by Chantelle Anne Cooke |
Categories:
anniversary, best friend, celebration, fate, love,
lighting love laces
my midnight heart in shadows
your potent presence
melts my murk madness
my soul lives behind the moon
your sunset smile
awakens me now
seeps into my chaos clouds
thunder silencing
we dance in rogue rain
droplets of dreamy dew splash
upon our steamed souls
August 30th 2020
POTD September 1st 2020
by Vijay Pandit |
Categories:
bird, family, love,
A tiny yellow bird, tiny beak,
Sits on a tiny branch
Of a big green tree,
Taps its feet, chirps, hops,
joyful, playful, circles around,
Lands on the deck post,
Agitated, loud and louder,
Aiming to snap the piece of bread
I tossed on the deck.
A big yellow bird
On the big green tree roars:
beware of humans;
Zooming in,
Grabbing the piece of bread.
I get angry at the big bird
Until I see them together
On the big green tree
Sharing their love
Beak to beak.
August 2017
HM: Strand choice B by Brian Strand
by Silent One |
Categories:
angst, love, solitude,
No one understands the reason for living,
many prefer to receive without giving.
In a world full of selfish behaviour,
solitude has become my silent saviour.
Instruments are repressed without musicians,
as some kill the music before auditions.
My harp cares not for words about tradition,
ignores fake applause for romantic fiction.
Love is a way of life, yet some bring it shame,
mercy cannot sin, feelings are not a game.
People point fingers to those without a name,
what will they do when there's no one left to blame?
I'm no Romeo, I need no Juliet,
I've loved and lost, broken hearts I still regret.
Silent Sonnet
Silent One
24 August 2019
by Nina Parmenter |
Categories:
emotions, joy, poetry, poets,
A poet feels in metaphors
and images. A poet pours
their inner world into the air
and innocently leaves it there,
untethered. A poet stores
their love in dactyls, bares their flaws
in anapaests, fights inner wars
in verse, and all a mind can bear
a poet feels.
A poet never once ignores
the seam of bliss that underscores
the world. They paint its lines with flair,
excited that their words can share
such joy - for all the eye adores
a poet feels.
1 August 2019
For Charles Messina’s Rondeau Contest
Note: English accent! Metaphors / pours / stores / flaws / wars / ignores / underscores / adores all end in the same “ors” sound.
by A.O. Taner |
Categories:
august, beach, beautiful, cool, crush, deep, destiny, devotion, fantasy, feelings, first love, fishing, freedom, funny love, future, girlfriend, hope, i love you, i miss you, journey, joy, judgement, lost love, love, love hurts, meaningful, miracle, ocean, people, places, romance, sea, sensual, simple, spiritual, water, women, world,
Don't rush to wash off the sea salt
drying on your skin;
the hopes it carries from other oceans,
those remain yet to be seen.
by Elaine George |
Categories:
death, lost love, love,
I walk
through flames
of autumns’ sweet refrain-
That break beneath
a weight too much
to bear-
Where-
I tread in solitude
and mourning there-
Along a path
of maple trees
and scented air-
As
I recall the life
that we once shared-
~~~
And in
the twilight hours
I see
the beauty of it all-
In every
autumn leaf
that softly falls-
~~~~~
In loving memory of:
My Father - Harold George
Oct 27, 1927 - August 11, 2003
by Raul Moreno |
Categories:
love
An August night waits,
For the setting of the sun.
Sparkles light her eyes,
When sunset has begun.
A romantic ambiance,
Moon nestles with the night.
Waiting to cast his love,
Of radiating light.
Reflections over waters,
The moon blushes with a glow.
Embracing one another with,
The love they both bestow.
A secret rendezvous,
Between Ms. lady night.
Dancing with her love,
As his poem's, he recites.
by Susan Ashley |
Categories:
appreciation, beauty, love,
In a state of awareness
that transcends time and distance
I swaddled you in the folds of my being
feeling the pure bliss of being saturated in love
I poured my love out for you
of sweet dreams gifted in silvery streams
as I held your tender breath to my breast -
that you were beautifully oblivious
only served to further enthrall my exalted emotions
and your innocent influence acted upon my destiny.
