by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
deep, dream, lost love, love,
I lay down
A lazy Sunday afternoon
The first winds from the north
Blowing snow like a blanket upon our souls
I fall asleep, in a haze of dreams
Where there she appears and forgive the obvious
The woman of my dreams
Never undressed, mind nor body
Here, in my delusion I beg for her heart
Tears roll down upon her chest
I whisper softly, tell me, tell me
You are my twin, in coldness and the dark
Entwined, we breathe slowly in silence
Words have flowed like the tears of the past
I hold on, in love, in desperation, in ecstasy
I caress her hair, and whisper be mine
Forever
Then I awoke, another sad day
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
love, summer,
Oh summer what have you done to me
so many flirtatious winks teasingly
undressing me with every wisp of
a welcomed heat filled breath
Oh summer, oh how you melt me
with those gazing sunrise eyes blinking
and those sweet high noon kisses swimming
fogging up another afternoon aviator sky
Oh summer your warm touches caress
and I'm a mess blushing into a golden
bronze affair wondering when you're not there
if you will ever come back again
Oh summer your nights delight with fire
and a backyard breeze harmony underneath
a blanket of stars and a lemonade moon
hushed I swoon knowing I'm in love
by Francis J Grasso |
Categories:
devotion, joy, love,
I will love you like tomorrow
Like the days that come to me
Like the warmth of summer sunshine
Like a wind that blows me free
To hear the song of nightingales
Beneath a crescent moon
To share each simple pleasure
On a rainy afternoon
In the silence of a morning
Deep within a restless sea
Walking through the darkness
And with everything in me
For every precious moment
That lives in effigy
Love will grow within my soul
To reach eternity
And when we gather moonbeams
After twilight steals the hours
Sleep with me through endless days
Among a sea of midnight flowers
written Aug 23, 2018
by Aiyah Torres |
Categories:
anger, courage, crazy, emotions,
her sunlight shaded with clouds
burning love shuttered in pain.
rainfalls pour down on her feet
black widow spits in demon's face.
broken mirror hangs in the wall
she sees face dirty and old.
pulling down tears one by one
rinse the wound caused by his hands.
she caves underground to feel the darkness
composed herself while brokenhearted.
wait for the morning to witness the sunlight
free her mind to feel the long lost love.
fiercefully, she ran through the door
no regrets, left her home alone.
blue and purple paintings on skin
have gone when she dance in the rain.
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
passionsweet, love, poems, sweet,
Hot. . . white hot Sahara sand am I.
Turning, ever turning, how I burn
white. . . hot white beneath the desert sky.
In search of sweet relief, for you I yearn,
shifting, ever shifting, I’m a dune.
Each particle of me is filled with heat.
I roll beneath the sun of afternoon,
ever passion parched though time be fleet.
I’m drifting to the brink of mad desire.
Cool. . . blue cool, sweet pool that I pursue-
mirages that appear quench not my fire.
Blue. . . cool blue, my remedy is you.
I’m half a continent; my love is vast.
Reveal yourself, Oasis, at long last!
For PD's Your Best Love Poems ((old poems only)) Poetry Contest
by Lynn Marie |
Categories:
food, imagination, life, love, nature, nostalgia, passion,
on a quiet
Sunday
afternoon
rain
playfully
danced
amidst the
flourishing
trees of
Georgia.
memories
tempt
tastebuds
with a
sweet juicy
nectar
ripe with
luscious
desire.
sensually
fragrant
arousing
all senses
slowly,
delicately,
sensually.
peaches
simply are..
the Fruit
of the
Gods..
one of
life's
delectable
pleasures,
for the God
& Goddess
in all.
by John Watt |
Categories:
art, love,
Like a Seurat painting
I view my life up close
and see a million tiny colored dots:
eating breakfast
driving to work
writing a poem
watching television
playing a game
singing a song
going to the park on a Sunday afternoon
You view these dots
from the proper distance,
blend them together
with kind, generous eyes
and you see art
(an ekphrasis poem after the pointillism painting "A Sunday Afternoon
on the Island of La Grande Jatte", by Georges Seurat, 1886)
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
love,
Yellow tips of comfort
eye a corner of my sky
Should be holding on
soft skin caresses of sun
coming round once again
Dipped toes in quiet waters
drenched afternoon delight
swans sit still watching
stallions running home
Honeydew dreams drifting
arms wrapped all around
wild visions flap in the breeze
Listen calls to the meadow
come to me and fill her need
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
love,
My feline bittersweet awakening
came decked with golden trim of flawless days.
