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beauty, heart, introspection, passion, philosophy, wine, women,
Loves promenades towards emptiness
longing is a void
darkness of a million universes
where mythical black holes
chant of timeless desires
Yearning for carnal eternity
where candles never die
Two of us
gasping for affections
in different times
winds may have swept
this way or that
Wind and candle lie in death
desire, dream, imagery, longing, romantic,
Dusk falls quickly on cerulean skies
Day morphs from ash of roses to sable
Our love's vision flashes before my eyes
Midnight romance, like an ancient fable
Charcoal sketches meander in my mind
While jasmine-absinthe incense is burning
it's smoke, evokes passions clearly defined
porcelain skin blushes with love's yearning
Obsidian-ebony eyes that gleam
pleading to quench needy soulful desire
beckoning me to unite in the dream
willingly, I rush to put out the fire
My mind's eye sees quivering crimson lips
As love drips from ivory fingertips
absence, beautiful, lonely, longing, lost love, sad,
If moonbeams’ fickle shadow-plays collude
with tousled sheets to take the shape of you,
And silent sighing pillow-tops exude
your scent, how do I see the night-time through?
If longing breezes rat-tat on my glass,
Curled soft into the likeness of your hand,
And floorboards moan, as if to feel you pass,
How can I wake each day? How can I stand?
If crowds contrive to conjure up your face,
And, mesmerised by yearning, I collide
with echoes of your breath at every pace,
How can I walk? How can I step outside?
And yet, because you built this purgatory,
Its walls are strangely beautiful to me.
31 December 18
For Beautiful Sadness Contest
Hosted by John Hamilton
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
They flutter and hover
And float on the breeze.
They shiver and shimmer
And weaken the knees.
Fickle and fragile,
They tickle and tease.
Fleeting and flimsy,
These frivolous creatures,
These knots of desire.
Once spindles of yearning,
Now spools of barbed wire.
Once pulling like petals,
Now pricking like briar.
Once soothing like honey,
Now burning like fire.
It struggles to rise.
The truth comes up gasping
From whirlpools of lies.
Shed this charade
And discard your disguise.
I know you enjoy
Drowning blind butterflies.
Spring chased old man winter from his place
And silenced him with her capricious face
Sometimes a tear, sometimes a smile;
She would beguile
My lazy feet
To dance in some leafy bowered retreat.
When dreamy delightful summer flies
And looks at me with laughing eyes;
She draws me to her clover fields
And my heart yields
To her winsome wooing
And her siren song is my undoing.
One day I saw the sudden flare
Of autumn's wind blown crimson hair;
She stirred the whispering leaves and then
I felt again
A yearning glow
Of years remembered long ago
And I lived the dream I never knew
Of lost memories and my love for you.
Passions burn in the depth of night,
Lovers yearning to be entwined,
Against the wind these birds own flight,
A trail hidden it's hard to find.
Emotions soar high out of sight,
As love explodes in hearts so warm,
They hold each other close and tight,
Embraced they lay in loving form.
This is how love can be for most,
Ever daunting to say the least,
But when it's found it's grandiose,
So succulent thy lovers' feast.
In their arms lie and be adored,
And feel the fires as they once roared.
(Eight syllables per line)
death, loneliness, lost love, suicide,
SONNET – END OF LIFE
Fore'er without the pain, always apart,
As now with absent cast of yearning eyes.
Time's lonely quest to heal a wounded heart,
With destined end, to ash returns my rise.
My life ordained to doom in outcast fate,
The zeal of joy turned into woeful lies,
Confused a life in prime to dust abates
Defeats compassion past the silent cries.
From dreams of love to useless life so bare,
Bereft attempts turned into grave desire.
No longer will remains, alone despair,
In end of all that was, of purging fire.
A lonely heart deceased in frozen cold,
No breath remains of ornament once gold.
feelings, loneliness, lonely, solitude, , sweet love,
SONNET – HE WALKS ALONE
He walks alone, without a hand to hold,
craving innocent passion, love so pure.
Hoping, dreaming, to fill his heart of gold,
for pain of yearning, is hard to endure.
Longing for love to share, a cheek to kiss,
to embrace, hold her in a warm caress,
stroke her hair, share togetherness and bliss,
to feel the depth of sweet love, nothing less.
