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Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: love, snow, spiritual, wisdom,

Cascading Love



By the breath of God frost is given..
Hast thou entered into 
the treasures of the snow?..
Out of whose womb came the ice?
and the hoary frost of heaven, 
who hath gendered it?
— Job 37:10; 38:22,29


Standing in the winter cold,
tasting the small snowflakes that fall
I think of you, my God..
and your boundless cascading love
You revealed to me the secret treasures of the snow
How each small act of kindness
is like one little glistening snowflake that the wind blow
Your love so heavenly dispersed
across the whole earth
Billions and billions of countless snowflakes,
I open my mouth wide to taste
So much heavenly love cascading down;
I see the virgin snow shining all around,
as more snowflakes of love fall to the ground
Your godly wisdom shows us
that the heart of man wax cold
So You reveal the warmth of Your endless love
in the form of the falling snow
Your evergreen shower of white love covers the whole earth
Each small snowflake 
represents an act of pure faith birth love
given to each individual
Billions and billions of souls,
and billions of countless yet-to-be more
Be fruitful and multiply God said:
Let the whole earth abound with love
I see the snowflakes of cascading charity
shed abroad from the heavens above
Such pure, falling white love 
Oh, how the cold feels so warm!
So much infinite love cascading down
Your love, my God, truly transforms
And more snow, more snow.more snowflakes
keep falling out from the storm — 
like hoar frost manna
falling down from the sky
They’re heavenly tears of joy..
descending, 
gently melting in my mind
Of whose falling,
I now know the meaning why


Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: love, spiritual, truth, wisdom,

Invisible Colors



About our first parents,
here’s something beautiful to know
Adam was created perfect,
and from out of him, Eve followed
God said to His Son:
You and I, We are One 
Lets make them like us,
in Our image color them invisible
Give them one rainbow soul,
two spirits with hearts of gold
But the most precious gift of all,
God gave them a skin of faith
So they could live under the Son,
bathing in the bright rays 
of His love, free and unafraid
Using invisible colors,
is how Adam and Eve were body painted
With a faith paintbrush,
their children were meant to be picture perfect sainted
God made us all in His image — 
beautiful invisible colors
God said teach your children this one thing:
to love one another
God said to Adam and Eve:
your children are all sisters and brothers
For I have blessed them, you see,
to look like My Son and Me — 
Pure and holy invisible colors
We were meant to be fruitful and abound,
growing in love for one another
And I will confess right now:
We are One.everybody connected to each other
And I love you and you and you,
for you are all my sisters and brothers
Looking good in our spiritual skin:
beautiful invisible colors.
beautiful invisible colors


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: appreciation, art, care, family, love, wife, wisdom,

In Such Intense Flames, An Eternity May Be Born

In Such Intense Flames, An Eternity May Be Born

Hold your dreams, bind them with rainbow beams
tumble sweetly and let heart's passion arise
sow the seeds that love gives passion's great might
that Life and Love both gift oft in joyful surprise.

With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.

Embrace those blessings that truest romance bestows
caress them with care and taste their honey sweet
let spring forth, memories that forever shall live
for gems of purest love, never suffer indignant defeat.

With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.

Chase your heart's desire, revel in its glorious touch
kindle such heat, stoke fantasy and its hottest of fires
for in such intense flames, an eternity may be born
even after glow of passion's saddest of funeral pyres.

With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.

Robert JLindley , 10-14-2018
Rhyme, ( Looking Back, Ages Ago)

Poet's Note- Dedicated to my great friend and writing partner, Susan Ashley

Inspired by and composed after my reading of Susan Ashley's superbly crafted new poem titled, The Glory Of The Eastern EdgeThank you dear friend for  seeding this burst of early morn writing
This revisiting of the romantic imaginations of my youth-  reminds me now of the immense love and great blessings of my beloved wife Riza and the most cherished blessing of our beloved son Justin.
What once was lost, much later has been found..


Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: desire, lost love, love, wisdom,

MY HYPOCRISY

Were I to know your depth’s degree
I’d want to dive quite fearlessly
give all the things required of me
to plunge into our destiny.

Were I to touch the heaven’s gate
I’ll even bear hell’s jealous hate
for being in this tortured state
you’ll see that I’m your destined fate.

Were I to scale the steepest height
of friendship's pleasure and delight
I’d want to share our deep insight
fun and laughter each day and night.

Were I to taste your sweetest kiss
I’d want to stay, that I won’t miss
for too long I did wait for this
the moment our souls meet…a bliss.

Were I to hear your heart’s desire
I'd want to touch, feel the fire
the fiercest heat while wind and choir
rise to the highest notes of lyre.

Were I to hold the strength of yours
absorb the substance of your force
I’d want to leave a charted course
and row with passion’s guiding oars.

Were I to ride the ocean’s waves
before it feeds the tempest’s graves
I’d want the shelter your heart saves
for you my love, it’s I… who craves.