A time it was to frolic and to fling
ourselves in grass, all afternoon to laze.
Together we were fearless, wild and free,
a noble lion and his lioness.
And sadly, neither one of us could see
that passion such as ours would evanesce.
Our error was believing that each kiss
could carry us. . . that love could multiply
or even match July’s exceeding bliss.
By summer’s end, our ardor had run dry.
A lion’s appetite can satiate,
and love - less noble then - will soon abate.
Posted 6/11/11/ Now used for the In the Name of Love Contest of Shadow Hamilton
by Timothy Brumley |
Categories:
animals, faith, inspirational, naturelove, i love you,
This morning I hiked a wooded trail
And while quietly strolling along,
I was pleased to hear a lonely quail
A singing his mournful song.
And then again this afternoon
While drawing water from the well
A loon began it's soothing croon
That echoed 'cross the dell.
And in the evening as I dined
While resting in the swing
A mockingbird was very kind
To perch close by and sing.
Then later, as I knelt to pray
In telling God, "I love You"
That, I wished to hear Him say
Just once, He loved me too.
Then Father spoke! "Don't you know?
My son of course I love you too!
I sent couriers today to tell you so
Did my three messengers not find you?"
Timothy I. Brumley
by Jim Marshal |
Categories:
love, nature, nostalgia, passion, peace, places, romance,
The afternoon outlined. The sunny strokes
of a samurai blade on her body
revealing things the eyes feign see.
Tempted, wounded, the virgin parchment floats
between her skin and satin cloak.
Artist; afternoon, craving company
draws her inside-out so innocently,
on purpose leaves the yolk indwelling.
The painter in the corner moans,
he jealous of the afternoons artly
sensual oration.
Improving skin, bare olive tones
of subtle pastel, the moment partly lost
to the constellations.
by Paula Goldsmith |
Categories:
cool, fun, love, summer, sweet, uplifting, words,
Dish held my sugar cone
Ice cream of plump strawberries they were not alone
Sunny afternoon this was sweet when I was young
Hushed my talking tongue.
Date Written: 6/19/2022
1 Place
Note: Acrostic Rhyme
Ice Cream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
by Deb M |
Categories:
age, heart, love, memory, romance,
On a picnic blanket they lay
On a warm afternoon
Next to a field of yellow daisies
Beautiful in bloom
As the sun slowly faded
Entranced in a swoon
They declared their love for each other
Dancing under the moon
Every anniversary was spent there
She hummed their special tune
They celebrated their love
Dancing under the moon
She left the world before him
On a rainy day in June
Sunshine left his life that day
Replaced by sorrow and gloom
Now with a vacant stare
He sits in his care home room
His mind and memories now faded
Thoughts muddled and strewn
Yet ,he still remembers yellow flowers
Humming of a lovely tune
The love he felt for her
Dancing under the moon
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
love,
Humming a beautiful love song
as I skip around the room
the smell of fresh baked cookies
as I enjoy this Tuesday afternoon
Watching children play in the leaf piles
out in the neighbor's front yard
Daydreaming of a family
together between me and you
Days of smiles and nights of warmth
in a cozy little home upon a grassy noll
Giant oaks and evergreens
along with an apple tree
filling up our hillside
where we'll picnic in the spring
Holding hands and living dreams
what love is supposed to be
A note I'll write for you my dear
about a time I do foresee
Where my heart is full
the beats ring true
and love is all we live
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
love,
Rhythmic creaks and gentle squeaks
from the withered old wooden rocking chair
fill the sweltering late summer afternoon air
a peaceful breeze blows across his tepid brow
the old man begins to weep
as he thinks of his wife inside
Drips and drops and a little splash
fall down into the half-full sink
a lemon scent mixed with her lilac essence
warm the cozy spotless kitchen
The old woman plates coffee gateau
smiles and sits next to him
offering a taste of her treat
Rich creamy chocolate and a hint of hazelnut
he savors every bite of her love
He smiles and whispers
how lucky he is to have her
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
love,
Hammock swings the blue bird sings
another lazy afternoon
thoughts of a Paris romance
dinner for two
oh how you made me swoon
Many birthday wishes and moonlight kisses
that day I said I do
That Monalisa's smile, how I stared for a while
a soft lavender breeze
those flowers in your hair
how we made our feelings a home
Not a day goes by when I don't remember that time
Squeezing me tight, how could I ever depart
When you touched my hand,
and entered my life
you touched every inch of my heart
by Lin Lane |
Categories:
love,
When dawn's light is drawn from the moon
And morning dew arrives in the afternoon
When willows rejoice instead of weeping
And promises are no longer worth keeping
When artists paint only in dull shades of gray
And stars abandon the realm of the Milky Way
When a pen and ink no longer can I find
When love is a word that can be defined
That will be the moment when I stop loving you
And my heart forever dwell in a world of blue
by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories:
love, old,
One day soon I will grow old enough
not to remember the date,day, night and season
But , my mind ... My mind would never forget that hazy afternoon
When Spring was over, yet lilacs blossomed with your return.
