangpo | Year Posted 26/08/2018.


Poem Details | by shadab shaikh |
Categories: beautiful, blue, care, caregiving, crazy, dark, desire, dream, emotions, fantasy, feelings, fire, first love, flower, forgiveness, freedom, friendship, future, giving, god, happiness, how i feel, i love you, imagination, innocence, kiss, longing, philosophy, romance, romantic, senses, sexy, sin, storm, strength, sweet, thanks, together, trust, truth, urban, visionary, weather, wind, wisdom, youth,

Love

Oblivion mind,
wandering in thoughts.
Idiotic smile,
promises and hopes.
Hand in hand,
tumbling on slopes.
This is love

Running away from this world.
Warm bodies sliding in sheets,
to find another world.
Burning in cold flames.
No fear.no shame.no games
This is love








Poem Details | by Patrick Cornwall |
Categories: funny, me, love, me, weather,

Some R

You stowed our love to use at your  convenience.
Pulled me out when the weather grew cold
You wore me as was needed and I was your medication.
I blanketed you with my love and was taken as prescribed.

But you thawed of my heat and you grew cool in spring.
And the days grew quite warm ,you folded me into the bundles you loved.
I wasn't useless so I stayed in your presence and the March roared.
Felt like a hero when it rained with snow mixed in and I mattered.

The sheets  were new and the weather grew warm but I was faithful.
And I was washed and folded  neatly and placed in the attic unloved.
But I worried naught because Some R always ending back to the beginning.
And after the first chill You released me.


Poem Details | by kj force |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, best friend, bird, butterfly, childhood, day, earth, faith, feelings, first love, friendship, garden, happiness, humor, imagination, innocence, inspiration, joy, life, love, magic, metaphor, morning, nature, paradise, passion, poems, poetry, rain, rainbow, relationship, romance, seasons, senses, sky, snow, spiritual, spring, storm, summer, sweet, time, today, together, tree, uplifting, water, weather, wind, winter, wisdom, world,

Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even surviveThe snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of springA few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowersI wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttonsThey did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday
as they were called WEEDS.
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB


Poem Details | by Suzette Richards |
Categories: christmas, daughter, journey, love, natural disasters, seasons, snow, winter, day, friend, christmas, daughter, me, time, christmas, daughter, day, december, friend, london, me, moon, time, weather,

SUMMER, WINTER SOLSTICE - 2010

It was a visit long overdue by most people’s standardsI had last seen my daughter two years prior to that during a whirlwind trip which she and her fiancé had made to Cape TownI had an unexpected financial windfall and the money was burning a hole in my pocketOn the spur of the moment, I called my daughter and asked her to source accommodation for me in London over the Christmas seasonA few days later, she called me back with the news that all the hotels had been booked up, save for the RitzI chuckled at the idea of having to spend my entire holiday budget on just one night at the RitzThen reason asserted itself and we put our heads together to come up with an alternative solutionI could hear her flatmate in the background, chipping in with her penny’s worth of adviceMy daughter hung up and I was feeling down in the mouth about the plans for the trip being derailed in such a fashionLater that evening, my daughter called back with the offer that if I did not object to sleeping on the settee in the lounge, I would be most welcome to stay with them at their London flatI gladly acceptedShe is a chef at a top restaurant and I was looking forward to gourmet meals prepared by her - including the Christmas turkey.