But, were you to ask this of me 
be your true love eternally
I still cannot accept, you see
…this is my sad hypocrisy.

So I'll pretend not loving you
I'd rather hurt ourselves in lieu
of people who shared our lives' hue
before my world got splashed by you.


KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
What is Your Hypocrisy Contest - 1st Place
08 April 2015


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: encouraging, family, humanity, life, love, truth, wisdom,

Bit Of Truth And Wisdom, Found In Old Age

Bit Of Truth And Wisdom, Found In Old Age

At that age wisdom says life is a joke
consider blindness of other poor folk.
Stop to ponder why on earth we exist
you may just find giving on that big list.

To live well, love hard and thus procreate
easy to see easier to relate.
Living life together with your soulmate
should be a part of everybody's Fate!

Finding life is not about what you got
should be holding solid, number one spot
Tis more about life lived well and deeper
with one you found, knew to be a keeper

If long life, happiness is your great aim
if reaching not for it, you are to blame!

Robert JLindley, 1-16-2017
Sonnet


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, deep, farm, hope, life, love, wisdom,

Truth Found, Recovery Of A Broken Soul

Truth Found, Recovery Of A Broken Soul

1.
In nightmarish dreams he found such great dread
Of lost hope, life's decay, eyes of the dead.
Day's clear lights his damaged mind repaired
Deep traps from which his heart had been ensnared.
In sunshine he felt life's returning glows
Erase night pains and darkest of its blows.
As sun waned and shadows of dark arrived
He felt again, joy vanquished, love deprived.

2.
What of this devilish, persistent foe
With such powers, its broken claws regrow.
Hope alone, can evil be defeated
Or must Fate decree, his life be cheated.
In sun's bright shining hours his heart grew bold
Oft from tales of warriors of old.
On such bright days his thoughts returned to her
Destroyed dark powers that made life a blur.

3.
Where deepest love passions reign, hope survives
For in man's inner soul, true love revives.
Times and cherished moments serve to remind
With love's great truth, one can never go blind.
Standing firm with knowledge of man's powers
One can face even darkest of dark-hours.
Faith, love and hope are the right paths to take
All the rest are results of blind mistakes.

4.
Armed with newfound wisdom and clearer path
He had weapons to overcome Fate's wrath.
Every night before falling fast asleep
Head bowed, he recited prayers true and deep.
As new dawn's brighter lights came, his heart knew
Torments were over, as joys in life grew.
Found true, cursed Fate can be defeated
If one but lives, each day truth is greeted.

8-24-2017



Poem Details | by Brenda Chiri |
Categories: beauty, longing, love, soulmate, surreal, true love, wisdom,

Soulmate

Maybe our girlfriends are our soul-mates And guys are just people to have fun with. To say that one waits a lifetime for his soul-mate To come around is a paradox People eventually get sick of waiting, Take a chance on someone, And by the art of commitment become soul-mates, Which takes a lifetime to perfect It is an absolute human certainty that No one can know his own beauty or perceive A sense of his own worth until it has been reflected Back to him in the mirror of another loving, Caring human being. What’s the difference?” I asked. “Between the love of your life and your soul-mate..? One is a choice, and one is not.... I believe in the immeasurable power of love; That true love can endure any circumstance And reach across any distance. I want to be the best version of myself for anyone Who is going to someday walk into my life And need someone to love them beyond reason. Love doesn't make the world go 'round; Love is what makes the ride worthwhile. Don't look for a soul mate. Make one -- out of the complex fabric of the human being already with you. Instructions are never included They vary with the strength of your ability to see, The measure of your selective blindness, The limits of your mercy, and the intensity of your desire…… When you loved someone and had to let them go, There will always be that small part of yourself that whispers, What was it that you wanted and why didn't you fight for it? When you’re in love, You’re capable of learning everything And knowing things you had never dared even to think, Because love is the key to understanding of all the mysteries.. Beauty is the purest feeling of the soul Beauty arises when soul is satisfied Don't worry about finding your soul mate Find yourself A soul mate is not found A soul mate is recognized Before you find your soul mate, you must first discover your soul...!!!


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: betrayal, divorce, freedom, money, wisdom,

How much do I love thee

How much do I love thee
Let me tabulate all the ways

I bought you a new Mercedes
	With gold plated tire rims
I bought you a humongous diamond ring
	The size fit for all Royals and King
I bought you a store of the finest lingerie
	Secrets still held at the door by decree
I bought you a garden of roses so red
	My love was surely in bloom, or so they all said
I bought you a ticket to heavens pearly gates
	So that in paradise you’d have not to even wait
I bought you your very own private Lear jet
	To see the world through champagne eyes
My love was a vault and you emptied it dry
	My heart has now learned to never cry

