by Sharon De Fazio |
Categories:
cute love, funny love, i miss you, joy, love, simile, teen,
I miss you,
like the sky misses the stars.
like the streets when there are no cars.
like a government that has no laws,
like music, when it is on pause.
I miss you,
like the desert misses the rain
like an addict without cocaine,
like a kiss that misses lips
like actors without their scripts.
by April Gabriella |
Categories:
celebrity, film, for him, how i feel, love,
Dedicated to my love: Leonardo DiCaprio
For how many years have I loved you
I think it has to be about eighteen
We were both so young in those days
But I still longed to be your queen
With each film I fell more in love
With each role you reminded
"This is what true talent is made of"
Beautiful Leonardo
How keenly I feel
How much I love you
Probably too much, but still
You have shown true beauty
You have shown true grace
You're a perfect specimen
Of the human race
You are of the greatest actors
Of this generation and more
For there will never be another
That I so much adore
by Sharon Ruebel |
Categories:
sad
Jaded love, deepened wound weeps
Theater dark, actors vanish
No encore no ovation
Flowers lay dying...
by Just James |
Categories:
death, pain,
crimson pain pours out of his broken side
this time though the bullet anger tore deep
in his eyes life flashes a show in slide
only in this film actors play to keep
his mom a memory mixed with hunger
never again was there love thereafter
his father a picture of a stranger
now love’s a stranger, revenge his master
smileless faces find him dying in pain
frowns paint their view of his broken body
in the tide of eyes his face rang no name
just a gangster they said, just nobody
prisoner of neglect in anger and pain
rage left a veil of pain, and red stain
updated July 2016
by Mariana Pavlich |
Categories:
friendship, love, people, places,
Hotel terraces art nouveau ironwork and interiors
Mother of pearl cufflinks painters actors musicians
Scooters racing around an antiquity filled Italian city
Mediterranean charm "How do you like your breakky?"
Feeling faint she lay on the comfortable chintz couch
And began to doze off to sleep...two cherubs red hair
Sea-green eyes turned up frecked nose sniffed air
Clove cigarettes perfume of sandalwood musk rose
Fresh strawberries slithered onto his awaiting lap
Beautifully chiselled shaven jawline elegantly poised
Handsome blue eyes dazzled like secret treasures
by Jack Ellison |
Categories:
love,
How does one describe true love
But a feeling deep down in your soul
Intangible, a mystery, a true enigma
We're all actors playing a role
It's why this world keeps turning round
Been repeated countless times
The truest passion we'll ever possess
The ultimate in feelings sublime
Imagine a world without this treasure
An armada of empty vessels
Floating along on a nothingness sea
Riding life's precarious trestle
My love and I are truly fortunate
To have found this illusive dream
An enigma that has long puzzled us all
Since man first came on the scene
© Jack Ellison 2015
by Felicia Jarvis |
Categories:
dream,
Audience is in darkness, staring at the stage
Where actors elegantly act under the spotlight
Hoping love conquers evil, the prince takes courage
They long for this dream to come true overnight
They’re captured by sadness then lifted up with joy
From a monster, the prince saves the princess
They know that this monstrous world is ugly
They see that a light shines in the darkness
After the play ends, the curtain comes down
The audience is once again in darkness
After all the struggles, nothing has changed
It was a mere dream they glimpsed in the theatre
by Stenila Simon |
Categories:
best friend, dedication, first love, friend, friendship, romance, together,
The morning hath sunshine
The night, a dollop of silver moonlight
The mirror, when one stands before it
Hath a reflection
That feels it's emotion
And so do I have
A perfect connection.
They say that life is
Akin to a play,
Where actors enter and exit at will.
I dare to disagree.
My life is but a melody
And melodies are made of many voices,
Instruments of countless choices.
Each one can choose to
Complement or counteract
My silent song.
But if another voice shall choose
To sing the very song I sing,
Imperfectly complete with every high and low note,
Then that is what I call
The perfect friendship.
by Lara Wash |
Categories:
love, music, romance,
I like a good chase in a scene
To me that’s everything
The plot
Has to be hot
And the actors
Must know their places their spot
The music in a movie creates the
Entire vibe
It’s what brings the movie
Alive
The wardrobe is of utmost importance
It’s the love of a movie, the romance
That heightens the performance
The wardrobe the cast wore in Dynasty, Mahogany
And even Harlem Nights
Was sugar to my eyes and kept me
Mesmerized
Making a movie is similar to a construction site
It must be built
Like Grandmas quilts
It’s more than
Camera, lights and action
It must leave its Buffs with total
Satisfaction
by Leon Stacey |
Categories:
faith, inspirational, love, on work and working, people, social, visionary, work,
Will it be the actors?
