by Michael Byte |
Categories:
happiness,
As the sun rises
a young pioneer saddles his ride.
Mounting his horse
his young bride
his love as he rides
Off to find his herd.
His proud mare
goes through the prairie
next to his barb wire.
He wonders in his mind
how far have they strayed.
How many day
must I ride.
He sings aloud
a song his herd
has heard
as he rode.
On yonder hill he sees
two cows grazing along
next to their side two young calves.
He hears their cries
as he tops the hillside.
In the green valley below
he sees his lost herd.
By michael Byte 10-9-2013
by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories:
dedication,
Let's go to Barb's Place
Have something to eat
Her perogies and cabbage rolls
Are really hard to beat
If that's not enough
You should try out her ribs
Gooey and delicious
You better bring a bib
When it comes to cooking
Barb's food is like art
She prepares every morsel
With love from the start
Welcome to Poetry Soup Barb, what better person to contribute to the soup than a Chef Extrodinare. I am sure you will add your own special flavours.
by Ken Carroll |
Categories:
desire, love, lust,
You doesn't know what it's like
to dream of her godly shape
an impetuous fiery desire
like a barb nail to my forehead..
And her smell?
when the world becomes spring
dead leaves recover from snow
there is her an eternal smelling rose...
You doesn't know what it's like
to dream of her lovely dark skin
as I squirm alone in my lonely bed
with insomnia and silver shaped spikes..
My soul a concert with arms outstretched
to a light breeze with green groves
I wish to bite her lip
and to touch her warm dark shoulders..
by Franco Gonza |
Categories:
betrayal, dark, heartbreak,
And when soaked with an overpowering
damp of coldness, he wails and asks,
“ what is love when secrets betray the light?
A lonely man seeks some respite
tender yet, still black, so so black--
on to the pavement of anger,
living only to hiss and piss flames
of claw's bitterness, if only to shield
the wretchedness of rejection
again, again---
he slaps a tired wrist on a barb of thorns
--- empty---furious---prickly
stabbing hands on a night without stars.
April 8, 2016
Contest: Images that make you think--# 3
For Silent One
by Franklin Price |
Categories:
i miss you, loss, love,
A Year and a Month
(With love for Barb)
By Franklin Price
02/18/2023
A year and month have gone by
Since God took you from my care
I know you're up in Heaven
And you're looking down from there
You're watching as I move along
Helping others as I may
Which is what I strive to do
At least once or twice a day
Bringing smiles to faces
Peace to another's mind
As we lived our lives together
Ever lasting love to find
Love and caring's how to live
And to praise God every day
You are still within my heart
And you will never go away
by Lora Robinson |
Categories:
beauty, love, sensual, sexy, youth,
he makes me offerings,
little strings of his face he places on my knee,
a line of black ink
in a bowl of milk
one day I slid
my lover's beard barb across his cheek-
watching him squirm and giggle made me giggle too,
for he could not fathom the ecstasy of a hundred on my neck,
or a thousand between my legs
by Franklin Price |
Categories:
heaven, love, marriage,
I Was a Man of Fortune
By Franklin Price
02/21/2022
I was a man of fortune
In the married life I had
The good times that were in it
Outweighed the mundane and the bad
The love we had between us
Put us on a richer ground
We enjoyed our time together
With no one but ourselves around
Barb was my God sent soul mate
Now He has taken her above
Where she's looking down from Heaven
And still sending me her love
Her pain on earth is over
And will be forevermore
I'll carry on, as she would want
Until we meet at Heaven's door
We will be together once again
As was always meant to be
Blessed by our Lord and Savior
Throughout all eternity
by Kaveh Afrasiabi |
Categories:
peace,
Today I'm learning the name
of war refugee camps,
in Congo, Rwanda, Palestine, Lebanon,
Turkey, Syria, Yemen, you name it,
and the children who play hide and seek
in charred automobiles, shivering in cold
and starvation behind the barb wires, thanking
the good Samaritans clothed in peace.
Today I'm signing Lennon's Imagine,
imagining those children swapping their places
even for a day, with your rich suburb kids
whose fathers profit from arms, to see them
recruited as child soldiers, putting their war game skills
to good use.
Today I'm laying siege to warmongers and their kins
who love peace and practice war, the true artisans of
hypocrisy.
by Michael Burch |
Categories:
break up, divorce, lost love, love, memory, rose, roses are red,
Roses for a Lover, Idealized
by Michael R. Burch
When you have become to me
as roses bloom, in memory,
exquisite, each sharp thorn forgot,
will I recall?yours made me bleed?
When winter makes me think of you?
whorls petrified in frozen dew,
bright promises blithe spring forsook,
will I recall your words?barbed, cruel?
Originally published by The Lyric. Keywords/Tags: Rose, Roses, Red, Flower, Flowers, Love, Lover, Lovers, Lost Love, Memory, Memories, Thorn, Thorns, Barb, Barbs, Barbed, Blood, Bleed, Bleeding, Spring, Winter, Frozen Dew, Ice, Snow, Cruel, Cruelty, Pain, Separation, Parting, Break Up, Divorce, Relationship, Relationships
by Franklin Price |
Categories:
anniversary, love,
One and Fifty Years Ago
To Barb, with all my love, Frank
By Franklin Price
11/21/2020
One and fifty years ago
I took you for my wife
To love you and to cherish you
To give to you my life
Since the day, I said the words
Found what life is all about
Not one regret, I said them
Of that I have no doubt
Always looking to the future
While remembering the past
I love you more today, than then,
Still a marriage made to last
The roads we've traveled many
Maybe just a bump or two
The hand of God's been in it
Ever since we said I do
by James Fraser |
Categories:
lost love, loveme,
The day i met her
My mind was blown
For in my heart
In pumping growing
She made me laugh
And sometimes we cried
When it all went wrong
We always tried
It's been many years
More downs than ups
She's no longer my kitten
I'm no longer her pup
The girl i met
All those years ago
Has disappeared
No more after glow
We are no longer
The beautiful garb
To me she is now
The Lost Rose and the Barb
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-3.php
by Franklin Price |
Categories:
birthday, celebration, love, marriage, wife,
Happy Birthday Sweetheart
To Barb, with all my love, Frank
By Franklin Price
04/23/2020
Happy birthday sweetheart.
I still pledge my love for you.
It has only grown much deeper,
Since the first at twenty-two.
Your first one in our marriage.
Your first birthday, as my wife.
Since then we've aged together,
Traveled down the road of life.
Birthdays, now, are more subdued,
My joy, and love for you, no less.
Still treasure every one of them.
Still want your love, I must confess.
Our anniversary was golden,
As this birthday is with you.
We've enjoyed them all, together,
Since the first at twenty-two.
by Franklin Price |
Categories:
celebration, god, love, spring,
Daffodils
By Franklin Price
03/06/2022
Yesterday I was returning
From my first ride of the year
As I came into the back yard
Blooms of daffodils appeared
Don't think that they were blooming
When I left to take the ride
They are my Barbara's favorites
I stopped then, and there I cried
The tears were ones of happiness
For they're also faves of mine
God had made them bloom from her
And I took that as a sign.
My Barb is up in Heaven
And she's watching over me
She's wanting me to carry on
To be the person I should be
The daffodils that were there blooming
Were sent by God, who wears the crown
Barb asked if He would send them
For she's in Glory looking down.