by Charmaine Chircop |
the rapid beating
of a giving heart sublime
by Tom Quigley |
age, life, time,
A t f i r s t, a l a z i l y f l o w i n g r i v e r
Timeless warm glow of a summer’s day
In love with the world’s vibrancy
Inaudible, clock ticking
Safe in seeming endlessness
Each day a lifetime
Some wished away
Sweet life full
A n t i c i p a t e d
milestones fly past, too fast
Children’s years wax eternal
While ours accelerate quickly
Scenery outside the train’s window
Ever more beautiful, yet blurring, faster
© Thomas W. Quigley
by Charlie Smith |
The basis of all beauty is hope,
It gives no cause to sadness...
The sight of beauty will never age the eye,
Its only reflection is from the face of others...
The Grace of beauty bathes the soul with purity,
It never exists until petitioned by an open heart...
Beauty gives life to poetry,
We are as beautiful as we choose to be...
by Peter Rees |
age, dark, death, feelings, old, sad,
Speak of it not,
think of it not,
lest regrets may
cloud the failing light,
a shroud becomes.
This little thing,
once proud in love and lust,
now hides its face
and soon it will be dust.
Gone is the lustre
of fond imaginings,
as shadows deepening
enfold what once
seemed ever bright,
by Michelle Faulkner |
depression, lost love, relationship,
'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?'
Were I to be more truthful, and less kind
Once fair, your hair now more consumed by gray
Your dewy luster I struggle to find
As weighted toll of years fills in your frame
And roses on your cheeks falter and fade
I can not say if it is age I blame
Or from the fall of youth, a cynic's made
Is it my eyes too blighted to recall
The fragile beauty your face once possessed
No large gash dealt, only dying in small
Moments I turned away from your caress
Unwatered, our garden lies bleak and spent
Winter coating the stems where summers went.
by Andrea Dietrich |
My love is like a worker's gloves grown old.
His hands are leather, roughened now with age
and years of work in weather hot and cold,
yet through the many years, he has grown sage. . .
My love is like a builder's pair of boots.
He's dusty and fatigued and still he walks
while trailing mud, but now his attributes
shine through despite life's many stumbling blocks.
My love is like a pair of jeans much worn,
a pair of socks with holes that have stayed warm.
Though time and all the trials he has borne
have left him frayed, he wishes no one harm.
To write a beaming sonnet would not do,
but threadbare love (in some ways) bests the new.
by Robert Lindley |
encouraging, family, humanity, life, love, truth, wisdom,
Bit Of Truth And Wisdom, Found In Old Age
At that age wisdom says life is a joke
consider blindness of other poor folk.
Stop to ponder why on earth we exist
you may just find giving on that big list.
To live well, love hard and thus procreate
easy to see easier to relate.
Living life together with your soulmate
should be a part of everybody's Fate!
Finding life is not about what you got
should be holding solid, number one spot
Tis more about life lived well and deeper
with one you found, knew to be a keeper
If long life, happiness is your great aim
if reaching not for it, you are to blame!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-16-2017
by Charlie Smith |
angel, prayer, spiritual,
As we worship, bring the silence
in gracious peace ring down the day.
Stay the light that's stained with violence,
deliver calm, pass ill storms away.
Send to us your guileless servant,
pure of faith and stainless heart.
Confer to him a truce so verdant
with joyous love and hope impart.
Stand guard against faults that rage
and spare less fortune from the cold.
Lift these hearts, fallen, fled with age
and never loose us from your hold.
Share with us your saving Grace
with harmony that men embrace.
Rhyming Poem On Angels Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
by Paula Goldsmith |
age, baby, cry, food, life, old, youth,
The story of life from young to old is the same old story told over and over.
We start out and end in diapers.
We start out and end with no teeth.
We start out and end eating soft foods we do not like the taste of.
We start out and end falling down.
We start out and end needing care.
We start out and end crying day and night.
We start out with nothing and end taking nothing with us.
We only have the precious time between young and old to live a life of love to others.
The story of life is the story we leave behind.
Date Written: 6/7/2019
A contest on aging Poetry Contest sponsored by Emile Pinet
by Quoth TheRaven |
devotion, growing up, morning, true love,
Who was it that first said..