How much do you love me?
Your lawyer seems to know

You claimed mental duress
	Suffering under such stress
The Mercedes was the wrong color so I am told	
	I should have known, pink, not gold
The diamond ring was too heavy to wear
	Your back injuries caused you painful despair
The lingerie didn’t cover you just right
	So medical ailments kept you up many a nights
The roses in bloom where not the right flower
	Your allergies they caused, thus making you sour
The ticket to heaven you plain out refused
	Said it was one way, and that just wouldn’t do!
You had no issues riding my Lear jet 
	You rode the pilot as well, a mile high kinda bet
My love you tossed into the bin out in back
	The divorce lawyer smiles at me, saying she sure is great in the sack 

The moral of the Story is this!
If you are sitting at the table, and
You see a few beetles scurrying about
Maybe even whistling a tune or two
Listen carefully to what they say


Poem Details | by David Meade |
Categories: courage, death, love, memory, wisdom,

Dancing in the Rain -- ALS



Sitting in a house a home
Across from a husband and a wife

I look at her
Saddens fills the orbs of her dark eyes
Her breathing short shallow inhalations
Panic and fear waiting to pounce
My heart pleads for her be strong

I look at him
His eyes bright projecting confidence, love
Strapped into his wheelchair 
This once mighty man 
Is trapped in a body that betrayed him

I close my computer
Finished dreams shared
Hope and desires expressed
A way forward captured
Time for me to go

But the questions remain
Life    Death   Why?
Why him?  
His family?
Why?

I hear strokes on a keyboard
A mechanical voice vibrates from small speakers
“May I pray?”
This broken man is not done
I close my eyes feeling the moisture leaking out

“Greet each day with a smile”
“Dance in the rain” 
“Embrace love and rejoice”
“Be strong and fear not”
“There is victory over death”
“Life Eternal life!”

This broken man with the unbroken spirit
Is ministering to me, to his family
Dying but still concerned for the living
What an incredible love, a powerful faith
Living and dying well

Listening to his typing, I realize 
I have no power over the eternal questions
Of life  of death 
But God does
This limitation of my humanity is NOT
So I can wallow in despair – NO!
But so I can hope in God!

Thank-you my dear friend
I will never forget you
Your words of hope and love
Your faith
Dancing in the rain.


Note:  My friend died six months after this meeting.




David Meade
Love Generously
June 13, 2015  


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: absence, art, beauty, birthday, blue, love, wisdom,

The Little One is Three

I see his smiles
His sisters laughter in the breeze
I confess a cold heart, warmed

When though will I be free?
From the pain of long ago years
From tears that soaked my humanity away
	I love you all
if only I could stay
   	Life seems so trivial

so when I float away
	who will

Blow out the candles
	as cake and happiness are eaten away

		ahhhhh
	
We never met
You and I

	An war or crime or crippled thoughts
	Shall never stop
	The celebration of birthday dreams
	Friendships never lost


The wishing well is full
Illuminated by an intrinsic brightness



Poem Details | by Verlena S. Walker |
Categories: deep, love, lust, song, wisdom, woman,

LOVE STORY

LOVE STORY
The breeze is in my hair. The moon is gleaming behind me. The love I feel is everlasting. Cadence of my soul. Show me your happiness Share, my love. Laugh with me Our destiny is mixed with pleasure. Our essence treasured. Come walk with me in the garden. Alive - Let's reach our ultimate…high. Smile, darling smile Kiss me with your eyes. Forever we are. Champagne we drink To toss our uniting. You feel my sylph A fulfilled spirit. This journey succumbs me. I am free for you to love. Embrace your ideas Let the breeze come in. Dance to the ecstasy. Release all your fears. Capture this time As our minds, intertwine. Laugh with me Inflection of my soul. Show me your happiness. Share, my love. A majestic dynasty Our empire In time Now! Here we stand You and I forever. No obstacles have formed. You are my one and only. Woman, smile Kiss me with your eyes. Forever we are. Thrive - Let's reach our ultimate…highs. This is our life... Together This is our existence... Forever Ardor love Justified by God Come walk with me in the garden As we write our love story.
MY PHILOSOPHY
Man is manHis skin is what makes difference His upbringing differentiates This is, he states, “God's way.” DARK SUNSHINE - VSW _________________________________________| PENNED ON AUGUST 03, 2014!


Poem Details | by Pashang Salehi |
Categories: love, mountains, sunshine, wisdom,

Mother Nature

                  Mother Nature..

I see a mountain, wake me up there.
Tired of dreaming, no time to spare.
I will be flying soberly drunk.
I am just living, don’t ask me where.

There will be some light full of delight.
I am tired of darkness and night.
I will be drinking, drinking the dew.
Thanking the sunshine, shining so bright.

I am waiting and waiting to see.
Watching your sunset under a tree,
Seeking for wisdom, seeking your path,
Flying toward you, dancing with glee.

I am so lonely, sky is my friend.
Talking and smiling, so I pretend.
I will be seeing, you in my dreams.
Waiting and hoping how this will end.

Tell me where you are, I am abused.
Lots and lots of pain used and misused
Tell me what to do, I am so lost.
It is no wonder, I am confused.


