by Daniel Turner |
When we were young we loved our fairy tales
A frog could be a prince with just one kiss
Each cloud, a boat where dreamers could set sail
Imagination was the great abyss
Too soon we grew and lost our innocence
Found out that swords are never pulled from stones
That dreams come true but only with expense
And happy ever after's come and gone
Yet some of us still wish upon a star
Believe that rainbows come with pots of gold
Reality is life for most comes hard
And love like water runs both hot and cold
Like you I wish that fairy tales came true
But grown ups know they very seldom do
by Daniel Turner
by Gregory Richard Barden |
tender, but with melodic intent
just SO ...
and sigh sweetly
the delightful answer
to my questioning hands
a gentle press ...
your supple curves against me
fitting me like dovetail
your quivers ...
soft-thrumming my flesh
matching your moans
the hushing pulse of your body
urges me on ...
your swan-like neck
satin beneath my hot palm
as it moves lower
deft digits dancing across you
like a wild Spaniard
we are ... one
our purpose, the same
oh, sing to me now
let my passion be your cry
let our lullabies of love and desire
move souls ...
and ache hearts
my beloved ...
by White Wolf |
analogy, joy, love,
Such lovely lilac and crimson tones,
As a rainbow of colours fill the sky,
Radiant and beautiful soothes my bones,
Takes me above the clouds so far and high.
Captured in a moment of total bliss,
Wondering all the time what is life for?
Suspended in awe like a lover’s kiss,
Never felt like this to my very core.
Love all around and it's time I was found,
Beauty everywhere can't you see her smile,
Smiling at you and smiling all around,
It's time you gave love a chance for awhile.
But leave me above the clouds, here I'll stay,
I have found love in a different way.
(Ten syllables per line)
by Silent One |
analogy, lost love, love hurts,
she was a caterpillar,
i her cocoon
she was the music
i her dance
she was the rose
i her thorns
she was lost among the stars
i showed her the moon
i drifted like a tepid breeze
but she was lost in the storm
she was right
i was not wrong
she lit the fire
i burnt like hell
23 October 2018
by Sandra Adams |
analogy, flower, love, rose,
is love to be a wilted rose
to fade beneath the winter snows
to pierce itself with its own thorn
its beauty hide in death to mourn
i watch it bloom from tiny seeds
a spark of lust from passion bleeds
unfold itself within a kiss
then fade within the dying bliss
December 30, 2019
by Greg Gaul |
adventure, allegory, analogy, death, destiny, dream, philosophy,
your time is near,
be part of it.
Fall into the great ocean
your conscious way,
Nature's final notion.
let it go,
it happens so,
embrace the black.
Droplet make a tiny splash.
Whisper in your Bardo ear,
till you're no longer here,
and flesh turns to simple ash.
So sleep little droplet,
how sweet the dew.
To love it and live it
and to start anew.
by Charlie Smith |
Let leave this uncontented mind
That clings to hate for fear of change
Such pain of sight that keeps me blind
When light to dawn could be as strange
As fear of loss renounces love
So dreams are stilled before their due
My relevance is to rise above
With heart to bravely live life true...
by James Horn |
Nearly Dearly and Still Sincerely
Was almost sudden true love nearly,
Yet still to death did love her dearly,
Then in a grove,
Found treasure trove,
Simply, apparently and so sincerely.
by Anil Deo |
analogy, art, history, love, voice, wisdom, words,
Many march into a new month
Themes as old as winters warmth -
Love that is, no matter the weather
Poets write to heal, feel, reveal other
Ways to taste words, kiss reality
"Witnessing" not judging, that's poetry
by Isaiah Zerbst |
analogy, innocence, romance, rose, youth,
Thou art to me the fairest crimson rose,
A tender bloom with dawn's first colour gilt;
Yet ev'ry flow'r in mortal clime that grows,
Is here for but a time, and then does wilt.
By all I e'er held dear, I now aver,
That though a rose may wilt, yet still 'tis sweet;
I only hope a place I could secure
In fondest adoration at thy feet.
For fairness found in form and face will fail,
But that within the heart may shine undimmed;
Though nothing for youth's beauty may avail,
A heart with golden deeds may yet be rimmed.
My Juliet, in truth I do declare,
I love thee not for youthful beauty fair.
by Gene Bourne |
analogy, assonance, character, desire, feelings, longing,
I composed a song version of this poem with different lyrics but the same "beat".
When you see three "dots" ... pause for a second.
All it took...
Was your hand caress my neck...
As you passed.
Or a word...
Of affection, not some play...
You were cast.
No gifts... to please,
No wants... appeased.
So few... the signs,
Your eyes... were mine.
What we wished was truly there...
When it's not.
No ones fault...
She can't be the fantasy...
You had sought.
Only happens when
Two hearts have
Joined as one...
I will wait for
Love to come.
by Paloma P |
allegory, analogy, drink, funny love, humorous, hyperbole, romance,
She was like Bordeaux,
a tall drink of spirit
He was more a hopped
pale lager like Pilsner,
both gorgeous and
super gingered flavors,
although clashing mid
respective savored aplomb,
one so refined the other
rowdy after hours,
yet they complimented
each other in the way
they blended their
intoxicated by mere
existence of nature's
by Gregory Richard Barden |
age, analogy, heartbreak, lost love, memory, soulmate, time,
The summer sand beneath my feet,
Now cooling with the twilight blush,
Is time's reminder, rough and sweet,
Of when we found our tender crush ...
This lonesome beach where, long ago,
We loved 'neath towels, raw and slow,
And pledged that one, we'd always be ...