'the eyes are the window to the soul'..
who's eyes did they envision..
and how did they know?
And what of sweet wetted fingers that comb..
to straighten this messed heart cowlick I own.
Few well paired wanderlust seek a divine pardon..
still fancy the folly of youth's far flung travels.
Two trespass meadow lost to petal lined garden,
til intimacy's last mystery unravels.
Darting dawn awakes to write upon love's torn page..
parting drawn in true type font in spite of heart's age.
by SKAT A |
absence, cry, desire, feelings, moving on, sorry,
"When returning love, becomes to Late"
From her eyes
His name the name
She mumbles silently
3 rivers, 3 years, 2 many tears
She loves him endlessly
Sending her soul
A free feeling,
Finally, he fell
Engaging, equal to the spell
Morning, mountains and more
Move across a new age moon
His heart happily
Traveling towards hers
Dashing dandy, onto her dinner plate
Too long she waited,
She's not hungry, her heart self healed
3 rivers 3 years 2 late
Her tears faded his rusty name
by Daniel Turner |
crush, funny love, humorous, teacher,
As I look back, it all seems funny now
Recalling all those awkward teen age years
I pushed the limits farther than allowed
Supposedly when young, we had no fears
Infatuation caught me with the blues
My heart was swollen by love's gentle sting
It was a crush that only left a bruise
Left by the diamond in her wedding ring
The first day I laid eyes on her, I fell
The lightning bolt she was, that shook my world
And to this day I swear I'd know her smell
Could she have read my mind, she'd likely hurled
I hated school but never missed her class
She said she loved me 'cause I made her laugh
original poem by Daniel Turner
by SKAT A |
adventure, art, beauty, encouraging, first love, inspirational, journey, me, vanity, visionary,
I've found the fountain of youth
When I stumbled across the forbidden garden
Right in the middle of everything
Was what I imagined being a wishing well
I at once tossed a quarter into the sea
Facing down, puzzled as can be
I peeked in to ensure where it fell
I tipped over and that's when I saw my vanity
It was sitting there waiting for me
The reflection was before this day and age
I thought, what could this be?
With one drop on my taste buds
I knew I found the one true key
The most beautiful thing that can set one free
I reached in to touch the poetry inside me
by Ngoc Nguyen |
age, innocence, longing, loss, love, lust, youth,
I mourn for the death of my erstwhile youth,
a time of innocence and naive bliss
which hid from me life's dark, unpleasant truth,
but for ever holds all the joys I miss;
a time of manly beauty, brawn, and thews,
as of a Greek god in his peerless prime,
like Heracles of fabled strength, sinews,
and might that's of renown from mythic time.
But, O Desire!...how do I most long for
your renewal of my now lovelorn life
for me with the fair virgins of folklore,
whose maidenhead only can soothe my strife!
Now in the fall of my increasing years,
I have lost youth—and love—as old age nears.
by Emile Pinet |
10th grade, 9th grade, age, anxiety, feelings, image, old,
Loneliness is a graveyard, haunted by old ghosts,
empty memories, and unfulfilled dreams:
where hearts endure
a constant pain.
Tomorrows are getting fewer than yesterdays,
now it seems I'm cursed to spend life alone.
In my youth I'd fantasize about love,
and can't convey how it feels, to feel unwanted.
I want to love, and to be loved,
isn’t that what life’s all about?
Paper thin smiles,
shadow sad tears.
by Samantha Withee |
absence, adventure, age, anger, bible, words,
Slowly I see the light decrease off your hand
You say love but do you see my eyes
Surviving you is a long vanished pen
As building it through is what I witness
Occasionally you grasp me effortless
This new found conviction is astonishing
As you see my devotion but never entitle it
Perhaps in time you will revolutionize
So I give you my voice to authentic expectation
Love should never harm, as I do find you irresistible
I pray to up beyond but at wish some things aren't precise
So I just listen to a spirit, as my future plays a shipping canal
And this is the power, the power of now.