4/16/2017    Haloo

* I named the painting " Mother Nature"It is acrylic on canvas.
I removed the painting so I can put a new one...


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: appreciation, humanity, love, wisdom, woman, women,

Fairer, Indeed

WOMEN..

Truly amaze me..
They possess the super-human

Strength to birth a child - one of
The most painful and demanding
Feats of endurance known to our
Species - yet they have the
Self-confidence to be meek and

Tender, with the gentle and sweet
Fortitude needed for motherhood..
They have the extraordinary insight
To look into your eyes and know
What you're feeling.they can be

Completely confident in who they
Are, and yet totally vulnerable in
Who they want to be.they can
Have the strength of ten men in
Bearing young, and the sexuality to

Bring a hundred men to their knees..
They are at one moment the most
Simple creatures in their need for
Love, and at the next so complicated
That they are unfathomable..

They can be the most loving and
Accepting people you've ever
Known, or the most frighteningly
Fierce and formidable foes
Imaginable.they can lay bare

Their soul before you and give it
Up with passion, or build walls so
Strong that nothing but time can
Bring them down.they can let
You believe, in their confidence,

That you are the strongest being
Alive, or remind you that the very
Fires of Hell are at their beck-and-call..
They are EACH and ALL an amazing
Creation of utter perfection and

Grace, and like brittle snowflakes,
Uniquely wondrous and different
In every way, at one moment a
Mystery beyond comprehension,
And at the next, the most delightfully

Familiar soul you've ever encountered..
Their tears flow as freely as their
Laughter, and they are as spiritual as
They are sensible.they measure
Their own elegance by how they

Feel INSIDE.about themselves.
They are at once outspoken and
Demure.they may need to be
Held and told everything will be
Alright, or they may need to take

The lead and be honored.they
May want to hear about your
Wildest dreams, or need you to
Really LISTEN to how they feel..
They may want YOU to take control

And show them your deepest desires,
Or they may need to have their
Every wish fulfilled.they may want
You to be endlessly mysterious, then
Lay bare your broken spirit on the

Altar of their passionA woman may
Want to look perfect, with every hair
And detail in place, or she may run wild
Through the rain.she may share the
Fires of her deepest lust and desires,

Or she may make you feel the cold
Regard of her wrath.she may want
You to be firm and forward, and then
Desire only tenderness and care..
She may cry at your funniest joke,

Or laugh at your saddest story, and
Expect you to understand.she
May howl at the moon in madness,
Yet require you to keep her sane..
She may endear you with her ferocity,

Then frighten you with her kindness.
She may love you more in her anger
Than she ever could in her joy, or
Adore you for your carelessness,
Yet despise you for your attention.

A woman is the perfect vessel and
The ultimate contradiction, on
The pedestal one moment, and
At your feet the nextTheir bodies
Are warm and cold, salty and sweet,

Rough and smooth, with hidden
Wonders and responses all their own,
First trembling at your lightest touch,
Then needing the firm press of flesh,
Every soft inch a sublime adventure,

Every subtle curve a joy.but
Their minds are keen and as
Sharp-edged as any razor.they
Can cut you with their words and
Their stare, then leave you bleeding..

They are elation and anger, vigor
And vulnerability, coyness and
Carnality.in a moment they
Can drag you through hell, or carry
You to heaven.they can be angel

Or demon, mother or daughter,
Temptress or torturer.they can
Make you the king of their heart,
Or remind you of your absolute
Insignificance.they are told from

Birth that they are inferior to men -
Weaker, softer, more fragile - yet
Despite that they are more determined,
More durable, more wise, more
Diligent, more deft, more caring,

More tenacious, more hard-working,
And more intuitive, than most three
Men put together.they can be
Great moms or be great boxers..
They can be successful professionals

Or stay-at-home wives, they can
Do most jobs as well as any man,
And do a hundred other things that
Many men are never even taught!
They can teach, fight, love, paint,

Play drums, be weightlifters,
Ballerinas, truck drivers, nurses,
Army sergeants, cooks, seamstresses,
Basketball players, florists, pharmacists,
Doctors, lawyers.women can

Wear dresses or they can wear work
Pants, they can wear toe shoes or
They can wear hockey skates,
They can wear ponytails or they
Can wear hard hats, they can wear

Steel-toed boots or they can wear
Stilettos, they can wear overalls
Or miniskirtsI believe that one
Of the primary reasons that they
Have been marginalized for so

Many centuries, is that men knew
That if women ever DID start doing
The things that men have always done,
Everyone would find out that women
Were BETTER at 99% of those things,

And would start demanding equal pay
And equal rights! That is starting to
Come to pass, and I think it scares
Many men.women are told their
Whole lives what they CAN'T do, yet

They spend their whole lives doing
Things that many men are incapable
Of, things that men don't care to
Do or want to do or have to do..
Men are intent on making a living,

Yet women are what we live FOR..
Women have forever lived in the
Shadow of men, but men would
HAVE no shadow without the
Sunlight that women shine on our

Lives.if Woman really WAS made
After Man, it's because the Creator
Didn't get human beings right the
First time, and perfected the species
With the female version.and most

Of all, no matter how much you
Learn about them, or how much
You may know of all these things
I've touched on, or how much you
Listen and absorb what they tell

You about themselves, you will
Never, ever, EVER, understand them..
Yet there is absolutely NOTHING in
Heaven or earth, that is as wonderfully
Sexy and sublime, entertaining and

Enticing, intently intense, or
Imperfectly perfect, as..

