beauty, god, sea, thanksgiving,
by KP Nunez |
Watching sunrise, shoreline's ablaze
Love letter sent from Thee
I sing a psalm, an Easter palm
And start my day with glee.
Watching sunset, shoreline's agleam
A note Thou sent with smile
I heave a sigh, a love's reply
And thank God for this isle.
No. 2 Shoreline
Let Me Feel Your Lines - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
31 March 2015
by Andrea Dietrich |
love, spring, , sweet love,
I dreamed a butterfly in golden days
when buttercups lay in the fields ablaze.
It fluttered to my cheek, sweet love to bring.
My heart was wont to burst and wont to sing.
In breath of morn was scent of bluebell sprays.
On blossomed blankets of the fields we’d laze,
and into one another’s eyes we’d gaze,
my love and I, as April had her fling.
I dreamed a butterfly.
Our bliss was as the spring, a fleeting phase,
and brief’s the beauty of young lovers’ craze.
As cruelly as a wasp, he left a sting -
and all the lovely plans we made took wing,
leaving mere memories of golden days.
I dreamed a butterfly.
by Joseph May |
Henry VI and Napoleon were crowned Kings there
A hunchback found his lady fair,
But heartbreak comes to Notre Dame
As she is now in flames
Joan of Arc, whose reputation was maligned
Was beatified there in 1909
But heartbreak comes for Notre Dame
As she is now in flames
The flames have died, the lady stands
She'll be restored and again be grand
Where once, the hunchback, with heart aflame
Found love and solace with this Dame
Notre Dame In The News Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
by Elaine George |
As raindrops grace my windowpane,
My thoughts return to you again;
Beneath those cliffs of 'Evermore',
That morn along that rocky shore.
My mind ablaze, in that old flame,
As raindrops grace my windowpane;
Beneath those veils of silver mist,
Drenched in the bliss, of that first kiss.
Lost lover to that ocean's roar,
Cannon, the one that I adore;
As raindrops grace my windowpane,
I am consumed by you again.
A soul on fire, now set adrift,
I sail beneath those purple cliffs;
Upon a sea of joy and pain,
As raindrops grace my windowpane.
Written: January 29th, 2016
by Luther Seahand |
love, romantic, spring,
The finest day of spring
petals dance on sudden gales
counting every one
before the sinking sun
fly, fly little wings
like love that never fails.
Shadows begin to wake
to a chorus that is the night
crickets fiddle, slow
warblers whistle, low
shine, shine velvet moon
till last you fade from sight.
Hear the sea in song
where the swallows play and die
starlight in the haze
flicker fireflies, ablaze
stay, stay gentle dream
beneath the candles in the sky.
~ Luther Lynton Seahand ~
by Isabella Seccombe |
loveheart, heart, lonely, love,
He did not love her, yet she adored him.
For the naive soul who fell all alone,
Ablaze with a fiery yearn for him,
Her Fondness met with a heart of cold stone.
Wept as the fire died, saw embers of him.
The embers burnt black, and she became scarred.
Discovered merely hatred within him,
The truth was unveiled and her heart was charred.
To be lonely in love is to suffer,
No solace in solitude it is grim,
Dreams are lonely with only one owner,
She wants to share her dream of love with him.
To love him, to love you, is all I ask
Let my heart find peace and remove my mask.
by liam mcdaid |
the heart's need
passion it breathes
flames sparking words
from the mirror
of one's soul
igniting in the deep
food of love
a second heartbeat
feeding the fire
deep burning flames
a temperature rises
burning red passion
a single rose
in these ashes
by Victor Buhagiar |
The light catamaran sailed swiftly
Before the breezy, gusty wind
Out towards the open azure sea.
We sat together under a vermilion sail,
The fresh air sighing through our hair.
My love was suddenly ablaze,
In the soft afternoon heat,
In the luminous and lucent light.
We played in a flamboyant spirit,
Feeling splendid and tender,
soft and lambent.
We snuggled up towards each other,
An idyllic moment.
