adventure, animal, beautiful, blessing, celebrity, funny, life,
by Poet Destroyer A |
~My Nutty Squirrel Poem~
Up in a tree, on a branch
Now you see me, now you don't!
Sneaky and fast, I'm adorable
Now, why would you hunt or shot me for fun?
Do you like, how fast I run?
I'm not just another chipmunk
Stuffing my face with nuts,
I'm classy and beautiful,
The best part of nature.....
Red pointed ears, I hear you drawing near.
Chuckle, chuckle, caffeine free
I saw you looking at my fine coat.
Fluffy and curious, touch me and I'm Calling PETA!
See YA--- Life Is Beautiful!!!
I'm stuffing these nuts back into my mouth
and Jumping onto another tree :) The End
Love The Squirrel from another World.
by Michelle Faulkner |
humor, irony, poetry, writing,
"Rhyming poems have nothing of substance to say
They're childish! Ridiculous! Silly! Passe!
What's that - 'The Raven,' fine prose, you assure?
Pshaw, a talking bird is not Literature!
'The Road Not Taken' - how indecisively trite
'Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day,' why, out of spite?
'How Do I Love Thee' - such female nonsense!
'She Walks in Beauty,' not even past tense!
'Oh Captain, my Captain', just repeats and repeats
'Death Be Not Proud' - indeed, no great feat
Rhyme is over and done, finite, dead
Give me a rambling run-on sentence, instead!"
Sure, it's easy to call Dr. Seuss poppycock
HIS books are world-famous, what have YOU got?
by elizabeth wesley |
love, me, me,
You loved me just a little
You never loved me long;
But you gave my soul serenity
And gave my heart a song.
You loved me for a moment
I found it in your eyes;
But your mouth I could not capture
By temptation or surprise.
Sweet lips that I remember
With a poignant surge of pain
As one remembers fragrance
Of the softly falling rain.
Within this world of wonder
Without warning I feel sad;
The dream I hold still haunts me
For the kiss I never had.
by Andrea Dietrich |
Understand a very simple yet important concept.
Love begins at home.
Everything else just follows.
Hatred from the world
Entails raising children with love and guidance.
Women deserve the utmost respect and support from their partners in their
Obligations as mothers to instill morals in their offspring.
Rare is the child who goes bad when love rules his home.
Ladies, demand respect, and value your precious roles as mothers.
Don’t you realize that through your children, YOU rule the world!
Written March 8, 2017 on the International Women's Day!
by Maurice Yvonne |
what do you dream of when you go to sleep at night
where do you fly to when you turn off the light
hours of travel all alone in your mind
tell me there what it is you find
together in our wake
i long for a retake
when we kiss under the heavens
i know i'm rolling all sevens
who is it that you meet in the darkness of your sleep
just you two lit by moonbeams in the ocean deep
does he look anything like me
who is he then your fantasy
i hate to invade your privacy
your dreamworld is yours to see
but in the freedom of your imagination
am i your choice in a world void of caution
September 14 2016 MY
by Robert Lindley |
art, friendship, meaningful, nature, symbolism, tree, writing,
RETREAT TO HEED OUR HONEST DEEDS
Two old oak trees weathered by winds and rain
with fallen leaves, branches and toughened bark
to shield a core of grandeur, and sustain
the wisdom borne to see the light from dark.
Two noble men aware of twilight time
both face evil world with courage and grace
Love and Nature gifts each, a life sublime
all standing with courage none can erase.
Each rooted within mother earth's great fold
weathering this world's darkest raging storms
images show lives lived regally and bold
tho' existing in weakened earthen forms.
With words of wisdom written in our seeds
we seek retreat to heed our honest deeds.
22nd June, 2018
T.J Grén & Robert Lindley
by Linda-Marie SweetHeart |
blue velvet sky caresses
pink cotton candy clouds
beneath a gold umbrella
red heartbeats breathing loud.
a yellow Sun kisses skin
of silky bronze glowation
footprints carve love in brown sand
while white waves crest formation.
green trees hide secret embrace
while purple passion prowls
viewing an orange sunset
rose petals play on towels.
silvery stars illuminate beach
as amber heavens sleep
magenta magic smiles so sweet
chase black and grey to ocean's deep.
...crayola rainbow lovers' leap ...
*Written by: Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S.
*For Tracie's Paint The World Contest ...
by Maurice Yvonne |
lost love, love hurts,
They had fought.
He left without a word...
...while she was sleeping.
She threw on the gown she had worn for him the night before,
pushed off the china vase and blooms he had given her.
She watched them fall in...s l o w...m o t i o n,
listened to them crash to the floor...