Long, lonely days, wishing, longing to find,
one to love, soul and beauty to adore,
to share his love with gentle loving kind,
to end his lonely quest to seek no more.
To find his soulmate of female gender,
to cherish, behold, with love so tender.
lost love, me, lost, lost, love, me,
Come to me in the hush of night
Come to me in the silence of my dream;
With your sweet smile and eyes so bright
Like sunlight dancing on a stream.
But my eyes are filled with tears
For lost memories of those broken years
The dream so dear, yet bitter sweet
That awakened in a new disguise;
When wanting love we used to meet
And now the ache of yearning eyes
Has slowly closed the door
That once was open and now is no more.
Yet in dreams you come so I can live
A cherished life that yields to death;
Come back in dreams and I will give
Your beating heart its final breath.
Come to me and whisper low
Of a love we lost so long ago.
To feel love's tender touch with gracious hand
When hearts render treasure to paradise
Desires allowed to express understand
To let passion confess without device
To know brush of fingers to be sublime
As eyes slowly crush quiet in their pause
When hearts quiver on borrowed time
They'll deliver to love its purest cause
To seek lover's lips with its soft caress
Equips a mouth with need and silence held
A message burning in hearts both confess
Stirs heart beats yearning, lover's lips will meld
This quiet pause love alone can render
As it comes to cause complete surrender
contest Your Best Rhyming Poem -2
introspection, love, seasonsheart, heart, love,
For you, my love, I’ll be a single rose
of crimson hue, and velvet to the touch.
So warm in contrast to your fallen snows,
yet yearning for the thrill of winter's clutch.
Soft petals form a heart so firm and true,
unyielding to the tempest of your reign,
and though a cold wind nurtures doubt in you,
such purity of love I could not feign.
Dilemmas of the soul so keenly felt.
Bestow my love? or must it stay a dream?
for if I warmed your heart 'twould surely melt
and I would lose you to the flowing stream.
And so, my love, this single rose I’ll hide
and keep the love I feel for you inside.
A yearning for affection and romance
can cause one’s getting scorched by passions’ flame.
Love blooms if it is given a fair chance,
but some attempt to play the scoundrel’s game!
A tender soul can be bamboozled by
the man who has an inner soul of ice.
The love that he professes is his lie,
and cherishing himself alone - his vice.
The one he lured will struggle to maintain
her doomed relationship with him; she’s torn!
The taste of love once sweet turns into pain,
for what she offers is returned with scorn.
Abominations always will exist.
Take care one's not a scoundrel you have kissed!
For Dictionary fun....#1...Delilah's Words! Poetry Contest
love, romance, song-
Come and share my love,
I’ll give you all of me
Offer everything I am
Give it graciously
Come and share my love
I want to lose myself
Surrender everything I own
Until I have nothing left
Come and share my love
Let’s lay the night away
As I wrap my warmth around you
Until dawn, turns to day
Come and share my love
Like you’ve been yearning to do
Your every wish is my command
I will submit to you
Chiquita Chiamaka Baity
husband, i love you, missing you,
Reaching for your hand
but knowing you have gone
I hear the birds begin to sing
their early morning song
Yearning for to stroke again
your shiny chemo head
but now your empty pillow
beside me lies instead
As I awake this morning
alone inside my bed
my heart is truly breaking
for so many lonely years
and that is why this morning
I have shed so many tears...
Written 6th April 2019
Contest Favourite Poem From Last Week March 31st to April 6th 2019
Sponsor Lu Loo
Contest April 2019 Premier 6 14 lines
Sponsor Brian Strand
7th place in Premier contest
Number One in 100 Best New Poems list for the month - 4th May 2019
loneliness, longing, love,
She sits alone in quiet of the night
as thoughts of him wrap ‘round her yearning heart,
and whispers ‘cross her skin; her flesh excites
while longing for his touch when they’re apart.
She yearns to gaze into his eyes of blue
while feeling his caress engulf her soul,
and have their hearts eclipse as love renews;
she longs for his return to make her whole.
She reaches for her parchment and her quill
to iterate her feelings and her doubts;
for him to know her longing thoughts instill,
and from this poet's pen, a poem pours out,
“My lonely spirit aches while you’re away,
and longs to feel your love as hearts replay.”
August 30, 2018
death, freedom, longing,
Open your hand, my love,
Scatter me, make me
Starlight on the breeze,
Dreams in the ether,
Photons in awe-spattered eyes.