Will it be the singers?
Or will it be the dancers
Who bring the Gospel
With a twist?
Or will it be the pastors,
The apostles and the prophets,
The teachers and evangelists?
by Joel Thornton |
Categories:
absence, i love you, jealousy, life, sad love,
BED OF RAMBLES
Nothing is certain
Within the board of your game
Everything is fluid
Apt to change
Actors as well as Scenarios
Motivations and words
Consequences for paths I have chose
Collecting the weeds
My complacency grew
As my complaints are kept unheard
The gardener
Grim reaper
Follows the anxious sewer
Costly co-dependence on the unloved few
I can’t have anyone
Because I cannot have you
If I remain denied
I swear your love will leave a thirst
None will be satisfied
My shadow will cast all your conquests
Looking over shoulders scared
Informed they jettison Terrified
I love you
Why must you die?
The one possession I refuse to share.
by Zhian Mostofi |
Categories:
life
Reflection is music in spirit
Deception is gratification through
ignorance;
Decisions cover the wallpaper on the
walls and furniture of
This stage we as actors play to these
cosmic gapping wormholes;
Hope steering louder than the hounds
camping out on the shoulders;
All ends in silence, and so gracefully
repainting the road back home
Saddled on the ears of angels,
Playing the lead role,
Carrying hope through a restless letterbox
Writing the story of love as it goes
Shore to shore
Ocean to Ocean,
Underwater yet out in the open
Swimming with the tides as God exhales
them
Breath within, without one cannot go
longer
This...
IS...
IT !!
by Andrew Foreman |
Categories:
love,
the country road we walked
dark captive in dusk's low light,
arms and hands held closely warm
your hair was copper in growing night,
as if shy actors missing cue
constellations splash out in the night,
dark wings wake and fill the air
as if to mock the fading light,
foot falling step'd in step
like mist we're covered with the night,
to breathe your breath
bold vintage sweet and light,
to have, to hold but moments pass
as shadow claimed the dimming light,
too soon, so soon
I walk now into lonely night.
by Ari Ing |
Categories:
beautiful, death, for her, friendship, how i feel, hurt, youth,
The freckles across her unknown face
Were like stars kissing her cheeks
And I was envious of them.
The scars across her tired legs
Like a map showing me each place
Her mind has ever been.
Her weary chest a living urn
Holding ashes of which I have learned
Are from her love now dead.
The smile sweet upon her lips
Fake as the words on an actors script
But few will ever know that truth.
The liquid drowning her bright eyes
'Ever ignored like time passing by
Now finally I can see her.
-ARI
by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
deep, emotions, feelings, friend, friendship love, how i feel, introspection,
So many long-lost friends have come and gone;
like merging shadows consumed by the Night,
while my heart pines for their extinguished light.
Early on, they shone as bright as the dawn,
staying awhile, till time's curtain was drawn:
then, stepping offstage, they slipped out of sight.
Like actors auditioning for a role;
each flame flared, yet soon began to sputter,
playacting became their bread and butter.
And yet, their warmth still lingers in my soul;
tethered to fragile feelings that time stole,
and reduced to emotional clutter.
From failed friendships, I've managed to save
treasured memories I'll take to my grave.
by Thresha Reese |
Categories:
allusion,
All actors trailed by actresses
Know the best way to the tunnels
Is to already be within the
Big Ring that secures this
Magic KINGDOMCUM.
It's not about looking
Through the window and
Getting past the DACS,
Or going back to where
I want to end up.
On the grand tour
I could get lost
When lovers i love
Have no thought of my style.
Go then, go on to Disney Land
And place your hand
On the magical clock!
by Messoh Vincent |
Categories:
best friend, , sweet love,
LOVE
My love
My sweet LOVE
I owe you love
And give you my love.
If I wrote a poem today the title be your name.
If it was a book the first chapter would open with LOVE
And the last stanza would close with promise FOREVER.
If I wrote a song today the title be YOUR LOVE
And in soft crescendo;baritone it will be sung.
If I wrote a play I would ensure both of us major actors
And be the theme feeling of romanchronic emotions
If I had a voice I would sing for you
Every evening before you go to bed.
