autumn, love, nature,
by Andrea Dietrich |
F eeling enraptured, Autumn dances in the wind, then undresses.
A s bright robes fall to the ground, her passion paints the twilight skies.
L ike a nymph, she beckons, tossing her fiery auburn tresses.
L ongingly she sighs - September’s bliss lingering in her eyes.
I ndian summer days come; then they go.
N ights though chill, embrace her in indigo.
L ater, in November, her sweetness wanes.
O ctober cannot stay forever loving her.
V acantly she gazes through freezing rains.
E ndearments whispered - cease - when Fall loses ardor.
by Vijay Pandit |
Find me then, when gilded ruby sky
Adorns mauve twilight on canvas pink
Pleasing ardor of magenta dreams
Tinting smiles in brushstrokes tangerine;
Find me then, when ocean's blue bosom
Scintillates waves' vermilion passions
As sun's orange glow folds in embrace
Caressing kiss of love --find me then.
June 11, 2020
Placed 3rd: Repeat the phrase poetry contest
Nine syllables per line (hommanysyllables.com)
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
by Charles Fuller |
devotion, inspirational, passion, peace,
She is the whispering of the bluest waters
Standing in the stillness she calls to me
Within the sounds of the coursing river
I feel the ease of her comfort washing over me
Consumed by her soft flowing siren song
Cascading down the mountains banks
Waltzing in the descending whitewater
Coming to rest in a cooled pool of her caress
Illumed depths tepid in the evening sun
Enhanced of her life and ardor
Drinking her intoxicating breath exhaling out
My love is the river of azure water
Ever carrying me onward she moves
by Connie Marcum Wong |
autumn, love, october, passion, poetry, romantic love,
Ardor of Autumn
Wind rolls off the river, chills the bones.
My cheeks are rosy from Chicago's cold.
Now wrapped in warmth inside with tea and scones,
October has my body feeling old.
Yet, I love the views autumn colors bring
The rain that falls upon my window pane,
How nature's timing changes everything,
How death of cold rejuvenates again.
The beauty of this season inspires
Poetry to flow from my hand to pen,
As romantic thoughts of my desires,
Memories of our tender love back when
Our souls first encountered a love so deep,
As I recall those times they make me weep.
Autumn sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
by Andrea Dietrich |
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 Joyce Johnson |
Could it be only yesterday we met?
This night together seemed so very right.
So nice to wake up to a happy face,
To find you with me still at morning light.
I dare not think my lonely days are done,
It is too soon to be so optimistic.
I must be patient, wait to see what comes,
Dampen my ardor, be more realistic.
Is this but the first of our shared breakfasts?
I fear I’ll frighten you with silly talk.
You must admit that we are good together.
I grab your leash and take you for a walk.
by Jeremy Michael |
Deserving all deserts and worth all worths,
My love is admiration’s mirrored whole,
A shadowed shade whose forms do form rebirths,
I’m boldly uncontrolled in her control.
A burning nymph who’s in all fairness fair,
My love’s accounted without frankness frank,
To stress distress she counts my bareness bare
And burns my ardor with a rankness rank.
To hold and not be held is wealthless wealth,
To see and not be seen is sightless sight,
To cure and not be cured is healthless health,
To love and not be loved is lightless light.
A crisp and charming cat sans coyness coy,
My love’s a lifeless life and joyless joy.
by Charles Fuller |
devotion, hope, introspection, life, love, wife,
Her song carried out in sweetest rapture notes so pellucid
Breathe of them in listened serenity…
Her eyes show the portrait of what truly exists within
A subject of assiduous study…
Bearing witness her ears chronicle every touch of moment
Append her the whisper of ardor…
Those thoughts build stairs to the threshold of her mind
Scale its heights with pure intent…
One unsullied heart in pash heated spirit given to me freely
Held amorously it becomes my own…
I enter her arms into the gateway of tender adoration
Where I sleep safely in serenities peace…
by Connie Marcum Wong |
Luna, shine your light on our love
With breathless ardor from up above.
