by Yanny Widjanarko |
Categories:
love, nostalgia, passion,
Nostalgic in noon
Apostrophe in desire
Linger kiss on you
by Richard Autry |
Categories:
love,
You are my life's apostrophe
The part that has always been missing in me
You're right where the hyphen used to be-
You are my life's apostrophe
Once a question mark was all I had?
And commas dominated my soul,
Semicolons; separated my dreams
And the ellipse was firmly in control...
Then you placed your brackets around my [heart]
Your braces around my {soul}
Your parentheses surround my (dreams)
You're the exclamation mark in my life so droll!
by Leon Enriquez |
Categories:
change,
Choice knows the play,
Allow for zest;
Live well this day,
Make love your fest.
Align your heart,
Ply a sound feel;
Opt cheery start,
Sense sparks kind will;
Touch tells you now,
Rise with sure stride;
Observe endow,
Prime your own ride;
Heed that sure need,
Etch poise that feeds.
Leon Enriquez
31 October 2014
Singapore
by Tomas Vincent Marra |
Categories:
analogy, confusion, love, relationship, riddle, word play,
love was a lonely Syllable
Embedded hypothetically in the
syntax of the
Story of
You and
Me
We quoted ,
I love you
And you , sic [loved me]
But perhaps
this was
Your hyperbole
Parenthesis
you
kept
[Me] in,
Frenetically
in case
our verbs
became nouns
No verisimilitude
Imbedded logically
the allusion
Came alive
Described
So
speciously
All too clear
Once I chose
To study
The
history
No,
The Plot discovered,
This was
My own soliloquy
Dear Apostrophe ,
you and I
We are not
Like simile
Truth be told
I only resemble
Footnotes
In the ledger
Of your
Poetry
by John Lawless |
Categories:
farewell, love,
Copley Square – circa 1955
Copley Square, cobblestone streets,
chattering liars
rattling farewell to midnight’s
dampened, dwindling fires.
Gas lights flickering
trembling at passion’s passing –
two hearts bickering.
9/13/2017
submitted to – SEGUIDILLA – Poetry Contest
howmanysyllables has a few quirks
it counts the apostrophe in “passion’s”
as a syllable and also counts the dash (-)
as a syllable.
by Melani Udaeta |
Categories:
emotions, feelings, love,
More than a little bit transient
except when I look in your eyes;
My soul frozen by your cement
grounded by faith my spirit flies;
Balance is what you emphasize
without a ‘you’ there is no ‘me’;
Our lows are the flip side of highs,
the yin yang of apostrophe.