WOMEN


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: appreciation, hope, love, wisdom,

Beggars Can't


I am faceless

Tattered by actuality

Heart thrumming in my ears

Blind to prospects

Voiceless.soundless


Yet I scream, mute

Face to the sky, I wail like a fiend

Hailing the heavens like a forsaken angel

Above, the sucking expanse

A mocking roar of silence that drips, somber


And bleaches my bones black.indelible.

Of those most dear, I brood

Ever-near, in my visceralities

The joy and regard that but their mention imbues

Sings through my blood like a brand


And buoys my spirit, steadfast.

They ARE my heart, after all

My essence.my worth

Is this longing, then, but folly?

Should it NOT be the spur of my marrow


To hope for a shard's requital.in love?

In tender, affectionate intent?

Or even in, dare say, (desperate).pity?

Even that, I'd surely embrace..

Oh, yes.even that.




* SECOND PLACE in the "Any Poem Won In A Contest In November" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor*

* FIRST PLACE in the "Contest Number 355" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor**


Poem Details | by Brenda Chiri |
Categories: break up, desire, destiny, longing, lost love, true love, wisdom,

Half of Being A Loving Whole

We are only half until were whole
I thought I was before we met  
Now I know how whole can feel
If I could step back into time     
To find you before you do her
I can't and that's what hurts 
Destined to live life as only half
I have no regrets in finding you 
Showed me what true happiness could be
Even though the times not right at least I know
Good man that you are, must love me from afar
It won’t keep me warm at night, but it will my heart
  
Our crazy love is in the multiverse
Until the next life that we share
Just hold me forever in your heart
As I hold you deep in mine
Because I know I must let you go

Once I asked you “Why is one’s greatest love hurt the most?
“How your greatest joy be the worst pain in your life?”	
Your reply “The irony of life makes it worth living!”
“Pain begets pleasure it’s the cycle of life!”
I asked, “Is it possible for a Happily Ever After, my love?”
Your reply “Perhaps but it comes with a price!”
Not understanding thenNow I fully comprehend

If you ever find in life yourself when you cant go on
Reach out to me I’m forever here until dead and gone! 


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: blessing, dream, farewell, forgiveness, judgement, love, wisdom,

The Dream, The Judgement And The Final Plea

The Dream, The Judgement And The Final Plea


If my beating heart were to be graded,
Through clear prism of hidden things not oft seen;
Let it be judged by memories faded,
Tho' once pretty as verdant grass is green.

There with blindness removed, pray thee not err
For muddied waters defy truest intent;
As all my life and love, was given her,
Such was not wrong, thus no need I repent.

From her soft heart's beating, she gave her all
Nights in loving splendor, we did embrace;
With her sweet smile greeting my every call,
Her great gift was found to be Heaven's grace.

Thou parted, death can not our love destroy,
Destiny once charted, tho' now no more;
Judge not harsh, follies of young girl and boy,
Should my path, be to a different shore.

Forgive mistakes made, youthful confusion.
We both being too young and filled with pride.
I pray thee jump to no wrong conclusion;
All my great sins I dare not try to hide!

Know this, I loved and wanted to keep her,
And in both pounding hearts, love was sublime;
True now, I am truly lost without her,
Perhaps best judge me as bad, end my time.

Ask I thee,  please grant this one more favor,
Allow this wretch to give her one last kiss;
See her smile, touch her lips, taste her flavor,
Die remembering all that I will miss.

Robert JLindley, 5-21-2018
Rhyme, ( Plea and Judgement )



Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: appreciation, love, wisdom,

What Love Is



L ove is the one force transcending all others,

O pens those hearts that adversity smothers,

V irtuous, to vanquish all hate, fear and doubt, 

E nduring, immortal, and ALL.life's.about.




~ 2nd Place ~  in the "A Four Line Poem On What Is Love" Poetry Contest, Faraz Ajmal, Judge & Sponsor.