A Valentine Crystalline Poetry Contest
Sponsor Kim Rodrigues
by Eve Roper |
emotions, imagery, love, music, romance,
your music moves
clouds in the cool sky
spellbound embracing stars
thoughts knot and pool
with ardor emotion
listening to you play music
with the push and pull
of each black and white key
like the free back and forth
rhythmic gentle motion
of the ocean tide
as I too magically hypnotize
in a dream moving upon its waves
twining blush feelings rush
as l lean forward
and focus upon your face
you briefly elope
and secretly steal
a glance upon mine
through your unspoken
hush words touching my heart
letting your mere utterance
escort the melody
melt down my spine
then back up again
yearning for ardor
emotion of your touch
through the ebbing night
by Mark Pringle |
confusion, introspection, life, love, passion
I breathe in ardor!
I grapple in passion!
...but of this whim called….love?
I am unacquainted
by Brian Baumgarn |
happiness, love, romance, trust,
Our life as one has been about
knowing completely our special other,
while caring in all seasons for one another,
while yearning to share all new moments
with each other,
both now and forever.
Just now, as we shared a quiet moment together,
I saw the radiant clarity of your eyes,
and the purity which is you filled me,
echoing and resounding to the depths of my soul.
I hold your hand and with silent ardor pray
that the same is true for you now, my love,
**For my brother and sister-in-law
who communicate without ever speaking.
by cecil hickman |
girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, husband, life, love, romance, wife,
Sweet and tender, they seal a bond,
Movements caress preciously to all.
With trembles, they will call.
Especially of yours I am fond.
They cast spell like a wizard’s wand.
Captured I was, when I saw.
My heart tied in a ball.
Pressing onward I respond.
Lips such as yours are my delight.
When ours meet, emotional treat,
Sensual feelings ever so bright,
Ardor expands without defeat.
Each kiss of morning or night,
Our souls locked, lovers complete.
written on 7/21/12
written by Cecil Hickman
by cecil hickman |
girlfriend, happiness, husband, relationship, romance, spring, summer, wife,
My love, your breath, fresh as a spring breeze,
Caresses my face, with a wondrous tone,
As your sweet lips, approach mine, we moan.
For expectation, of such pleasurable tease,
For there is no time, for emotions to please,
Our brief moments, are barely, only a loan.
For passion delivers, future beautifully alone,
Our ecstasies of movements together, appease.
After spring, before the heat of summer time,
Our ardor grows; grows within each heart.
Our touch, Heavens blessing, to each other,
These moments, hours, days have no crime.
Together forever, our souls, never part,
Our spirits are free, to love; never smother.
by Cecilia Macfarlane |
Putting someone's needs before your own
Sharing your thoughts, never feeling alone
A tenderness so sweet
That sweeps you off your feet
A joined journey into the unknown.
It's unbridled passion that does consume
When their scent becomes your perfume
Smiles lit from within
Life finally can begin
Two peas in a pod that grow full bloom
Being your real self with no pretense
Filled with ardor, the joy so immense
It's butterflies galore
Can't wait for what's in store
Heart open wide, no longer on defence.
by Gerard Keogh Jr. |
Haiku Straying Husband
forlorn ice slit bedroom
frail flower between your legs...
Tanka Stay At Home Wife
hours ravage ardor
supple sin envelopes grey
thick belly obscures
erotic athletes wrestle
loyalty in lieu of love
by Nehpets Gnik |
I open my eyes and beauty I see
For breath of love is a joy for me;
A strong heart make me strong
Wisdom and care shall cure the wrong.
I shall guide my tired and ailing pace
As I await anxiously to see her face;
Fear of love vanished and joyfully I stand
For my loving extremity is in your ardor land.
Will this be all complete joy for me?
Shall I be complete and jealousy free?
