by Rick Parise |
And so it was that Autumn would die
with a gust of wind she said goodbye
Of love mortal she sits subdued
sipping remnants of death imbued
With curtains drawn she lie in rest
in silent prose she relived each breath
of life abandoned of weary roads
where Winter's freeze would glisten alone
And so it was that Autumn had gone
in the lonely grips of winter
without a song
by John Gondolf |
loneliness, lost love, sad,
A hollow heart devoid of love
is like a night no stars above,
or like an old abandoned well
whose empty echoes speak of hell.
A lonely heart will gently weep
as raindrops through her veins will seep,
and cascade down a pallid cheek,
and leave a weary spirit weak.
My broken spirit aches with pain
when sun sinks low at end of day,
and darkness douses hopes thereof
as midnight chimes amidst the rain.
These sad forsaken dreams portray
my hollow heart devoid of love.
June 17, 2020
by Roy Pett |
bereavement, betrayal, courage, lonely, princess, truth,
In days not long ago lived our princess
gracious, elegant and so beautiful
everyone she met rich, poor she'd impress
a daughter, wife, and mother dutiful,
her oath and vows she took seriously
sadly her true love was never returned
abandoned treated mysteriously
our princesses wellbeing unconcerned,
this loveless marriage and deceit must end
living in London’s pretence with prince John
unwilling to repair her heart nor mend
he was happy to divorce, see her gone,
her life ended in unexplained disaster
sadly there was no happy ever-after.
by Jan Allison |
by your own mother.
How could she
leave you to die?
You were helpless,
bedraggled and weak.
When I saw you
my heart melted…
who could resist
those huge blue eyes.
I scooped you up
and carried you home.
You cried for your mum;
but she was long gone.
I gave you warm milk
you drank thirstily;
then fell asleep
in my arms.
I begged my mum
to let you stay.
From that day
you stole my heart.
I fell in love
with my first kitten.
Sponsor Ed Ebbs
Contest Anacreontic Verse 1
by Andrea Dietrich |
The clouds have formed a mare’s tail in the sky,
a fitting image, for I’m being led
beneath them, where in eerie silence lie
abandoned stalls, untended land, a shed.
And on a gate, like some strange souvenir,
a halfway broken sign reads “Wagon Wheel.”
That horses once were bred and ridden here
both grime and span of time cannot conceal.
But farther down a lane, behind some trees,
(where happiness once lived!) awaits my spring -
a large house, shuttered, with its memories.
In front of it still hangs that wooden swing.
Above long grass and weeds it starts to sway.
The ghost of me has now returned to play.
For the Love and Loss Poetry Contest
by Tanya Harrington |
passion, lost, lost,
Pounding hearts pumping out rivers of love, in the beginning, those
Anointing streams of sweet passion which nourished our souls
Soon began to shrink, then were slowly abandoned. They
Simply seemed to disappear. Those long forgotten
Invigorating waters that washed away our troubles.
Onward now we go, lost and bewildered,
Not knowing how to reclaim what we lost along the way.
TLH © 07-30-2012
by Susan Ashley |
anger, dark, loss, love hurts, nature, power, violence,
Knotted in the torsion of a tempest’s mood -
the barrage drains the sun and overwhelms the dusk
ire’s flash stabs the night.
April 6, 2019
~ Second Place ~
Contest: Favorite Poem From Last Week (March31 - April 6, 2019)
Contest: Lu Loo
~ Third Place ~
Contest: April 2019 Premier (3 Line Max)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
by Winged Warrior |
loneliness, lost love, storm,
Lost in a cyclone
Abandoned I storm alone
Torrential tears roam.
Senryu on Sadness
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
by Farah Chamma |
When there's no one else
look inside yourself
listen to the inner voice
if you have no other choice
depend on yourself and live
and give love if you have nothing else to give
always be strong and be brave
enter your world as if you're entering an abandoned cave
and if you want to climb a mountain that is too high
have the guts even if you die
that takes a soldier's heart
that will try no matter what
and will never break apart
by Victor Buhagiar |
Happiness is expensive; it is something so rare,
It's there to be savored, a moment that's fair.
Clutch to the moment, extend its brief stare.
It comes on suddenly but it’s all wear and tear.
Yet I do believe that love lurks around,
Just search for it since to it you are bound.
You know that I found it in a most unlikely place?
In a small poorly child, hungry with a dirty face
Abandoned by all. So I gave her something to wear,
Also some bread, a mixture of fruit, an apple and pear.
When she looked up, scrutinizing me with glee,
Her lips smiled tenderly, then giggled at me.
by Susan Ashley |
dream, emotions, fate, longing, lost love, memory, sad love,
— like frost flowers
formed in Fall’s brisk —
melt like wishful tears
as dawn’s glow
twined in love’s
abandoned... but still
adorned with blue romance
September 21, 2019
Yalto Poetry Form
Poetry Soup Syllable Counter: 3 4 2 4 5 3 2 3 2 3 3 5 6 1 5
by John Trainer |
dark, loss, lost love, love, missing you,
Vainly I stand before you
Waiting for an utterance
Any word of understanding
But these are days of famine
The honeysuckle flow of verse,
And kindness has abandoned
No words can repair this ruin
Too late, too late, to wait
My memory of you will fade
Yours of me will never be
And thus is another chapter
Of broken dreams and lost love
by Demetrios Trifiatis |
friendship, god, love,
You asked me the other day, my dear friend,
How come I:
Think of you,
Worry about you,
Care for you?
Feel your grief and partake in your joy?
Share your dreams and face your fears?
You were not able to understand the reason I stand by your side
In moments of:
Success and failure
Laughter and tears
In sickness and in health
In celebration and in mourning
You wanted to know why:
Gave you food and shelter?