screeching seagulls dive at sushi scraps on a plate - the urchin watches
The evening of the booked flight to London, arrivedIt was an uncomfortable hot day and I showered and dressed with only minutes to spare before my friend took me to the airport to book in the statuary two hours before international flight departuresAt the airport everything was in chaosWe were given the unwelcome news that our flight had been cancelledThis was the third direct flight to London which had been cancelled that week due to London experiencing the worst weather and snow since records began in 1890! We were offered alternative flights and had to stand in queues for hours in order to procure a new airline ticketSome people became very verbose and insisted on being granted passage on other airline carriers (at the cost of our local airline carrier). I do not know whether it was due to the weather or the disappointment I was feeling, but when my turn came at last to book a new flight, I readily agreed to fly on Christmas Eve ( three days hence) to LondonIf I had been given time to reflect on this date, I would not have accepted itArriving in London on Christmas Day would have been disastrous: The tubes and other public transport would have been curtailed on Christmas Day and shops and other amenities would have been closed for the dayThis I knew from previous trips to the UK over the festive season To add insult to injury, taxis would have charged triple for cab fare and no amount of quibbling would have swayed themI phoned my friend to collect me and when we got home, I poured a large glass of Merlot and retired on the sun lounger in the gardenIt was *full moon that evening and it was almost worth missing the trip to witness its beauty I left my bags in the hallway and retired early – after phoning my daughter and giving her an update on the status quo.
moths dart between moon flowers - lunar eclipse
Six am the following morning, I was woken up by the phone ringingSleepily I took the callIt was the airline inquiring whether I could get to the airport by seven amMy friend was dancing up and down in agitation and already had the car out by the time I had brushed my teethI offered to pay any speeding fines which she might incur during our mad dash to get to the airport on time. The flight was an additional service which was laid on to get the backlog of passengers to their desired destinationsHeathrow had given our pilots permission to proceed, hence the call to me that morningWe were a total of thirty six passengers on the Boeing 747 – it translated to two passengers per crew memberWe were treated to five in flight movies which were current and could eat and drink as much as we wished toBy the time we landed in London at seven pm that evening, there was a festive spirit among usA radio taxi (which my daughter had organised) was waiting to collect me at Heathrow airportIt was a chilly four degrees Celsius below zero and I was grateful for my leather coat and wool accessories
steep steps to flat shut out the bitter world - a heart pounds
**************************************************************** *The December 2010 lunar eclipse occurred from 5:27 to 11:06 UTC on December 21, coinciding with the date of the December solsticeIt was visible in its entirety as a total lunar eclipse in North and South America, Iceland, Ireland, Britain and northern Scandinavia. "bitter" means piercingly cold....A term commonly used by Britishers... "flat" means apartmentThe Londoners I know, refer to it as just "flat" with no adj or possessive noun or articlePlease see the About section for explanations regarding the 1ST AND LAST haiku. Haibun(literally, haikai writings) is a prosi-metric literary form originating in Japan, combining prose and haikuThe range of haibun is broad and includes the autobiography, diary, essay, prose poem, short story and travel journal. ~ Wikipedia


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: animal, environment, nature, sad love, seasons, weather, winter,

REFRAINS OF WINTER SONATA


REFRAINS OF WINTER SONATA When fallen brown leaves brush a sepia picturesque and the bubbly breeze blows a heated winter sonata, the giant roses of clouds are teased, they shed icy petals tumbling, drifting like little ballerinas dropping to rest on branches of trees, grasses, houses and down to window ledges clustering in lily-white hues. Frosty mornings and nights lure the need for warmth from brewed coffee, a kiss or just a minute of touch... Absorbing the air, alone, I wander to the cover-walks, I see children tramping and playing on hills of frost, some couples carelessly sliding, they laugh out loud, yet afar, some robins, deer and beggars frown in despair as they are homelessNo fire nor a person to cuddle with. No adequate food to eat nor a flowing water to drink too... ColdWetAll white, frozen snow-tears are in their eyes and so I am one afternoon, a year and six months ago. The winter atmosphere can stir love passions within but how can it all be when the only woman, I love. I wanted to marry and ready to give my all: refused me? She, slowly walking away, leaving me crying-- a snow. ________________________________________________________ ~~SPONSOR: Broken Wings CONTEST: Write ME A Winter Poem~~ __Olive Eloisa Guillermo__ 8:16 pm, November 14, 2015


Poem Details | by Ken Duddle |
Categories: life, love, seasons,

English Weather

April showersWet. Looking forward to summer. SunBikini girlsLove.


Poem Details | by William Masonis |
Categories: anger, conflict, depression, life, lost love, nature, pain, psychological, relationship, weather,

The Human Seasons: Elements At War and Peace, Part II

                                                                  2,

Bourne loosely through the chill gusts,
Disordered fragments of summer's life go hurried by,
Harried to their last resting places
Into piles of brittle, browning drifts
Scattered on the stiffening ground.
A cold sun, coursing ever more briefly
Across these hard, blue-white skies,
Presides above a sleeping landscape steeped in dying hues,
The last fanfare of the greens of life
Draining now into  starkness
As nature sheds her flesh and slows
To pose in cold stillness between her cycles
Of life and death,
Waiting, as winter's uncertain, barren bride.