(Eleven syllables per line, as per HowManySyllables.com)


Poem Details | by Gabrielle Jordan |
Categories: i am, introspection, love, perspective, society, wisdom,

She

she always knew
her shadow of grey  
would never inspire 
moments 
of amber gold and olive

her residence had been a tapestry
of silent tolerance 
questioned by fear 
of who she really was 

she shuffled
from place to place
and back
committing only if she new
a way out

so often
no one really knew of her worth

it would get erased
each time she closed a door

as she often did

for most
she arrived
as a magnificent spark
burning incredible moments 
of forever imprints

just as quickly 
a candle quivering  
unsettled afterthoughts 
to those who tried 
to latch to her light

but 

she had never lived 
what others considered

life

it was an illusion that she
never understood
one to sorrowful to 
settle her sensitive stem

it would smother her oxygen 
and sift her energy 

when her heart finally
had enough of the farcical

she would lock her walls
fold her life
and paint her windows black

she would sit in hush
waiting
for any like one
to come
to water

no one ever did

when the wound became absolute
she ran away from herself

aloof to the weight of moments
anchored to her heart

no longer questioning or reasoning
but content to
not be
until 
there was no more

she sat in silent playgrounds
listening to children laughing
she enjoyed the indulgence
of a soft encounter with hope

she watched as the 
last crimpled leaf 
fell from its tree
dangling in a winters breath

she found pleasure knowing 
that life existed and when over
could walk gently away with no
hesitation or need to stay 

she was the swimmer
who contently dove
every evening
into an ocean of sand

her breath was a privilege 
rewarded moment by moment

a mirror reflecting her smile
could no longer see

the mirror had found faith
to console all of her 
unseen tangled wounds

watching a flowing river
with daffodils and garbage
the journey became her solace
all else was smoke

It was then 
she would remember

emptiness floats into butter colored warmth 
because it needs to heal

sadness was the addiction of re-living anything
that ever made our hearts soar

perfection lives in gratitude 
of complete imperfection

imperfection 
is the essence
of hope at birth
rising 


Poem Details | by Brenda Chiri |
Categories: beautiful, blessing, love, magic, wisdom, writing,

Two Loving Pens

The words of love and longing written Leaves me amazed and really quite smitten How two can write of a love so pure A love that floats upon soft allure Is enough to make a heart skip a beat Yes, when read is such a delicious treat Two pens whose words don't mix but blend Telling of a love that will never end Two poets who share the same ink Writing poetry that's leaves my cheeks pink Words giving beauty that they make Emotions within that are never fake Two take words as they can tell a story Sharing with us a deep love and its glory


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: analogy, love, relationship, together, wisdom,

Would You Still Love Me

Would you still love me?

Perchance I was half a man
My impassioned core torn from me like raiment
Off to war in courage and heroic sacrifice
And returned as only half a person
The half that could never again serve to make love to you..
Would you still love me?

Imagine I was a monster
Deformed by happenstance or accident
Still a man in the technical sense
But with face and sinews that repulsed even himself
Though the heart and spirit you adore still thrummed inside..
Would you still love me?

What if the day came
When I lost everything of earthly value
All possessions, comforts, conveniences, and financial securities, gone
The talents and abilities and experience to support
Blown to the winds by fate or folly..
Would you still love me?

Consider if I were human, inside-out..
The fathomed dark, troubled corners of my being
Worn on hapless bones like sodden skin
The fearful ids and psyches laid bare
Free to dance like a demon for the porcelain moon..
Would you still love me?

And pray, what if I were YOU
And you were the reflection of all that your dreams dare weave
The horror and ecstasy that awakens you in the night
Turns to ice on your barren skin
And chokes the screams from your chest..
Would you..

Could you still love me??




Written and submitted on December 21, 2018
For the "Would You Still Love Me?" Poetry Contest
Edward Ibeh, Judge & Sponsor


Poem Details | by michael wise |
Categories: love, pain, perspective, wisdom,

Last Hope

It's easier to tear things down
than it is to build
Fewer every day have love
many more are killed

Some would rather look away
than to lend a hand
when a needy person's day
doesn't go as planned

Ripping someone else apart
by word of mouth or pen
is the latest social craze
done time and time again

You just insulted someone's mom
with fingertips on keys
but never knew she's suffering
a horrible disease

That young girl who is overweight
your comments cut her deep
and you all had a hearty laugh
like herds of rabid sheep

Some who came across your path
had nowhere else to go
but hatred and sarcastic wit
were all you cared to show

People aren't obstacles
to roughly push aside
humanity is family
from which one cannot hide

Strangers might be future friends
whose names you don't yet know
just open up your hearts and minds
and see where life will go

I shouldn't have to say these things
they should be understood
but human beings typically
choose evil over good

Spread kindness everywhere you go
so little is the cost
for it could easily be you
whose life is nearly lost

Let someone lean upon you
if they find it hard to cope
you never know when you'll be called
to be someone's last hope


Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: adventure, car, change, confusion, culture, cute love, destiny, lost, love, meaningful, metaphor, miss you, missing, missing you, motivation, passion, people, philosophy, places, proposal, remember, romantic, science, senses, simple, smart, social, spoken word, symbolism, time, travel, true love, visionary, wisdom,

Roads

the shortest road
is the one that you know
the longest road
is the one that you love


Poem Details | by Carol Eastman |
Categories: caregiving, childhood, fantasy, funny love, humorous, imagination, wisdom,

Dragons Wish

One night while stargazing, Dragon and I, got to see a falling star… descend.
I thought that would be great, so I told him he could make a wish on them…
But Dragon’s are really quite unique, and don’t always think, like you and me
No, NOT at all! And you should believe, things began to unravel, immediately:

About to make that wish… He realized the moon descends every night.
And the sun descends, like the moon… every single day, at every Twilight.
Becoming horrified that so many wishes had gone by him, totally unused!
He decided to wish upon the star, that all past wishes, can now come, to be used.

