africa, beauty, happiness, home, pride, tribute,
by Besma Riabi Dziri |
I want to word my very Love for you
though as a shy child, I start to stammer
a beloved Mother, my sole bijou
as I am of your prime Land enamoured.
A rose breathing the scent of your terra
born and bred knowing no other home soil
how can I bear the burn of your Summer
anger and worry within my chest boil.
I want to paint my very pride in you
with drops of my blood and ivory star
then draw your nature and beauty anew
how would my poetry meet who you are?
To my dear mother, shall I, You compare?
TUNISIA, Your Love, I'll ever bear.
by Quoth TheRaven |
body, devotion, truth,
No end where love's found
no beginning, though there must've been
I can't recall, seems it was always there
going on and on..
No life better known, restless like the forest
hearts awaken at new sight and sound
teasing I see, so pleasing..
two corners lifting at your mouth.
You can go on now, find me..
the place you always knew
waiting, silent as a stone
body and soul lost to you.
A place with no beginning
no tomorrows, nor sorrows
we'll leave them at the gate.
Oh my love, I can't breathe,
can hardly bear the wait.
by Gershon Wolf |
longing, love hurts, romance,
~ MY LOVE SHE'D LENT ~
I followed her where'er she went
Lured onward by her fragrant scent
She clasped his hand, a handsome gent
How could she know my love she'd lent
I died one thousand deaths inside
Choked back my tears with wounded pride
How long such anguish could I bear
My heart asunder to let tear
The hour had come to make my move
My love for her I had to prove
Unsteady I, and quite unsure
Just how to break the news to her --
My tongue was still despite I tried
'To ask her this: 'Please be my bride.'
~ Iambic Tetrameter ~
December 30, 2019
by John Gondolf |
death, lost love, sad love, suicide,
Alas, I stand atop this mountain crest,
and gaze upon the valley down below;
the graveyard where your body lays at rest,
sits in the center shadowed by plateau.
My sad heart aches with every breath I take;
I wonder why I’m made to bear this bane,
and live a life that’s cruel and opaque,
while trying hard my teardrops to restrain.
This awful illness claimed your life so soon,
while you and I were living in our prime;
the heavens haled you, leaving my life strewn
across this wasteland, sadly out of rhyme.
‘Tis but a step across this steep degree,
and I will join you in eternity.
July 20, 2018
by JAN ALLISON |
I came across my first love
You were always in my arms
Swore we’d never be apart
But I let you go
Now we are reunited
My heart just beats like a drum
I can’t take my eyes off you ...
My first teddy bear
Contest: Dodoitsu Dr Ram Mehta
by Jess Opperman |
death, dedication, grief, loss, love, miss you, sorrow, wife,
If I could will my heart to stop
and breathe a final breath
I'd sit beneath an old oak tree
and trade my life for death
The pain in life of losing you
is more than I can bear
how can a man be happy when
his better half's not there
Life's meaning's gone when I lost you
no purpose can I find
for you were but the reason i
loved life and cherished time
I cannot will my heart to stop
I'm waiting for the sign
from God to show His mercy to
unite us one more time
by CayCay Jennings |
best friend, family, feelings, heartbroken, loss, love, strength,
I wish that I could bear all pains for you,
but then some doors in your heart
would never be opened.
March 22, 2019
by Elaine George |
death, lost love, love,
of autumns’ sweet refrain-
That break beneath
a weight too much
I tread in solitude
and mourning there-
Along a path
of maple trees
and scented air-
I recall the life
that we once shared-
the twilight hours
the beauty of it all-
that softly falls-
In loving memory of:
My Father - Harold George
Oct 27, 1927 - August 11, 2003
by Elaine George |
death, lost love, rose,
I shall nay know all the wonders - you hold
For all too soon the winds of winter blow
Scarlet petals withering in the snow
How cruel the breath that kills the velvet rose
Tears - that canst’ bear the thought of letting go
Forever frozen in this empty soul
A broken heart forever turned to stone
A broken stem left now to stand alone
Alas! I find that life is bitter-sweet
As I stand holding only memories
Of a rose blooming in the summer breeze
Here beneath this old weeping willow tree
Once I held the sweetest rose - ever born
Now – in my grief – I hold the bitter thorn.