Susan Ashley
August 5, 2018
by CayCay Jennings |
Categories:
desire, destiny, emotions, faith, heart, sky, soulmate,
Promise
Moon held and made
bathed-beams of love sonnets
dried by sun's own romantic pledge
of streamed warm rays on love's future solace ~
As days then nights honed my prayers
my pain slow climbed sky stairs
and found you there
Promise
... CayCay Jennings
August 31, 2018
by John Gondolf |
Categories:
loneliness, longing, love,
She sits alone in quiet of the night
as thoughts of him wrap ‘round her yearning heart,
and whispers ‘cross her skin; her flesh excites
while longing for his touch when they’re apart.
She yearns to gaze into his eyes of blue
while feeling his caress engulf her soul,
and have their hearts eclipse as love renews;
she longs for his return to make her whole.
She reaches for her parchment and her quill
to iterate her feelings and her doubts;
for him to know her longing thoughts instill,
and from this poet's pen, a poem pours out,
“My lonely spirit aches while you’re away,
and longs to feel your love as hearts replay.”
August 30, 2018
by Line Gauthier |
Categories:
father, love, nature, nostalgia, spiritual, surreal, tribute,
The road to my father’s house
Is paved with hills and valleys
Outstretched horizons
And sunfilled crystal skies
How he loved the land
Each slope each field
With a consuming veneration
Fueled with layers of history
And virtuous sweat of ancestors
There’s a serenity within me
Sublime that swells as I get closer
Except my eyes aim higher now
Slightly above the horizon
Somewhere behind the clouds
Above the hills and valleys
AP: 3rd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on January 3, 2020 for contest STRAND SELECT 3 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION
Originally posted on August 6, 2019
by Paul Callus |
Categories:
love, together,
As we sit closely side by side
We watch the billow of the tide.
No words are said; you clasp my hand
You know full well I understand.
You know full well I understand.
No words are said; you clasp my hand.
We watch the billow of the tide
As we sit closely side by side.
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Mirror Mirror Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
© 16th August 2020
Chosen POTD 18th Aug 2020
by jl sadberry |
Categories:
angel, autumn, birth, universe,
August eighth nineteen thirty-seven her tiny Spirit thus landed on
This distant planet, within a parallel universe her newborne galaxy..
Ancient eyes gazing as yet but another of their own; Celestial's child ?
* ...."Lawana Faye Workman-Sadberry, Born August 8th, 1937, 'Her Beauty,'
A Journey Unto Love's Stars, May 16th, 2013 * 'I Love You Mom,' Always.... *
by Sunshine Smile |
Categories:
august, beauty, good morning, nature,
In case I've forgotten it
I wish you a lovely morning
Fill your coffee cup with sunshine
With glory and grace
A soft whispering sunshine
is surrounded with love
A fountain refreshing in your face
Of this beauty
I photograph this picture in my soul
and hiding it for dark winter days
The silence, the sun, the smell of honeysuckle
and flames of the northern lights
Yellow sunshine and blue sky, I want to paint
Nature's wonders, is forever dear
18.08.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories:
betrayal, change, desire, emotions,
When you kissed me
A fool fell in love
I became weak in the knees
The world revolved around your halo
Angel eyes captured my imagination
Like Einstein I discovered relativity
Wisdom had been my lonely pathway
Drunk on independent thought
Wondering if those lips would part for me
Wanting to breathe your breath
Gazing longingly
I looked towards you
So quickly
You looked away
my heart sank
When you kissed another boy
Don't forget to read it in reverse.
Reverse poem written for Craig Cornish's contest.
August 11/2013
by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories:
angel, beautiful, emotions, love,
~ My Dearest Darling ~
( Cinquain Double )
Here just
Dreaming of you
Kissing you, loving you
'Neath full moon, stars, day, night, all time
My Love
You are
My shining star
My only one true love
My love for you will always glow
So true.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2017
August.29.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The " Cinquain " is a poetry form or style developed by the Imagist poet, Adelaide Crapsey.
by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories:
angel, beautiful, love, night,
~Beautiful Moonlight~
(Cinquain)
I love
To watch the moon
With all the beautiful
Very enchanting stars that glow
At night
They bring
Much love, romance
And are much fun to watch
Spreading in all the hearts their love
Magic.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
August.26.2016
~Author's Notes:
The " Cinquain " is a poetry form or style developed by the Imagist poet, Adelaide Crapsey.
by Viv Wigley |
Categories:
humor,
An idiom by which she's always stuck
is 'having one's head buried in a book'
The truth behind it, she was unprepared
that morning as she went to climb the stairs.