Now that I don't, this I do; my love
I offer you a room in unreal world
To reside there FOREVER.
by Sand Blown |
Categories:
analogy, appreciation, art,
2001 space odysseys
50th anniversary...
an anormal film
no hollywood fights
love triangles or monsters...
no thing as absurd
possible fiction
a reversed reality...
was worth a tear
all the worlds a stage
and we are but some actors...
reality silt
by Zelda Cane |
Categories:
life
Just a loser,
A loser am I,
Everyone else is so superior,
I am so inferior, oh why, oh why?
My poems are dumb,
Theirs are great,
I love theirs,
But mine I hate.
I feel terrible,
I feel like a big nothing,
Oh how, Oh how,
I wish to be something.
I am a trout
In a pool full of angel fish,
They'll be awed at by little children,
And I'll end up on a paper dish.
They'll be actors,
With all that fame,
And I'll be stuck at home
Playing that dumb monopoly game.
Just a loser,
A loser am I,
Everyone else is so superior,
I am so inferior, oh why, oh why?
by DM Babbit |
Categories:
dance, leaving, life,
All the world is a stage
and we are but actors, singers, musicians, poets,
those ordinary people living through history
attempting to leave some mark
to be raised in an unforgettable memory
that survives all our trials and tribulations.
If only we each of us
could leave something behind
that the world can find a message
some hidden treasure that continues to live
after us.
and the love we shared in living beyond ourselves
for others.
Leonard Cohen's Dance Me to the End of Love
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NGorjBVag0I
by Jack Ellison |
Categories:
life, love, world,
How does one describe true love
But a feeling deep down in your soul
Intangible, a mystery, a true enigma
We're all actors playing a role
It's why this world keeps turning round
Been repeated countless times
The truest passion we'll ever possess
The ultimate in feelings sublime
Imagine a world without this treasure
An armada of empty vessels
Floating along on a nothingness sea
Riding life's precarious trestle
My love and I are truly fortunate
To have found this illusive dream
An enigma that has long puzzled us all
Since man first came on the scene
© Jack Ellison 2012
by Robert Johnson |
Categories:
heart,
Tomorrows child waits for yesterday.
When love was still a mile away.
In the valley of a still moon light.
The stars recall that starry night.
Prayerful dreams hung up so high.
You can barely see them with your eye.
And yet deep in your solemn heart.
You still rehearse your long lost part.
The actors changed as the plot waned.
And in the end nothing was gained.
The mystery of where love goes.
We shrug our shoulder's, nobody knows.
Sometimes the future is never written.
No one know's if you're going to be smitten.
That's when we listen for the sun.
For it's beyond what has been done.
For the Incomplete love story contest. Written July 12, 2018
by Alan Shapiro |
Categories:
allusion, cinderella,
White lightening conjures magical spells,
As you feel binding thoughts from her mind’s wishing well ,
You’re most precious held dreams spin in her wake,
As you breathe in & out to rewrite your fate ,
Now open your eyes to hear whispers ring true ,
A menu of lavender lights up for you ,
As you honor the past in your deepest held trance ,
Remember the scent of your sweetest romance,
As your mind drifts to read what’s next on the page ,
Remember the scent of rosemary & sage ,
So take what you can & honor her heart ,
As the light in her eyes reflects love from the start ,
So listen deeply & imagine the cast ,
As gifted actors pretend from your past .
©2023 AlanShapiro
by Anais Vionet |
Categories:
11th grade, allegory, literature, mythology, teen, vanity,
Pay Shylock his pound
of flesh, give Richard his horse,
let Juliet love anew.
Let go of the ghost -
Shakespeare’s doomed heroes
- pronounce them all dead.
Fight no more battles,
release strings so puppets
finish their dance.
Dismiss the actors,
set horses to pasture,
lower the curtains.
Ever-refreshed
villainy, once banished,
has taken new stage.
Human suffering,
in concert - you won't miss it
- it comes to you.
by Wendy White |
Categories:
anxiety, deep, depression, emo, gothic,
It awakens artists & cures melancholy.
Take me away from this dark reality.
Numb my sorrows & heal my pain.
My wounds will heal, but will I love again?
Absinthe releases the "Green Fairy."
It has inspired writers like Mary Shelley.
Open my third eye to see the mystical.
Everyone's dreams should be magical.
It creates roles for actors to play.
Images of someone they may be someday.
Reciting stories written in rhyme.
An audience is taken to another place & time.
Absinthe releases the "Green Fairy."
It soothes the soul & relaxes the body.
It is a muse to poets like Edgar Allan Poe.
If he was reborn...where would he go?