Breath of my love, her heart is mine
Her beauty sparkles should be in a shrine;
I shall follow her love all the way
No evil darkness in my heart will stay.
No need for doubt, love show no fear
While my respect for you to persevere.
by Kimberly Shaw |
Every petal says "I love you"
in vibrant sunset orange
Some whisper "I adore you"
as each is plucked and torn
A hundred loving sonnets
Each petal pens amour
Dew drops drip with sentiment
Fragrant with ardor
The heart of every blossom
bursts with love divine
Poetic beats of passion
Each color a new rhyme
Blessed be such youthful zeal
Sweet bouquets a must,
Roses are the fleur du jour
while others gather dust.
by Evelyn Hawkins |
absence, break up, love,
Surrounded and distracted to a fault
the mayhem of your love strenuates me
I abrogate my feelings towards you not
to wound you only wherefore I may breathe.
Petulant indignation on your brow
is lovelier than that tiresome doting kiss
And now I venture towards things unallowed;
previous to this day I, you would miss,
so dreadfully it seemed a very sin
that I should with my friends enjoy a night.
You doubtless lay awake and cry within-
this image from my mind I cannot fight
I drink until I blackout at your door
requiring the verve of your love's ardor.
by Brian Johnston |
You’d never guess all the times
Though unknown to my eyes, you are
Frequently praised in my rhymes.
Heart that’s revealed to your heart -
Open like sea to rain fall
That levels distant mountains,
Open like ear to bird’s call
That springs from fields unbidden.
Trusting that you’ll feel the same.
I wait for you unhidden.
Ardor is child of the Spring
And though Love can’t be frozen, still
Timing is Love’s golden ring.
Scouting the path you might take -
Planting myself right beside
It, waiting garden footsteps,
Rustle of dress prophesied,
You stoop to pick my blossom.
Nestled in crook of your arm,
At peace, and feeling winsome.
January 12, 2016
by Brian Johnston |
ardor blooms in Spring
though love cannot be frozen
timing’s Love's gold ring
January 13, 2016
by Joy Wellington |
nature, passion, seasons, autumn, i love you,
Autumn I love you color and splendor
Plump sweet grapes filling me with ardor
A patchwork quilt......velvet soft leafs
For you I wear my heart on my sleeve
A wisp of cool breath blows upon my face
A balmy soft touch of your calm and grace
Brides last chance of an outdoor wedding
Flowers bow heads giving up their bedding
Photographs taken a memorable moment
Dressed in an exquisite multi-color garment
Written by: Joy Wellington
October 14 2012
For Russell Sivel's contest - Up In The Autumn Air
by Gregory Richard Barden |
eve, metaphor, romance, sky,
R-ecline your wearied self within my care
O-n a coverlet of eventide and moon
M-elted stars, in platinum tresses, rare
A-light your eyes and aspect, as I swoon
N-ight is but another of your lovers
T-aken as I am, with all your charms
I-n, you slip, between its silky covers
C-loistered in its ardor ... and my arms.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Romantic - Acrostic" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Sponsor.
~ 4th Place ~ in the "Word Play" Poetry Contest, Bobby May, Judge & Sponsor.
* What I love the most ... romance! *
by Dalila Agtani |
FOR A MOMENT LIKE THIS
Nothing but more than excitement
This momentum of drowning is mystifying us
This present happening has been overflowing, incomparable without ending.
In my veins like a brisk stream.
For a moment like this, it cannot be forgotten
Earmark with trust and ardor between you and me, intertwined until the end of time.
by Tim Smith |
Barely six and the bustle winds
through depths of lost descent
where reality hunts the night
dreaming of incoherent content
here dusk drifts off ever deep
butterfly float on off to sleep
in wings of the dormant pine
almost silently still, she weeps
but all I hear are angelic voices
begging on moonbeams to fly
breathless meaningful moments
singing in every teardrop cried
vous avez pris mon souffle
as I placed my hands upon her heart
a path opened to intimate ardor
and a pleasingly inauspicious start