In the house where the anger rang against the walls
The red thoughts of their minds have burnt away
To leave behind that sour feeling
That sinks to sorrow
Now that pride has stepped in to break the bridges
Of charity they might have built back to one another.

Between them those virtues which bind us all together,
The formalities and incidents
The long parade of small things that make up a shared life,
Go on together as always, in smooth procession day to day
The image of harmony exists,
Though not its substance.
They know from this the weight of the awkward silences
Falling between them now and again
Dropping like stones into the deepening pools
Of unspoken discontents forming in their hearts;
The ripples of sadness climbing in widening rings
To skim the surfaces of their speech
As the breezes blown down through the sapphire sky
Tear the detritus of summer's corpse from its enfeebled moorings
And fling the bits of yesterday's blazing beauty
Into pell-mell drifts against foundations and sills,
As spark-scattered frosts gather more thickly
With every lengthening night.


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: beauty, funny, funny love, giggle, introspection, longing, weather,

My Telephone Version 2

Winter nights, the darkness comes quick
Key in door, to an empty house
Jacket falls fast right on the floor
I stare at the stand, at the telephone for sure

There she sits, alone, unmoving
No blinking light
No message at all
From a lovers voice or even a call from the mall

The ritual is the same, night after night
I pick up the phone, yes dial tone is there
I check the wires, all attached with great care
Its not broken, same as this morning

I confess, yes I stare at the phone over there

The phone is a functioning, I am assured
I call the weather line, yes a test but I was bored
They tell me is all sunny up over yonder
So no one calls me, of this I must ponder

I confess yes I stare, at the dark phone sitting there

Maybe the answering system parts are malfunctioning
Maybe she really did some exotic oh calling
Oh what I am saying, she’s out to the ball
While I look at telephone, alone in the hall

I confess yes I stare, I stare and stare

So another night, outside shines the bright city lights
I open the door to the darkness in fright
For oh my god, I see a blinking light
My heart beats in excitement, this is surely the night

I stare at a ringing telephone

Oh my what a delight!!!!!!!!

Click
Wrong number

Now I am distressed, depressed, redressed
I am at my wits end I must confess
Another evening I sit here alone
Just me and my silent old black phone

I stare a that contraption then the abscess of the night

Like all of the nights in 2014
I will sleep in a bed, with no hug or ice-cream
The pleasures of life, belong not to me
Me and my phone will never be set free

So now it’s New Years Eve, party hat and good cheer
I sit alone with my phone, to ring in the New Year
Oh the irony yes I did see
For the phone is as silent as the heart inside me

I stare at the past; I stare at the wall

Where I contemplate tossing the phone, cord and all
Then it rings, and shocks me out of my trance
2015 has arrived with a telephone call!!!!! so happy I dance!!!!
Cause this time she called, god bless romance

Happy New Year  


Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beautiful, betrayal, blessing, cheer up, city, confidence, cute love, deep, desire, earth, england, environment, feelings, garden, green, happiness, happy, i love you, imagination, irony, joy, july, june, london, love, love hurts, meaningful, missing you, nature, nice, nostalgia, passion, places, relationship, romance, romantic, sad love, seasons, simple, solitude, spiritual, spring, summer, true love, uplifting, vacation, weather, wisdom,

Jump

Chairs lined with stripes, 
green and white,
became ski jump ramps
for feelings, innocent and pure,
taking off from the edge
hoping to defy the gravity of fears

Only a lucky few made it,
others turned into tears
landing on the grass of Green Park
as the warm air was getting dark.
 



Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: anxiety, appreciation, beautiful, beauty, character, confidence, culture, dark, fantasy, fear, feelings, forgiveness, happiness, happy, hope, i am, i love you, i miss you, jealousy, joy, life, loneliness, lost love, love, meaningful, miss you, motivation, peace, people, philosophy, prejudice, rain, romance, romantic, sad love, satire, smart, sometimes, storm, strength, symbolism, together, true love, uplifting, weather, wind, wisdom, world,

Rain

On that same afternoon 
in a commune not too far away, 
hope got caught while 
stealing from the market of desires; 
luck got expelled for
cheating on the bonus questions;
love, on the other hand, turned into 
rain and escaped the cloud 
of acquired fears


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

The witches winds are blowing

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

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


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

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

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

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

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


Poem Details | by Madhavi Sarjare pagare |
Categories: addiction, angel, art, beauty, best friend, career, caregiving, emotions, fantasy, feelings, girl, girlfriend, god, happiness, happy, heart, heartbroken, how i feel, husband, i love you, identity, image, inspiration, lonely, longing, miracle, miss you, missing, missing you, passion, remember, romantic, silly, simple, sky, stress, trust, valentines day, visionary, water, weather, world, youth,

Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love

A small poem “Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love” wrote by MrsMadhaviSuyogPagare

 “Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love” 

Seating nearby valley side,
Astonished by seeing a nature's serene beauty
Amidst Grassy hills,
zigzagically mounted on the stupefying homeland.
Pristine Water, Sliding from the highest peak,
Flowing in its own way,
Wondering about its challenging destiny.
Love the way you are.
I owe you for myself!!

Wind's whispered, Cheering in its ain way.
Chanting of music beats,
Recited with a soothing intonation.
Birds speaking eloquently..
Dazzling due to marvellous rainbow..
Love the way you are,
I owe you for myself!!

Amazing and enamoured environment aroused my emotions,
Feeling Shy to express.
Missing my dream person,my Mr.Adam.
Versatile persona where are you?
Come here and hug me.
Fuel me up with spirit.
Gift me a smile.
Until forever fades away, Endure me.
Love the way you are..
I owe you for myself!!

Finished dropping stones in water.
Gladly waiting for your arrival.
Testing patience is all enough now.
Wanted to feel the gist of love.
Desire to fulfil wish with pure heart and soul.
Auspicious moments provoking to capture 
Love the way you are, 
I owe you for myself





by MadhaviSuyogPagare.


Poem Details | by Madhavi Sarjare pagare |
Categories: anniversary, bridal shower, care, caregiving, crazy, dedication, desire, dream, emotions, fantasy, feelings, first love, girlfriend, happiness, happy, husband, i love you, joy, kiss, life, love, marriage, miss you, missing, missing you, thanks, together, valentines day, water, weather, world, youth,

Ohhhh Rain : Shower again

A small romantic rain poem dedicated to hubby.
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

"Ohhhh Rain..Shower again!!!!! "  

Showering in the rain, 
Draining the pain!
Enflueraging the essence of arenicolous sand,
Feeling blessed porting on this beautiful greenary land! Trees were roaming 
under fiercing winds,
Thanks nature for benevolently so kind!
Sip of sizzling coffee With Caramalized sugar,
Cheers hubby to accompany me my gelling agar!
Wanna capture this Driplets of aromatic water nearby lake,
So that I can make an icy snowflake!
That's amazing, "but ohhhh God,  I wish my honey is here".




Wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare  


Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: autumn, celebration, cheer up, cool, destiny, earth, encouraging, environment, feelings, green, happiness, happy, i love you, i miss you, imagination, inspiration, inspirational, july, june, love, meaningful, memory, motivation, nice, november, october, planet, seasons, september, summer, sun, sunshine, tribute, uplifting, weather, wind, winter,

Seasons

fall, the trickiest of them all, 
is pretending
-again-
to have fallen in love with summer

taking her to dinner each evening,
giving her the room 
to play during the day

summer, the purest of them all,  
has fallen for all that
-again-
surrendering slowly her joyful soul

little does she know 
perhaps sooner than before
she'll fall out of favor
-again-
once winter, the eternal lover of fall,
makes that call.