Now swept, with years ... far out to sea.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "For Your Poetry Journal" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart aka Broken Wings, Judge & Sponsor.
by L. J. Carber |
analogy, beauty, celebration, love, wisdom,
When flowers die,
they die slowly-
edge by edge
the petals curl,
should be let go before
the first tinge of death
while they are yet
radiant in deepest color.
We humans, however,
must stay alive long,
long past our first bloom--
till we have crinkled and
brutishly browned from
the excesses of time.
Yet we have
what flowers have not:
our love for them
dies with them
while our love
for our beloved blooms
ever more resplendent
with the long years,
lasting past the fading,
lasting past even death itself....
by Caleb Calvo |
analogy, destiny, for her, inspirational love, love, relationship, wedding,
Why is a rose a symbol of love?
Is it the lushious velvety red color?
Is it the beautiful spiral the petals make?
Or is it the gestures that come with the rose?
Why are roses the common flower for Valentine's Day?
Is it perhaps the same in general?
My interpretation of the rose is quite deeper.
The stem being the point in time where we first connect The thorns being the obstacles we face together.
The lushious velvety red color being the happiness and color of our beaming faces on our wedding day.
And the beautiful swirling petals being the illustrious and amazing life we live together.
by CHRISDAD KOJO ARTHUR |
analogy, assonance, beauty, care, imagery, joy, love,
LOVE ME LOVE MY INK
Did I make you happy?
Did I use my dexterity?
Did you fall in love?
Did you love the ink?
My hand is ready
Tell me that feeling
That Indescribable feeling
Only the ink understands
Only the poet has the hands
Love me Love my ink
by Winged Warrior |
analogy, deep, feelings, loss,
Seduced by the selective solitudes...I pick one
I chose the 100th... amongst the sacrificial setting sun
Frost filled frozen forests...forever frowning
As my breath spreads thru the vastness...forever drowning
Tic toc tic toc...my thoughts trapped in an elliptical time
100 years of solitude... panegyrical punishment for my crime
What am I guilty of?...daring to...Love!
TITLES OF NOVELS - Poetry Contest
By nette onclaud
One Hundred Years Of Solitude ( Gabriel Marquez Garcia)
My form...a mixture of alliteration, rhyme and free verse.
Rhyme scheme aabb,cc,...d
by James Horn |
Nurse for Better Or Worse
Had married my wife for better or worse.
And she ended up becoming a nurse;
Not only that became an Registered RN;
On general floor is where she did begin.
With others her each ability did share
Became part of Neonatal Intensive Care
When she put on each nursing shoe
Would always end up going to NICU.
Each morning when sun would rise
She was an angel in her disguise
Back in those days a person knows
All white were all of her clothes.
Of course now must start to admit;
Love all her patients could never quit
Each day more in love with her fell
Hearing stories she had to tell
This is all true with no fake news.
by Juliet Ligon |
analogy, first love, goodbye, happy, heartbroken, kiss, life, lost love, love, romantic, sad love,
There was no closure of a proper goodbye.
I tried, but...
Your body became limp and cold as
We froze alone
in different time warps.
My ambiguous stutters
They pinched as they burrowed
like earwigs in each ear.
My mouth opened slowly
to suck the words back in.
Then the dead revived
and embraced my skin.
My heart bloomed in profusion
like first love's lilac.
With lips on lips
you took my words back.
by Laura Breidenthal |
absence, allegory, analogy, angst, change, confusion, corruption, crazy, creation, dark, life, light, lonely, loss, love,
In vile defeat I confided to helplessness
I cringed knowing I know so little
As inadequate as I am I felt responsible
I felt responsible to know everything
In this mentality I suffered long nights
Over thinking myself and overlooking life
Until I gave up the pain for a little while
And took a deep, dark look to the other side
by Charlie Smith |
analogy, love, spring,
was no less tender
than the first bloom of spring
teardrops on her cheek
glistened like morning dew
how is it possible that I am
the only one that noticed
what more could she be to me
by Gregory Richard Barden |
analogy, longing, love, metaphor,
We fall prey to love
Devoured whole by the need to be needed
No matter how long or high or thick the walls
No matter the time spent in isolation building them, formidable
They crumble to dust with but a whisper of hope
Of love and the needs attached
At its mercy
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Contest Number 505 Any Form Or None" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
by John Gondolf |
analogy, lost love, pain, rose,
The pain within that pierces deep
is like the prick of rose’s thorn
and leaves my meager mind to mourn
while yearning for eternal sleep.
These tristful tears from my soul seep
like winter’s chill on summer morn
are but a sign of love forlorn
that causes weary will to weep.
While gazing in her soft green eyes
I thought that love was here to stay,
but now I find my hope’s demise
is just the guise of flower’s way;
for underneath her beauty lies
the thorn with which her wiles betray.
July 12, 2020
by Edwin Hofert |
analogy, family, fantasy, grandparents, imagination, silly,
Son Of A Gun
My Great Great Grandpa was a musket
only one son he would want.
My Great Great Grandma named him shotgun
he used to love to hunt.
He too would only want one son
and that's just what he got.
My Great Grandma named him rifle
he was a single shot.
Married with one son himself
Grandpa wouldn't take no static.
His son was highly favored
and they named him automatic.
Along then came my daddy
who I never gave no lip.
He lived inside a holster
that men wore on their hip.
He had a great big family
but I'm his favorite one.
My daddy was a pistol
I'm a son of a son of a son of a gun.
Edwin C Hofert
by James Edward Lee Sr. |
analogy, appreciation, confusion, for her, friendship love, i love you,
FRIEND MAY I LOVE YOUR HEART---
shall I cry again
I shall embrace your shadow
whisper in your eyes
again shall I cry
being more than just a friend
allow me to love
may I be more than
just a friend may have loves heart
shall I cry again
written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©