by Dalila Agtani |
LONGING TO SEE YOU
I’ve climbed patiently this far
Over the heap of piebald years
To have even a twinkling glimpse
Of your acclaimed effulgent face
A flitting moment to me bestowed
Enough to send my spirit leaping
Among the daisies in the morning sun
When time are short for squirt of joy.
by Brian Strand |
of love locked out
singleness of heart
in the truth
a gilded tapestry
image of woman
by Olajide Shadipe |
ODE TO NORA
Never been encountered,
desire so much desired
On the verge of being so wanted,
attractiveness becomes attraction
Ravished at natures’ skills,
compatibility made so compatible
Acclaimed with the right appeal,
lust turns to love!
by Choene Alley Semenya |
Through the restaurant what joyous day,
Just because in the noonday
I’ve an enchanting first date to go!
I have got love to grow,
All as quick and all as cordial;
Yet everyone cares at all for my congenial
Girlfriend. She can drink but half a content,
Yet that slight thimbleful’s a moment
To all the drinks that I can drink,
In the shortest winter’s brink.
She cannot grimace, yet if she smiles
With imitating action out on tiles,
As if she thought she were best,
It’s acclaimed more than my topmost test.
by Jay Del Fierro |
Children of Adam...
why hast thou forgotten
reverential love besoughten ?
Upright ye walk,
but now downtrodden
foresaken art thou due allotted...
Material pleasures hamper thee
render thee,I so implore,
explore,absorb this natural splendor
temporary vanities beauty,
...memories acclaimed adore,
trees doth beareth fruit aplenty
water floweth wholesome freely
honey sweetened colors bloom
silken lustre natures loom....
What must be done
dear children of Adam,
why hast thou forgotten ?
by Joe Dimino |
devotion, faith, inspirational, introspection, poetry, wisdom, writing,
even the wisest of us
at least once has made
wish to a star
even the most skeptical
has called to a god
when feeling lost
from a path of truth
having strayed too far
even those surest of love
have felt a twitch of jealousy
doubted in one's own gleams,
too well knowing the attraction
of younger and seemingly
far brighter beams
even an acclaimed writer
has read other's marvelous verse
thinking better works inconceivable
no finer declarations achievable
if poetry always a soaring soulful gift
or as much a spirit sinking curse
by Ts Lewis |
The unacclaimed poet broke it down like this: if your words cause their eyes to fill with tears and stretches their imagination beyond comprehension; if it promotes a desire to love as if they're carrying a Christ like burden and still makes them want to nail themselves against all that is wrong just to make it right; if it creates a tingling way down where the soul sits snuggly on top of all that matters, then write. No other recognition is needed. Many books are written, but few words are shelved on the hearts of those you love like your words.
by Marissa Faries |
Love that you found someone for yourself.
Hate that you're often becoming further away
From me instead of anyone else...
Why should I be there for others
When no one is here or there for me?
I have already acclaimed how lonely I am.
Yet nothing else, but this same path,
Is willing to change.
Not that I am incapable of making friends...
I just intuitively know who is genuine
By the sound of their voice and words.
A voice within a voice once had spoke to me.
Asked for something from me...
I've given it to you ever since:
A loyal, close-yet-faraway bond.
Same for you, same for me;
That eternal fondness is there.
Yet somedays it feels so scarce.
by Jarred Neibel |
love, beauty, beauty,
I wish a kiss upon your heart with unconditional love my compassionate part.
Dance oh beauty in my head as i sleep, awaken the power of destiny i seek.
Can i hold you closely and be your hero entirely?
Conversate honestly and laugh tirelessly.
- a miracle on mystery lane,her beauty un acclaimed ,destined by determinations
i wish her here to conquer my pain.
Take my hand and walk away.
by Amber Moultry-Harrison |
conflict, desire, love,
You remind me of a time
When our love was a treasure
Like the finest aged wine
Unsure of your intentions
Because you failed to mention
What we are to each other
I know you don’t want to
Just my big brother
Where do we go from here
I’ve been waiting for
An entire two years
Your actions speaks
Of a different circumstance
When all I wanted you to do
Is candidly take my hand
But I see it’s not our season
And you keep giving me
Without any reason
All of this is vanity
Please give me back my sanity
So I can be free
To go on with my life
And obliterate the connection
To the acclaimed forbidden tree
by Pat Adams |
conflict, fantasy, judgement, storm, violence, woman,
As raging seas reach a blustering boil
Gloomy, dark clouds construct a squall
Her eyes appear as furious fire
Stubbornly oblivious, to it all
So harshly evicted from her home
Burned into her a symbol and shamed
For an evil bed of lies thrown forth
By he who's love, was once acclaimed
With a loaded musket, by her side
She prays her aim to be most true
Redemption in the form of blood
His demise, and naught else would do
He selfishly counts his ill gained bounty
As she gives her wolf partner a nod
Her assailants demeanor will rightly change
When she exposes his blood and facade!
by Caren Krutsinger |
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, woman, women,
Lady T is a wildly acclaimed peacock dancer, in gay Paree’
Most of us whistle and stamp as she writhes with glee
She is risqué and unique, and shows us lots of beautiful skin
It is 1923, so this tells you the kind of times we are in.
We love seeing this woman, she makes our blood rise.
Everyone is clamoring to get tickets, no big surprise.
Wait a second! One guy yells. I think I know Lady T.
It is his little sister, so he rushes the stage to cover thee.