There is logic here, I think, as Dragon hordes things; he’d do it with wishes, too.
When I tried to explain, that’s not how wishes work, they have to be rare and few.
With falling stars, it has to come from one, that came to ground, willing to share.
Now Dragon is a stubborn thing and decided, I wanted them all for myself, to snare.

He stomped his foot, as the 2 year old he is, crying he didn’t want to share not one.
So I patiently explained that there are bigger stars everywhere, bigger than our sun!
He was sure I’d done him wrong and had lied, after all, his eyes are very keen.
The bigger, the better, and our sun was the biggest thing, that he had ever seen!

It’s brightness has gobs of power, in fact, I’d said it powers all the Earth, he recalled.
So its wish couldn’t be small… he said it’s not nice, to not share, with him at all.
Now a tantrum was about to ensue, from our 2 year old who’d skipped his nap.
And don’t forget he’s a Dragon, too! It wasn’t a good idea to fall into this trap!

Some things are better to not go throughWhy fight the battle, if you can stop the war?
In the end I took that wish… and wished I’d never took him on that wishful tour.
You know what? I did find that peace finally came back and did preside, in a wink.
As I got his blankie for his bed, and tucked him in so nice and neat, I paused to think.

Next year would be a better time, to view the meteor showers, after we both have…
A well-deserved napDon’t you think? When he’s a tad more grown up, I did add…
Besides my wishes, in the past, have served me well, as they brought him here to me.
And I ’d need one more wish this year, to help him when flying… to not hit the trees!


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: longing, love, wine, wisdom, universe,

Call me, Call me

Crazy

If their is one breathing angel left in the universe
I do plead
Tell the gal to call me

If she has a heart, even of coal
Let me be the furnace
To burn her passions

If she doesn’t care
Let me care for both
Let the clouds carry us away

If I am a fool 
Let me dream
Of a magical time and place

When I listened to her sweet beautiful grace
Her voice the melody
Of my fantasy

Let me be
Let my love free
Call me and whisper to me

Sweet nothings


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, allegory, analogy, anger, angst, blue, change, character, conflict, confusion, corruption, courage, cry, dark, depression, desire, emo, emotions, fear, first love, growth, hate, heartbroken, introspection, life, lonely, longing, loss, love, lust, miss you, missing, missing you, senses, sorrow, wisdom, world,

It Can't Be Real

A truth in rage of insult furrows my mind
For it is only an offense given to me by myself
In the mouths of others far innocent than I
I feel the tears trickle down my cheeks
For I have surfaced into an ugly mistake
I am always inadequate in this brain
I try to shine like the advice of grace given
But confidence rarely rears its head my way
There’s a sort of shade blocking its way
A shade that darkens everyday

That very shade led me to believe my feelings are wrong
That I will never belong so long as they are not controlled
I must be careful—for the lines of love and lust run cold
I hate myself truly this night
And no one but myself will give me the right
The very right to degrade my every being
Because you are not seeing what I am seeing

There is no point
My lines run cold
Can I be so bold as to say
I still love with a pang of indistinguishable doubt 
All feelings enter in
As my truth blurs and checks out

Your words pierce me so deep
I cannot describe the pain I feel
God it hurts so bad
It can’t be real

Much like the love I have come to embrace
The very love that links to your face
Tears don’t give it justice

It can’t be real
Much like the love I will never face


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: adventure, beauty, history, love, wisdom,

Bianca of Venice

Venice, the daughter of the sea
Winding paths, waterways or cobblestones roads
Rulers of the renaissance, noblemen would be
Her navy full of conquests, her triumphs all would see

From nobility rose, a woman fair
Her life a whirlwind, with her share of despair
Banished from Venice, for daring to speak
Her desires and wit, did many a man seek

The golden rose the pope did give
As she fled to Florence, so young and deceived
Her strength in spirit and a mind so refined
Her friend Marco, the captain, with whom she dined

He parted his wisdom as best he could
He sailed victorious, for Bianca he should
His secret was safe out on the seas
Which is why he and Bianca, could never be

Her royal blood would keep her in stead
As nobility in Florence would turn their heads
Francesco indeed would commission a palazzo
For Bianca his mistress, in waiting, his queen

The Grand Duchy of Florence, all powers bestowed
A seeker of knowledge, of wisdom composed
His Austrian wife, alone, cold and barren
Could not compete, with his love yet to be

They danced, they confided, in each they held
A love of intellect, beauty and lust to be feld
And sadly, one day, the enemies of Venice
Plotted and schemed to bring about a demise