Poem Details | by Rollo West |
Categories: love, passion,

Loves Weather

Kisses, like rainfall Passion, cosmic tidal wave The storm of our love


Poem Details | by Madhavi Sarjare pagare |
Categories: adventure, angel, baptism, beautiful, best friend, career, caregiving, celebration, crazy, cry, depression, desire, devotion, dream, emo, emotions, family, feelings, flying, future, god, green, growing up, halloween, happiness, happy, hate, heaven, horse, how i feel, i love you, imagination, joy, magic, missing you, mountains, ocean, peace, rain, rainbow, relationship, sky, smile, song, together, trust, truth, water, weather, wind, world, youth,

Aviated parachute

A short poetry of Parascending by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

                                                Aviated parachute

 Parachute parachute you flying so high.
 Like an eagle you swing in the sky.
 Flourishingly Waving in an air.
 Your skill astonished me, Take me away !

 A play of lustrous rainbow colour.
 Cascaded by a Blushing rain.
 Sensing the rhythm, flower‘s crimsoned.
 Making me feel excited, Take me away !

 Inspiring me as you without wings swiftly aviate.
 Fortunately you have a flying glance at this amazed beauty of the earth.
 Give me one chance some another day.
 Move me away, Take me away !

 People will greet me, when myself Joe will be lime lighting in the sky.
 Viewing the artistic magnifying creativity, beautified by arduous earthborn 
 mortalizing persona‘s.
 my itchy feet, move me away, Take me away !

 screaking high, conveying regards to almighty and pray for celestial peace.
 Ohhh my spice jet please take me high.
 For the god‘s sake make me fly.
 Take me away or else I will die !

 By,
 MadhaviSuyogPagare


Poem Details | by Robert Ronnow |
Categories: fear, flower, love, mystery, song, summer, weather,

The Summer Noosphere

Wet nights, warm days are what we want in the summer noosphere.
Man's mind one with weather.
If this is true, life is good, or will be good.
Can I be encouraged that my sons will find mystery on the planet
as I did?

How sweet the slow spring! May already and the canopy not out yet.
Woods quiet all winter.
Now I can't distinguish the many bird songs from where I sit.
Red maple flowers and first sugar maple leaves are, to me, the Christ
      child
that's been coming.

The ancient poems and the new make the 1/10 inch of annual topsoil
from carbon dioxide loading.
As a humanist I want everyone pursuing happiness; as a naturalist
I sometimes pray for man's destructionAs a rationalist I admit
I lack data.

O to play slow and sure, even when the tune is fastInside an aquifer
of love for the audience.
Not to fear or even necessarily obey the changing wind's
directionBeing here I breathe and make the atmosphere as seen
from outer space.

The song of the world will often take you far from yourselfThere
will be no selfHow will you know yourself?
By knowing thyme and dandelion, the blue jay from the hawk,
the heron in its swamp, black cherries and the one pear at the junction
      of the trails.
They are yourself.






Poem Details | by May Fenn |
Categories: first love, happiness, love, nature, spring, weather,

It's Spring

It’s Spring

Today I saw
A swallow fly
And spring was nigh,
An oaken branch
Puts forth its leaves
And winter grieves.
A bluebell shoot
Escapes the earth
Which gave it birth,
A black- faced lamb
With legs unfurled
Surveys the world.
White clouds parade
The heavens above
And I’m in love.


Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: autumn, beautiful, beauty, day, death, dedication, depression, desire, farewell, feelings, happiness, happy, heart, how i feel, lonely, love, poetry, seasons, september, simple, sky, spring, sun, sweet, symbolism, sympathy, uplifting, write, writing,

September Weather

Ah, the september weather is here,
the trees turn firery red and orange,
and the leaves gently fall to the surface.

Fall is here,
and the grass turns from green to yellow,
the souls of many change their ways.

From going on beaches in sun
to walking on wet streets,
with jackets on.

September weather is here,
too most it is depressing to see,
such change in the world.

But I love it.
The girlfriends and boyfriends go away,
and that makes me happy.
Then I go apple picking.

I pick red apples,
from low, hanging apple trees.
and I eat one, while walking down the trail.

Fall is here,
the time of death,
the last of sunshine.

I don't argue,
I love fall,
it is so cosy and it gives me hope.

Hope that a day will come again,
when the sun pops its head out
and the warmth returns.

September weather is the best,
when summer is gone, but not quite,
and the cool breeze sweaps through your open windowpane.

I love fall,
it gives me hope,
that with death comes life.