Never abandoned you but became your companion?
Now the time has come for me an
Answer to give:
It is simply because
I LOVE YOU!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 August 2018
by Iolanda Scripca |
hope, introspection, lost love, nature, nostalgiabeauty, beauty,
To have lived not being loved at all -
hunchbacked like a question mark-
your soul continuously on parole
imagine beauty in the dark
Perhaps we passed each other in the speed
of different trains colliding with the time
in one - abandoned newborn girl in need
the other - useless vagabond and wine.
Was it your Soul who shook the Jacaranda tree
and made it burst and rain with purple fairies?
Or just a whispered cry within the depth of me -
too much horizon and no space for prairies...
Imagine beauty in the dark
When wings demolish walls of sorrow
I'll die again an injured lark
Reborn in Phoenix bird tomorrow.
by Frederic Parker |
When morning rises on your blue sadness,
And its grey light falls on the injured soul.
In these shadowed rays you find a madness,
This well of despair as you lose control.
To weep in the mist where loneliness feeds.
Abandoned while time measures your lost tears.
As your severed heart lays open, now bleeds.
You'll inhabit cold nights when love appears
Leaving you vanquished without due remorse.
As love cares not for a heart that's misled,
Nor charts your destiny or chosen course,
No longer mourn for love, for it has fled.
To release your soul from its empty well.
You must climb each cold stone, wherein you fell.
by Maggie Huscroft |
faith, hope, introspection, life, loss, lost love, love, philosophy, summer, summer,
Not all is lost.
In rotting wood,
Under the garden chair,
of summer shoes lie -
Not all roses die
when summer goes.
Somewhere a rose
is blooming still,
waiting to be found.
by Cheryl Koko Koomoa |
beach, beauty, fantasy, love,
The sullen sea from my balcony mirrors gray sky
it’s been hauntingly lazy,
raining, two summer days now.
And like the ocean, the dog days ebb,
low whispers,from an abandoned conch shell beckoning me
Come to the sea.....
Placing pink side against my ear,
from inside comes a hollow sound and
my small child hears the ocean captured!
Passion always seeks more
from the hearts of lovers……
The sultry breeze caresses
like your breath on my skin.
The sweet perfume of you
lingers like salt air and clings like sand to moist legs.
I'm lost in my dream
in the far lavender horizon,
the ocean swallows the sun
I'm sipping twilight and waiting for paradise.
by Rick Parise |
adventure, faith, inspirational, life, love, nature, uplifting,
Overwhelmed in webs of silken light with crystal dew dripping beneath
each hue of azure, emerald and citrine melt amongst the tree's
For worry, has now gone, replaced with colored strands
surreal breaths of enchantment, as I reach for felicities hand
A soul of liberation, a thought to ponder within....
for my poetic song I have abandoned, to fly silent across the land
by Paul Callus |
He took advantage of her virtuous love
and blindly forced himself against her will.
With tearful eyes she pleaded, but in vain;
engulfed by waves of lust he had his fill.
The screams were silenced; help was out of reach.
Her body lay abandoned on the beach.
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© 10th September 2021
by Abonyi Hyginus Ebuka |
I hate it although that's my side story.
The breaking of the chains
The knitting of myself on the ground
The subjection to the crucibles of questions:
Of what reason should my going be?
Oh my good home!
The love of my homeland
The love of my brothers and sisters
The friendship shared with people of my homeland
This becomes my response in the land of aliens.
Love felt and sustained
In my heart there is joy at the thought of my home
Moved with tears if denied to come home
In vain do I live outside the city happiness
A place of rest
The company of the abandoned.
Oh my good home.
by Leon Datu |
absence, how i feel,
I brushed aside
My faraway glimpses,
The many consequences
Of trifle revelries I wasted
Grasping the snippets of night time
And all abandoned pining.
Bouquets of fondled whispers dangled
Among damp stems along Riviera beach,
Still molding flit kisses in balmy shades
That stretched on coasts of sudden farewells.
Make Love To Me In That Ancient Place Contest
by Emile Pinet |
10th grade, 9th grade, angst, anxiety, feelings, hurt, lost love,
Happy days of wine and roses
were illusions, tethered to hope.
Sharp shards of broken promises;
clips the wings of a fledgling heart.
Torrential tears begin to flow,
raising the tides of self-pity.
And you entertain multitudes
of intensified emotions.
Taking a moment, you reflect
upon the innocence of youth.
And the intimate, sexual
side of love that stirs libidos.
You remember falling in love
and how remarkable that felt.
You thought love would last forever,
and yet, it has abandoned you.
You felt it slip through your fingers
like cascading grains of loose sand.
And watched depression morph into
a morbid melancholy mood.
by James Marshall Goff |
By the side of the road
In the middle of the road
Each with a story,
They draw my eye to them
Home I furnish for them
On my shelf
by Geoffrey Brewer |
Oh! THOU art lost and gone perhaps forever
By equi-vocal pronoun now replaced
Where once were I and THOU in shared endeavour
Abandoned and neglected left to waste
Since THOU departed there’s a missing piece
Within the language where we speak of love
A vacuum in syntax of our caprice
Where once we two combined as hand in glove
For it’s surmised that each communication
Must be between two single souls that be
Though there be multitude of iteration
I only speak to thee and thou to me
So come THOU back in thy pellucid essence
Enhance truth and grace in language with thy presence
by Lu Loo |
I have no stars left to count, no scarlet lilies left to pick and in my aching sympathies I find apathetic desires. Mother nature brought her introvenient shame withering all willows weeping. Abandoned leaves dive…
- - - -delicate crimson.
Date written: May 3, 2019