...sat on the window sill,
where the bouquet and container had been.
She proclaimed to the world "c'est la vie!".
She was alone
but at least...
...she was the only flower.
Sponsor: Judy Konos
Contest Name: c'est la vie
by Vince Suzadail Jr. |
children, world, time,
The innocence lost so long ago
The undying faith we used to know
The gentle rain of a summer's skies
You can find it all in your child's eyes.
The world was right one time it seems
And we could reach beyond our dreams
To meet a challenge of any size
That fire still burns in your child's eyes.
In a world of anger and miscontent
And the frustrations of a life misspent
And you wait in fear as the storms arise
You can still find peace in your child's eyes.
Take the time for all those things
Hear his words: feel the joy he brings
There is no hate; there are no lies
There is only love in your child's eyes.
by Frederic Parker |
Along the feathered edge, a red sun-sets
To bind the evening in dreams eyes explore
Two hearts will greet, till' paradise begets
Love leaves impressions as waves swirl to shore
These caps of white will churn warmly the sand
The world will pass, the change of light is missed
Lonely eyes search for their yearning dreamland
When lips taste fire in a hungry kiss
As night arrives to shelter silhouettes
Soft is the sea to these two souls afar
In a twilight's pulse when the tide resets
And hands hold tight to await the Daystar
The fate of these lovers sealed in evermore
Tomorrow's memory from the seashore
by Arturo Michael |
color, life, poems,
Paint the world of words so bright
Brush the canvas with pure delight
Be the rainbow coming out of a storm
The sunrise of a beautiful morn
Paint the world as you would wish
For what is written expresses it
Hearts maybe black or blue
A bright smile colors I love you
Paint it as a blind man sees
Hear it as the deaf conceives
Blank spaces upon your walls
Interpretations are meant for all
Paint the world and let it be
You are you and I am me
No left,right or middle lanes
Colors are one and the same…write your name
by Honestly J.T. |
america, for her, for him, friend, friendship, growth, how i feel, international, journey, love, racism, school, social, together, truth, uplifting,
Love is not a color,
No hue, neither a race.
All of our blood is the same,
That runs deep within our veins.
If we could lift up each other,
And know that we all care.
If we help our sisters and brothers,
There's a bond that we'll share.
©2013 Honestly JT
by Elaine George |
beauty, god, me, prayer,
I am a wish, a prayer, from mortals lips
That reached heaven and touched God’s fingertips
And returned to earth wrapped in flesh and blood
A gift from God’s unconditional love
So love and cherish me as God does you
And guide and teach me well in all I do
And together, a garden we will grow
Filled with the fragrant beauty of the rose
And on the day I reach maturity
And feel the need like leaves to leave the tree
To show the world the colors that are me
Rejoice in all the beauty that you see
For I am your child the gift that God gave
No More than a wish and a prayer - away.
by Andrea Dietrich |
Where Luna treads
are silver threads,
the wisps of clouds that slide
through sky of night,
and shining white,
they part so she might glide
dark twilight’s blue
with slow and regal grace.
And to our world,
with aspect pearled,
she turns a beaming face.
She casts her glow
on those below
who love her mystery. . .
who reverence her
as with allure,
she dances on the sea.
The lovers sigh
as by and by,
the night fades into day.
And in their dreams
she softly gleams
before she slips away.
For Caren Krutsinger's 'A Contest About a Goddess or God - Not THE God' Poetry Contest
by Swetha Vangaveti |
She: I have no one to shower love upon me.
He: "I" love you
She: You are a busy man. You don't have time for anything. You neither wish me on my birthday nor text me ever. You never speak sugary sweet words to me.
He: I "LOVE" you
She: I have neither family nor friends, I possess neither wealth nor any riches, I have no education nor do I have any knowledge of the world.
He: I love "YOU"
Her eyes melted and his heart filled with joy.
by Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart |
funny love, woman,
With her flair for chasing inspiration
She draws you in her reason
Connecting dots and constellations
She takes you by the hand
Her world as messy as her mind
You need a guide
And as you wade through her chaff
Her heaps of half thoughts
Her every whim expressed
The only thing you know for sure is
Out there exists
Contest Name: Disarray
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
by Tim Smith |
Satin streaks of sun filter her golden ray
and with a glimpse of beauty float away
carry off my dreams
to bountiful fields of white
where innocence plays
on a sun shiny day
carry her free
show her angelic heights
amid visions of white
star cover nights
the daisy has called
share your petals
with the world
let go my guiding hand
surround yourself in splendor
and with the new dawn shine
by Isaiah Zerbst |
animal, girl, happiness, innocence,
This world of trouble soon will pass
For there beyond the crystal glass
A lamb and lion tread the grass
Beside a lass, beside a lass
This cord of present time shall break
And hate and fear shall flee and quake
Oh, may all vice this earth forsake!