Stopping to lift a bottle, bad mistake
especially when one isn't quite awake
her balance gone, could not control herself
now plunging headlong into the book shelf.
Bruised head, bruised knees,bruised pride was quite enough,
thankfully, make-up would disguise the scuffs.
But then she only went and made it worse
by saying that it would make a good verse.
Hopefully next time she will be wiser
and not tell me, but tell 'Trip Advisor'
29th August 2016
With love, Connie, from Viv x
by Verlena S. Walker |
Categories:
age, angst, bereavement, body, change, crazy, stress,
pReMaTuRe AgInG
an older woman and a younger man
are a trix in between
because as his love blooms
he sees himself aging.
_________________________|
penned on august 31, 2014!
by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories:
faith, hope, love,
“Hope springs eternal”
a wise elder said to me
I never forgot
a strong cornerstone of faith
hope is found when needed most
I did not “find God”
faith was always part of me
in good times or bad
faith allows us to feel love
even for those who are foes
love is amply strewn
by all who have hope and faith
the blessed trio
travel lifelong together
escort us to heaven’s gate
*Written August 25, 2014
by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories:
love, romance,
I held her in my trembling arms for the
First time
And
The unfailing sensation, of embracing
The cosmos, I felt!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 August 2015
POD
by John Hamilton |
Categories:
love, romantic, soulmate, together, true love,
A love built on trust
Our love flutters on calypso breezes,
cruising on the tropic of Capricorn
All of our anxieties it eases,
as mango sun wakes us this August morn
Passionate dew glistens on sun kissed skin
as we gaze at skies of peaches and cream
your essence incites desires within
We're enamored in this tropical dream
This is no cruise ship infatuation
We confess and reveal history's scars
tethered together in hearts migration
Promising love, under the moon and stars
Shooting stars ricochet through cosmic dust
Heavenly signs that our love's built on trust
John Derek Hamilton
July 13,2017
by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories:
beauty, blessing, growing up, growth, life, love, peace,
Delving in the dreamy depths, I look up
Endearing all who behold my expressive eyes.
Crawling into the dark to see contrast of light,
Embers glow immaculately in my stupor.
Married to the tenderness and comfort of family,
Brave I am to stand in the wilderness of the unknown.
Even in content I confess,
Remembering the cold is what helps me cherish the warmth within.
December 13th, 1993
written: August 10, 2015
For the contest, "Birth Month Acrostics"
Sponsored by: Charlotte Jade Puddifoot
by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
august, emotions, feelings, hurt, imagery, love,
As fear fills empty eyes
a frown contorts your face.
For it's hard to believe
that you forgot your name.
And as you shrink inside
all I can do is weep.
Your identity's gone,
only a shell remains.
And stripped of dignity,
you struggle with your shame.
And yet, despite your pain,
all I can do is weep.
You're lost within a maze
and can't find your way out.
And confusion stalks you,
stealing your hopes and dreams.
And though I'm losing you,
all I can do is weep.
Dwindling into fragments,
you die a bit each day.
And long hours are endured
silently in despair.
And yet, with Alzheimer’s
all I can do is weep.
3/28/2015
by CayCay Jennings |
Categories:
daughter, father, war,
DEDICATED TO MY FATHER, (R) COLONEL WILLIAM C. GODWIN / 1931 - 1998
Leaving for a year
to nightmare and fear
he came to say goodbye
or at least to try.
I did not speak,
didn’t open my eyes,
an unknown fear
had me paralyzed.
My Father full-blown,
a force in uniform
is memory that haunts,
fulfilling neither’s wants.
My pretend sleep,
him standing above -
we should have spoken,
held and shown love.
I only peaked
at my Father’s face.
This sadness won’t leave,
I still crave embrace.
Did he know, did he realize,
his ten-year-old was alert
behind closed eyes? Did Dad
also regret what I cannot forget?
August 16, 2015