The poison was swift, and an era did end
In a villa in Florence, Francesco was dead
Bianca his love, her beauty unblemished
Fell by his side, and whispered to thee

My dear, my love, it was meant to be

Bianca Cappello (1548 – 17 October 1587)

Note: OK OK I invented 1 new word, that's what poets do


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 Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, care, day, dedication, desire, devotion, feelings, first love, for her, garden, girl, god, happiness, happy, heart, how i feel, i love you, light, love, miracle, moon, morning, night, paradise, poetry, power, red, romance, romantic, rose, sky, smile, storm, summer, sun, truth, uplifting, wisdom, woman,

Pursue Love

Pursue love,
the love that has no meaning,
the silver ports of the moon,
shine so bright,
that it blinds you in the twilight
she is beautiful and she is divine
she is the song sang by the sweet nightingales
in the gardens of worthy, overgrowning and blooming roses,
like wildfire grow tall and the thornes of the vines
tangle around her feet and drag her ever so slightly
throughout the garden of beauty.
As the roses lay along a table,
as she sits at the table
and she waits for me, the wordman
to come to the dinner table at the stroke of nine
and sit with her,
start a scene or two of romantic setting,
to pursue love in her name.
Love is around us,
the candlelight shines and reflects in her silk hair,
as her evening dress glitters and shines
and her bossom shows itself in the nightsky
as we lay together,
we pursue a dream together,
forever we live together forever,
as we stand upon the belcony of Romeo and Juliet's love scene
we swim in a pool of sweet divine care and love,
we swallow grapes and drink wine
hand and hand on Persian rugs and virgin white cloth sheets,
we dance to a simple, yet sweet Chopin's masterpiece
of his beautiful nocturnes,
which make such a sweet and romantic song in our heads.

We stomp out the flames
as we dance the night away,
and you lay in my arms,
and I kiss you upon your lovely head,
and you hold my hand,
and I hold you tight
never thinking of letting your love go away from me,
I would take my own life,
before I lose your love.
See us together,
it is a painting that lasts lifetimes,
that needs no touch-ups.
I care for you and love you!
Love me, I know you will.

My sweet and loving portrait lady,
who in reality is more beautiful than a fully bloomed rose
that sits on its green stem,
in the garden of beauty that sits outside my window.
Come up to my chambers
as I picked roses for you and pettles litter the atmosphere
as love's tension grows
and suspence brings us together,
let us make love tonight
seal the passion
and pursue love once and for all.

Then shall we wake with the first rays of the blazing of the morning sun,
I shall wake next to your beauty and glory,
and I shall point my attention to the heavens
and thank the Gods for sending you on the open road,
toward my chamber door, I call my heart.
Then we shall dress, and walk the pathways
in the garden of beauty
and I shall pick a bauquet of roses
and we shall sit by the lake and pursue our love
for one another
and nothing, not one earthquake shall shake us apart.

-9/26/2013-


Poem Details | by Denise Hopkins |
Categories: allusion, anger, baby, beautiful, betrayal, birth, creation, culture, death, desire, divorce, dream, february, flower, future, grief, heartbreak, humanity, humorous, husband, lost love, love, love hurts, meaningful, poetry, rose, sin, trust, wife, wisdom,

A bloody Rose

Roses here, Roses there, bloody roses everywhere. February brings them to our life, while others hide a broken wife. Young girls dream of their shining white knight, when do you think they'll see, it's nowhere in sight. Single men try everything to be romantic, ask every young girl, they still haven't learnt it. While romance fills their heads, I'm aware of the last lives it brought to death. The rose is not this passionate flower, butt the very thing that causes humans lives to go sour. Nine months later, in mid of November, young girls begin the day they will always remember. With the babies cry with its first breath of life, There's a dad trying to work out how to tell his wife. A family is born, and a family is broken, this is all because, of that bloody rose. written 14th of February 2017


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: allegory, love, me, wisdom,

That Precious Stone

“No one worth possessing/Can be quite possessed;/
Lay that on your heart,/ My young angry dear;
This truth, this hard and precious stone.“

 - Excerpt from Sara Teasdale’s “Advice To A Girl”

That Precious Stone

I am that precious stone
described so beautifully by
a poetess, deceased, whose wisdom shone,
so listen now, and grasp me well

My grace can make you sigh.
Though a treasure, I am not frail.
The boldest of all souls I can make cry.
I’m truth; I can be hard and cold.

A love affair may fail,
but love is not to be controlled.
Gaze long; my glitter, icy white, will tell
you of the view you need to know.

More valuable than gold,
the wisdom I possess can flow
from me to you Against your heart, just hold
me, taking in my energy!

Then let your knowledge show,
for truth, you know, can set you free.
Pure love inside you finally will grow.
Once grasped, my essence is your own.

(Inspired by Sara Teasdale's poetry
and the "Stoned Contest" of Catie Lindsey)