And love awake! And love awake!
Oh, see him walk 'neath mighty trees!
The king of beasts; what strength and ease!
Yet now content this lass to please
Her hand to tease, her hand to tease
Behold! A pleasant form and face!
The child of beauty crowned with grace!
Fair Una treads at even pace
A better place, a better place
~ The form is Monotetra~
~Based on the painting 'Una and the Lion' by Briton Riviere.
by Ken Carroll |
beautiful, devotion, growth, love, romantic,
The night it is barren
from inland to the sea
but I am the one who loves you
you are not alone.
Tonight the sky is empty
stars fall in the sea
I am the light to guide you
do not wish to be alone.
If the world becomes deserted
all eyes you see are sad
I will smile for you
you will never be alone.
Sleeping I dreamed you
awake I keep dreaming
I dream because you love me
and I am not alone.
It is sometimes madness
a longing absentee
call it love
and we are not alone...
by Maurice Yvonne |
with your delicate little hand
with your long slender fingers
you touched my lips
my heart was beating like a baby bird flying for the first time
the two of us were sharing less than one person's space
as our lips met
the planet went silent
the hurricane of day to day life
calmed down to a soothing breeze
the whole world froze
our private moment
now I know
they weren't banished
Adam and Eve
with its explosive sense of peace
on the other side of this kiss
Mar. 1 2016
by Andrea Dietrich |
One summer in a garden at midnight,
I chanced upon an angel standing where
the moon made a mosaic with its light.
He must have come from heaven; oh how fair
his alabaster skin and eyes of blue!
The guardian of my heart he might be.
How wrong I was! For that which would ensue
was nothing like what he had promised me.
At first his eyes were azure skies until
the dark clouds came; my angel man transformed.
The windows to his soul gave me a chill.
His mind was twisted like a maze. There stormed
inside his body a chimera soul,
for wickedness had swallowed him up whole.
Written February 14, 2016
for the Chimera World Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
by Lewis Raynes |
beautiful, beauty, introspection,
When it’s quiet, I’m alone and nobody can see,
I withdraw to the world I invent,
Where my thoughts are my own, nobody will judge,
And I breathe my own little lament.
I’m safe on this raft, this raft of my truth,
My truth where I’m no longer blind.
Where everything’s real, as real as the wind,
The wind blowing around in my mind.
My eyes are shut tight, all entry is locked,
My ears only hear the silence of dry,
And my mind wonders, to the edge of the world,
And tiptoes on the clouds in the sky.
I love when it’s quiet and I’m alone in my head,
And I can love all there is in my heart,
And appreciate all that I ever will be,
And exist in an imagination of art.
by Lin Lane |
Love has taken a firm grasp of my soul,
ridding me of chill and bite of hoarfrost
Strong arms rescued me from the Winter's cold
Etched upon my heart is his name, embossed
He soothed my senses and woeful sorrows,
offered moonbeams to dispel darkest nights
Erased the reasons for my brow's furrows
Lifted me from harm and set my world aright
He drowned me in crashing tides of passion
then revived me with life's breath in a kiss
Pray, heart, keep beating in such sweet fashion
ne'er to be slain and cast in death's deep abyss.
Tender is this love through nature's seasons
with gentle reminders of heart's reasons
by Joyce Johnson |
The dawn of love, so magical and new,
Two bodies set aflame with burning kiss.
Enchanted world and only for the two.
No other pair has ever loved like this.
Young love, a wonder while its passions last
Must change its form if it’s to long endure.
Too soon the thrill of love, once new, is past.
It should condense to essence now more pure.
At time love’s embers start a blazing flame,
Soon cooling down to just a lovely glow.
No need for these to play a youthful game,
Their dreams fulfilled, as both of them now know.
For though the young and foolish long for fire,
The glowing embers, wiser hearts desire.
Entered in Gayle's Burning Embers contest.
by Silent One |
angst, love, solitude,
No one understands the reason for living,
many prefer to receive without giving.
In a world full of selfish behaviour,
solitude has become my silent saviour.
Instruments are repressed without musicians,
as some kill the music before auditions.
My harp cares not for words about tradition,
ignores fake applause for romantic fiction.
Love is a way of life, yet some bring it shame,
mercy cannot sin, feelings are not a game.
People point fingers to those without a name,
what will they do when there's no one left to blame?
I'm no Romeo, I need no Juliet,
I've loved and lost, broken hearts I still regret.
24 August 2019