For you are my breath now,
My heartbeat, my sight,
My hands, my life.
And me, I am dust...
Yearning for the wind.
So let me fly, my love,
Whirling, dancing and drifting
One last time.
Open your hand
And I will give you the only gift I have...
12 October 2018
For Lu Loo’s Free Verse Contest
Besma Riabi Dziri
beauty, destiny, faith, love, school,
I hold my papers and pen
not a poetry to write
it is the school year again
one other journey in time.
My ever burning concern
would my words find their way
as all my candles I burn
to meet yearning faces each day.
A thirst for light in young hearts
I lend my soul, the blanks I fill
and then a whole story starts
quenching feels would be a thrill.
When my pupils take my notes
would they read devotion in many a line
my fear, a quote or a word floats
my quill unveiled in heart shrine.
I hold my pen with great zeal
two paths I walk, a heart is torn
my love how can I conceal
at a crossroads, a poet is born.
emotions, longing, love, memory, missing you, passion, romantic,
Romanticism descends an unbridled staircase
stripped bare and unleashed,
passion in supple nudity
tiptoes down my spine,
burning in its yearning, softly unveiled …
tingling every naked nerve with a sudden surge
of electric longing and unmasked pulses of pang and pleasure.
October 11, 2019
Contest: Nude - Descending A Staircase
Sponsor: John Lawless
*romanticism: romantic spirit or tendency*
i miss you, longing, love,
The strong wind hits me on my cold cheek
The bird's escape across the great ocean
My tears, my longing for summer that was
Over high mountains, through deep forests
Let your fingers glide easily over my mouth
Rhythm of the chest, the heart is beating, soul burns
Yearning expression - heat of the closeness
Compared to eternity where the storm has subsided
At dusk I hear the sounds of hours we shared
You are far away, yet close
The yearning for you is a flame
that will never burn down
A-L Andresen :)
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devotion, love, romance, love, poets,
The silent dark encroaches
with another hollow night.
Old poets whisper sonnets
of love and sacrifice.
Her lips move to each arduous verse;
the emptiness advances.
Crescendos find their soaring crests.
A taunting shadow dances.
The moment lingers at a peak
then brings a slow descent.
And as the final stanza bows
her yearning heart relents.
Her memory finds his gentle face.
His voice resounds a vow.
And a quiet faith moves through her
expelling any doubt.
Soon her love will cross the sea;
his promises to keep.
Until that time, the poets sing
and soothe her soul to sleep.
desire, love, romantic,
Cold, relentless rain
Pound on heated, fevered skin
Nature seems jealous
Water can not quench, my love
Nor contain this deep yearning
Get Romantic - Poetry Contest : 8th Place
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
04 March 2015
Gentle flutters as we began
My heart responded to his hand
Sleeping senses stirred in the breeze
My low utterance of, "Yes, please."
A tempest rose deep within me
Collecting honey from a bee
Teased me with trailing fingertips
Prolonged kisses from tender lips
Seduction with the barest breath
Blind to all else, heedless of death
Such yearning needs must be sated
Desire for the one I mated.
Soft whispers of love as we rest
His head cradled upon my breast
The lightest steps come when love is blooming,
And hearts yearning open in full display.
To enter this garden , now consuming,
As time dissolves, quietly floats away.
Fingers tender, merge in comfort to lace.
Joined anticipation of coming days.
When love opens it heart in warm embrace,
To face the world the heart conveys.
Where the softest eyes pierce deep to express,
To dream of hearts binding ever tighter.
This sanctuary where lovers confess,
And the heart once dark, is glowing brighter.
Along the farthest hills where lovers go.
Are two silhouettes, with love's afterglow
lovesweet, rose, rose, sweet,
How long can love’s sweet rose lay in the wings,
quiescent, waiting for that tender cue
to open up her heart, dissolve all strings,
before she withers, dulled from absent dew?
In yearning for the warmth that closeness brings
to blush her skin with hints of crimson hue,
how long can love’s sweet rose lay in the wings,
quiescent, waiting for that tender cue?
From shaded canopy her essence sings
in soft soliloquy, songs to imbue
the soul who claims he longs to hold her true,
yet to familiar paths his heart still clings.
How long can love’s sweet rose lay in the wings?