He felt she was the woman of his life.
Soon we returned to port, happy and contented.
Then she dressed up and left,
Not even a smile or a backwards glance.
It broke my heart in two.
Little noticing she had left her card behind.
by Wendell Brown |
appreciation, best friend, blessing, fathers day, first love, god, inspiration,
You light the fires within
my heart causing tiny
embers to become ablaze
filling my world with your
love's glow while sweeping
my love filled mind away
For each time when I pray
to You all over again, I start
to ascend for I am touched
deeply by Your bliss that in
love I simply begin again
I start to feel the way I felt
that memorable day we first
did meet and like that day
You are still the same as again
Lord, I am swept off my feet
And the fires are always fanned
daily that inside of my spirit lives
so deep while my heart will still
be a willing slave to a true love
who will not let me be...
"Happy Fathers Day, My Lord."
by John lawless |
fire, love, lust,
For what is love
when lust, now cool,
sits idly in a nested spool?
What fuels the flame
banks, tends the fire,
ignites the coolness of desire?
When looks can scorch
a silent room, a glance
a distant wink
a lingering gaze
set love’s memories ablaze.
For love is not a what
or when, nor is it but
a now and then
it is the lovers
embers of a timeless trust.
G – Give me a new Poem – any form – Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Constance La France
Theme - Love
by Alex Kowalski |
fire, happy, heart, kiss, love, relationship, romance,
Cigarette ash on the torn page of a Keroac
Told us to “Burn Burn Burn”, so we never looked back.
We fled, our hearts ablaze like the setting sun
No care where it lead us, we were on the run.
An inferno fueled by Hendrix’s “Fire,”
We incinerated doubt upon that pyre.
Blacked lungs serenaded flickering streetlights
While the flames of our passion consumed the nights.
Kerosene hearts ignited by matchstick kisses
We danced to the beat of the fire’s hisses.
Each touch a spark, yielding to lust
With this much euphoria, we’re bound to combust.
by J. I. Thomas F. |
beauty, garden, lost love, memory,
It was now several years ago,
my chivalry yet half-formed, ablaze,
and wishing to melt all reason down,
for the mind shall bar the heart's fool ways.
I gazed upon the blossom fair,
and at long last there grew a need,
to protect, preserve, and fawn upon,
though the wildflower did not take heed.
So strong she was, and I so blind,
to think that I could help her grow.
And pain it was - for I knew it!
But I never wished it to be so.
Spurned, a man is better,
to ride far and to ride free.
Please forgive me, golden flower,
for wishing to tend to thee.
Written 12 October 2018
by TS Lewis |
Let's make love with our souls
to the point
we set our bodies ablaze
You can be my favorite fan
who stokes that
Sometimes I swear
I'm going through the change
I'd trade all my masculinity
to taste the traces
of your feminity
burns with so much insanity
that when we
we find clarity
I took a moment and
removed my pen top
and messed around
and seduced myself
flirting with metaphors.
All I need is a few
one fill in the blank
and I'll make every four
letter word feel like fate
by Frances Schiavina |
Come my love past the beauty of the hill
Ablaze with ginger sunset and fall fire
On a fast downhill wagon hayride thrill
In festive saffron and amber attire
Celebrating with tambourine and lyre
Autumn’s gift of new harvest abundance
With an improvised Abu Barn floor dance
Circling around ginger and umber mound
Pumpkin carving for the Jack-O- lantern
Eating chestnuts fresh gathered from the ground
Racing rolling barrels to the caverns
To ferment before hitting the taverns
Cinnamon flavored pies and crimson wine
Ginger spiced to flavor the night is fine
by Line Gauthier |
devotion, fantasy, imagination, longing, love, magic, passion,
Who hasn’t heard of the notion
The secret recipe for love potion
Can detonate a frenzied explosion
While stirring carnal emotion
Wild winds setting in motion
The sails ablaze on blue ocean
Stars above burn in devotion
Igniting the spark of implosion
Catapulting a heart in commotion
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on October 13, 2019, for contest LOVE POTION sponsored by JULIA WARD
by Line Gauthier |
desire, love, lust, passion, sensual, sexy, youth,
In unison hearts pulsating
With torrid intensity
Of eons ago
Lost in a universe
Of cravings ablaze
Steamy and wild
The days of our youth
A world unto themselves
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on January 6, 2020 for contest PICTURE PROMPT sponsored by BRENDA CHIRI
by Linda-Marie SweetHeart |
warm fireplace ablaze glowing radiant delight
as embers twinkle shimmering fires to ignite
young lovers sweet kiss ...