by Lin Lane |
Categories:
happiness,
I find delight in bright stars and moonlight, a cooing dove, and wooing for love
'Happy' is a feeling without a ceiling, can't be bought, is more than words impart
It's a smiling child, wild flowers, afternoon showers, and the powers of God above
Happiness is pure pleasure, a treasure we can't hide and starts inside our hearts
:) August 11, 2017 (:
Rhyme Battle: Happiness
Sponsor: Juli-Michelle
by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories:
desire, love,
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 Sienna Ethylpen |
Categories:
abuse, anger, love,
Your fingers begin their release
pinkie, palm, to thumb.
The sensation lingers on my skin.
My knees week, body numb.
The indentation around my neck,
it is starting to bruise.
A shade of yellow appears.
Slowly, a green, purple, and blue.
I fall to my knees
kicked while I try to stand.
I slowly raise up my head
it’s met with the back of your hand.
Viciously from your mouth
the venomous words spew.
I can smell on your breath
the remains of your afternoon chew.
This is how painful it is,
to be in love with you.
by Arturo Michael |
Categories:
care, love, sweet,
Everybody needs
A little love and care
A friendly hello, how are you dear
A little smile
Can go for millions of miles
To make rainbows out of stormy skies
You don't have to be
Extravagant
A little courtesy is sufficient
But what I have to say I can't hold back
I really mean it
And that's a fact
I want to hug you, in the morning
Before it's breakfast time
I believe my arms were made for hugging you
And yours were meant for mine
I want to hug you, in the afternoon
A sunny evening delight
I want to snuggle really close when stars are out
And hug you under moonlight
by Joseph May |
Categories:
rain,
When gray clouds imposed their will upon the sky
With roaring refrain thunder replied
And raindrops in buckets came tumbling down
With life giving waters the earth it did crown
As it rained and rained all through the day
I watched from my window at my garden's bouquet
As the lilacs and violets in fragrant repose
Swayed in the wind as did the rose
When raindrops met roses that summer afternoon
I watched from my window up in my room
As the flowers drank this nectar sent from above
There meeting it seemed was all about love
by Margarita Lillico |
Categories:
imagery, imagination, summer,
Midsummer hot afternoon hip
From licking lips of ice-cream drip.
Chocolate and mint I often crave
But strawberry - my old time fave!
Exquisite, palate pleasing taste -
My thrilled tongue twirling, soaked and bathed.
Body and mind of chilling bliss -
Hot and cold dish of ice cream kiss.
Ultimate height under the sun,
Where joy and pleasure melts in one.
Midsummer dream of taunting tease -
Languorous love in heat wave breeze!
June 20, 2022
by Teddy Kimathi |
Categories:
beauty, deep, emotions, imagery, love, soulmate, true love,
O, Darling
I want to be lost in the deepest core
of your heart,
as my soul flutters like a butterfly.
You are the woman I had been waiting
for, all my life.
Patiently drifting in time and space,
I had many breakups and heartbreaks,
piled in my memory like garbage.
Finally I met you on one silent,
summer afternoon, as you tried to decode
the meaning of life,
just like me.
Now,
I crave to open up your heart like a Christmas gift,
and flutter to the deepest emotions
that you seldom let the world see.
I want to see your glories and scars
as they are,
as you also see mine.
O, Sweet Sweet Darling,
take me to your heart just as I am.....