Author: Elaine Cecelia George
by liam mcdaid |
beauty, emotions, feelings, heart, love, pain, paradise,
A teardrop falls deeply—slicing and aching
hurt twisting knots around the deepest fingers
love you from my heart warmest emotions so
in each kiss of your beauty I feel all of you
worth the suffering and pain that happens
gaining rewards in the end—undiminished love
happiness such a precious gift for us forever
the teardrop falls now freely in your honor
it spills warmly and gently in your name love
as grace is my honor to bear this noble sacrifice
with joy and I find you now my sweetest sunshine
with happiness being my one-way ticket to paradise
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (June 9, 2015)
by JAN ALLISON |
childhood, love, memory,
The minute our eyes met
it was love at first sight
I knew you were the perfect one for me
my parents tried to keep us apart
but I simply couldn’t let you go
My father tried to persuade me
are you really sure he’s the one?
It’s not too late to change your mind…
I smiled my sweetest smile -
Dad knew when he was beaten
I skipped out of the toy shop ....
nestling in my arms, my birthday teddy bear!
Contest –Free Verse Love Poem
Sponsored By Laura Loo
by Dr. Upma A. Sharma |
first love, music,
Let the music play on
My heart beats
and passion springs,
As my fingers vibrate
the subtle violin strings,
Soft notes float
in the air to enchant,
Cheeks bear a red glow
as palpitations enhance,
Anticipating a meet
with sweetheart there on,
Rhythmic waves I create,
Let the music play on !!
Written January 1st, 2014
For contest "Let the music play on" by Mystic Rose
Got N/A in contest, was sure of getting amongst top ten,
Now for contest " Screwed II " by rob carmack
Awarded 4th place
by Abdul Malik |
What causes someone to sink so low
And let an upright spirit to kneel and bow
To the pressures they are unable to undo
Neither can reverse this malady nor subdue?
Let us not someone retreat in the darkest nook
Before we try all the remedies in the book,
Replenish her love and together ardently pray
And shower her with care night and day.
Disheartening it is to see one of our own thus bear
The burden that lays on her heavy and rare;
Hang in there, Linda! Have faith--PERSEVERE,
Forget not who you are--The poet Destroyer!
Wishing you all the best, Linda, and a speedy recovery!
~Fighting Depression Contest by Shadow Hamilton
by Andrea Dietrich |
Diamond of my youth, bright like a star,
I imagine sometimes where you are . . .
You may well be, as always I assume,
far - so very far - away from me,
but for all I know, you could also be
like those mountains nearby me that loom.
In my mind, you loom. But what if it's the tomb
where I might find you ultimately?
I can't bear to think
of you, Darling, in the tomb
or beneath the hard dark ground
better it will be
to think of you as my star
burning ever brightly on
May 3, 2017 for 'Best romantic write May-July 2017' Poetry Contest
of John Hamilton
by Line Gauthier |
loneliness, longing, lost love, love, silence,
at times the emptiness weighs
heavy in my pool of wistful solitude
sometimes it’s more than i can bear
at times I listen to the silence
and how its nothingness echoes in my head
sometimes it’s more than i think i can bear
at times i crave the longing of togetherness
the gentleness of lips upon my own
sometimes it’s all much more than i can bear
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on May 4, 2022 for contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 9TH
Posted on May 3, 2022
by John Gondolf |
death, loss, lost love,
The echoes of piano notes
play softly in my mournful mind
as melody so gently floats
like ghosts of songs she left behind.
My memories are brought to bear,
the echoes of piano notes
forever floating in the air,
as lumps well up in saddened throats.
This winter day we don our coats
to lay her body down to rest;
the echoes of piano notes
show sadness in our hearts expressed.
The instrument sits dormant now;
its presence quietly emotes
her playing, as our thoughts allow
the echoes of piano notes.
January 28, 2020
by White Wolf |
inspiration, poetry, poets, writing,
If only for a moment our love bloomed,
If only for a spell we would consume.
My heart torn open I bear a deep wound,
To be thy Sun and you to be my Moon.
Alas, my dear, we were not meant to be,
For there is no future for us at all.
But, don't read into my words completely,
Because I still answer to nature's call.
Does a flower turn its petals away?
In the day when the Sun is out to shine?
For what is the reason that children play?
The reason that the poet writes his line?