by Line Gauthier |
age, death, fire, mother, mother daughter,
Tell me, mother
what did the fire
whisper to you
as it wrapped your frail body
in its flaming blanket
as it caressed your cheeks
and clenched your hands
as it kissed your eyelids
the way I tenderly used to
closing those deep oceans of love
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on February 1, 2022 for contest A STRAND (1063) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
collaboration with Chandana Ramachandran
by Kim Merryman |
earth are as
fleeting as a
shadow. Try as we
might to hold onto them
They slip through our fingers like
hourglass sand and we grow old. Our
memories fade, sight grows dim, names and
faces escape our grasp. Every day we
struggle to maintain our dignity. Steps
grow slower, hearts grow weaker as time
takes its toll. Too soon death will come
calling and snatch us away.
But until that day we
live, we breathe, we love.
Every day is a
gift from God.
by Eve Roper |
A desire of truth only his pleasant warmth
can provide comfort. As I age tears and disquiet
are my reward. I'm saddened by reality.
I, an old brittle woman has lost sketched
from memory, crystal sparks adoring our life
all replaced with winter's sleep and loneliness.
For I am weak, searching, reaching for what is,
really is. Drowning, struggling through
the chilly winds with aching darkness.
Day after dark day, my home, a sealed coffin;
in a bitter resentment detestable world.
Crazed, I gaze out at verge of night
at the gnarled sky and beyond
and grip to hope unwilling to let go.
by John lawless |
age, life, love, wisdom,
I see love
wetting a napkin
cleaning a frowning face
I see love
holding a pocketbook
outside the ladies dressing room
I see love
I see love
hurrying to keep up
I see love weeping
the joy of a life together
I see love
looking back at me
I know love
for I have been seen
I See Love – Poetry Contest
by Richard Lamoureux |
age, blessing, longing, love, marriage, night,
We were vibrant once
but it seems the sun has taken it's toll
Slowly wrinkles and cracks have appeared
Our once glowing skin has perceptibly faded
I am now a fan of the moon
It allows us to maintain the illusion of youth
I prefer it's more subtle glow
as it washes over our bodies
Passion is our elixir
For our spirits have not faded
Our desire is the fountain of youth
You my forever bride
make this man thankful
for each and every time
you leave me breathless
by Sara Kendrick |
But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:8, KJV
R ejected ungraciously at a young age
E jected right away
J ust what were they thinking?
E xcluded from a family's love
C aring move for self, not the child
T ell me how did you fare in your life's quest?
I gnorant were they just like Jesus said on the cross
O therwise they would have held the child very close
N ow I understand and forgive releasing those feelings so I can live
A little tidbit about my life. Forgiveness is the key.
by PATRICIA CRESSWELL |
i am the twisted sister of a twister
lava lady just learning to boil
my words erupt
yes they are mine
no matter the language
age or blasphemy
i will bid and they will obey
the garnet blood of passion
be it love or otherwise
will spread its intoxicating infusion
to heat the feeble mind to intensities
that will make the priest weep in his vows
and down in the dives where the hip grinding
sweat soaking miasma of lust cradles
blues will be reborn
I am the queen bee dripping with honeyed pearls
she who scratches with a stick in mud
plays keys full of white lightening
here to spread sweet hot spice
on a gray woolsock world.
by Robertina B. |
encouraging, inspirational, love,
Lost in love
The age of innocence..
A soft breeze surrounds..
Lost in love
As the fountain of truth implodes within..
Loss of words ..
In a moment of sweet bliss..
Chanting a heavenly song..
A gentle caress..
Filled with validation of profound love..
Lost in love..
An infusion of eurphoria..
Where there lies no boundaries..
Lost in your eyes of Universal language..
The life force..
Lost in love
Strength is gained..
Seek the only truth..
Which is love..
by Jim Dunlap |
appreciation, celebrity, england,
He lives upon a printed page,
marching golden in a dream.
His words described a brighter age --
which quaffed the milk and lapped the cream.
Fate brought him forth to love and live --
scion of a proud and noble race.
All he sacrificed and all he'd give
was deeply marked upon his face.
No gold survives the final frost:
in his prime death carried him away.
In wars, a nation's best are lost;
as then it happens still today.
His home was England, vale and hill;
across the years, he's with us still.