while moonlight peeks 'neath sheer veil of night
till sunlight rays embrace fairest sight
smiling at stolen bliss ...
*For Debbie Guzzi's Kindle the Lights Contest.
by Scribbler Of Verses |
allegory, art, beach, beautiful, beauty, dance, dedication, dream, farewell, freedom, friendship, girlfriend, happiness, happy, heaven, home, hope, introspection, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, love, memory, metaphor, nostalgia, ocean, passion, relationship, retirement, romance, romantic, woman,
The Beach of Promises
Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,
strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.
Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,
walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.
Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,
lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,
my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,
wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.
by poesy relish |
desire, feelings, love, lust, passion, romance, sensual,
In an empty room as we sat
gazing at each other intense was that
you took my hand
made me stand
driven by the fire
and gave in to desire
Hands on my waist you drag me close
took my lips albeit and drank a dose
devoured with a furious want
sending thrills that will haunt
Longing more with the rising pulse
intense was the passionate impulse
hugs of wanton need and lingering touch
Paralyzing the mind not missing much
My heart ablaze and head so light
I in a daze ever so bright
blinded as i was by the love so pure
being so close melted for sure
© Nadiya (17 Jan '15)
by Adam Hapworth |
fire, missing you,
Fire pit is ablaze.
Flame flickering, smoke billows.
Your image dances.
by Paula Swanson |
Russet, sets a blush to the trees,
while we stroll, in a gold rush, of leaves.
The living skies, of Autumn, ablaze.
Vaporous streamers in the sun's rays.
Your hand, warm in mine, gives a squeeze.
A soft kiss, makes me weak in the knees.
We speak without needing words,
yet, so meaningful, my heart is stirred.
A silent conversation of love,
offering more than I could dream of.
I fall in love all over again,
with my husband, my best friend.
Paula Swanson 9/27/2011
For the contest Falling In Love In The Fall
Sponsored by Michael J. Falotico
by Messoh Vincent |
That I feel
Can never sleep.
Anxiety that kills me
Set to gallop
For heart that's set
Breasts to hug
With zeal breast bored
That I yield
Can't just end.
Anxiety that kills me
by Keith O.J. Hunt |
humor, metaphor, romantic,
Her name was Chamomile.....
she filled my heart ablaze,
one lazy-October day,
batting those eyes ---
A poor, romantic little thing,
hopeless to begging love,
sick with gorgeous news ---
her hero (would he flew)
'ere her aching heart,
explode a thousand pleas
for her sensuous sylph-self
The men were dogs for her,
back in the day;
her hair smelled of Chamomile....
her eyes teased with Chamomile....
her lips, red and wanting,
her crimson-spiced kiss....
But she be only mine,
as she oozed down my throat....
by Joy Wellington |
dedication, love, passion, seasons,
Summer's sun ablaze
Rivers flow o'er mountain peaks
Jasmines wilt in the heat
Cool Caribbean breeze
Fan natures pearls of salted mist
Jasmines swell with honeysuckle juices
Summer's burning moments
Become Autumn's glowing colours
A harvest to reap
by Solomon Ochwo-Oburu |
analogy, emotions, funny love, heartbroken, imagination, metaphor, romance,
The nuclear attack
by her beauty
my insecure heart
Setting it ablaze;
Scattering my feelings
Of wild imaginations,
To the winds!