We know deep inside, we all must take part,
And whatever that may be, do with heart!
by Andrea Dietrich |
Oh, how I loved my little teddy bear
although I don’t recall from whom he came
or when I first laid eyes on him or where;
I only know I chose for him his name.
Yes, Pinky Winky’s name was like my own,
a playful silly nickname “Andy Pandy,”
and also in his ear a bell was sewn;
I jingled him and thought he was quite dandy.
Everywhere with me went Pinky Winky
until he met sad fate with one cruel splash.
He fell into the toilet and got stinky.
I wailed when Mother threw him in the trash.
Alas! The pink imposter in his place
no jingling made nor had dear “Winky’s” face.
by D.W. Rodgers |
Our fire, which once shone brightly through the night,
whilst tempered by age, is no less warm
and still burns slow with cherry embers bright
to keep us safe and sheltered through life's storm.
Our light may dim, yet always kept its mark
though summer doldrums, winter's icy gale
to show our path and guide us through the dark
hold steadfast to our course let love prevail.
In time, our flame gave rise to three new sparks
to nurture, guide and teach of worldly ways
and then release to find their own true arcs
and bear this fire to yonder days.
Face lined, flesh soft, and hair now grey
together love we greet each coming day.
by Reason A. Poteet |
farewell, fishing, friend, sweet,
two septets with rhyme
At last, my friend and I bear no shame.
We spent a year seeking a soul-mate.
His eyes obliged my life to claim,
yet he could not, he would not propose.
Our calm ship was headed aground
for months we kept it together -
an ocean of hope, my playground.
Fisherman's widow! At long last
I reeled in and quit my fishing.
I found my reach exceeds my grasp.
Two smiling faces fade from sight,
we travel on very different waves.
Feeling free, we are all alone tonight,
the settled sweetness of farewell.
inspired by a quote from Andrea del Sarto byRobert Browning,
"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,"
by Doug Vinson |
jealousy, sad love,
That tiny mouse's bullfighter cape,
I took it from you because I couldn't bear not to.
I had to have it.
You challenged the world with it,
and it shown in the sun as brightly as you burned.
It grew cold when I touched it,
Like a star without light or heat,
a ghost sail with no wind,
hanging limp in memory.
by Litan Dey |
We run behind you
Kill your love on the Sixteenth Street square
Playing the dirty game
If you would know, my friend
-that they are like me!
They call for war
Make a dam on new hope
Can not bear your smile
Your free will and self-reliance
They are dying to die
My friend; if you would know
-that they love you more than I do!
Now you may reject me
But can not overcome them
If you would know, my friend
-that they are among us
Sit beside you
walk in the crowds
They bear the same human features,
You will feel sorry to know that
They do not want to be human anymore!
by Heidie Buys |
imagination, loss, sad, voice, voice,
I'll build a stairway to heavens gate,
Climb the spirals into the great divide.
There your name I'll defiantly state,
I'll wait until they let me come inside.
As I gallop along the streets of gold
Calling your precious name again,
Searching for your bear hug hold,
In my ears your voice a sweet refrain.
I'll search until your silver cloud I find
Until I hear your voice so deep.
Yet again I'll look into your face so kind
Searching for some words to keep.
For the days have been long and cold
Since you left and went away.
Warm embers of love to keep and hold,
Maybe they'll keep the grief at bay.
by Timothy Yeager |
When I have fears that I may fail to die,
After all my mind has given to my pen,
No worldly wonders left there to defy;
No answers to the mysteries within.
What worry it would be on how I fared,
For surely it's lowly life to live,
To think that this is all that chance had spared;
To know that this is all I had to give.
And when I feel, foul bitterness of years,
Knowing I shall bear these with a smile,
I simply bite my tongue and fight my tears;
The raging rivers, hidden in my guile.
On the wide world I stand with sums untold,
For love and fame is all I have to hold.
by Mockingbird Stevenson |
bereavement, betrayal, confusion, devotion, divorce, emotions, heartbreak, hurt, love, love hurts,
How does my body
This flesh that withholds my soul,,
manage to bear the weight from the chains that have been embedded upon my bequeathing heart?
Where does one hide the pain that is encrusted upon these eyes that are dreary and now fail to sleep?
Why cant my mind acquit, my heart adrift, my skin ache for the touch of another?
Does it have to be me that has to live with this night, because happiness is the other side of this mirror?