by Joe Dimino |
Categories:
analogy, desire, love, philosophy, romantic love, wife, wisdom,
Should I write again of love?
Surely, by now, the moon
has had her full; and those
luxury cruses best put off,
taxes long overdue; besides,
those who love well
love well in a canoe--
which is precisely my point--
love is never through:
For the wind loves the bird---
that’s why he flies; as much
for the wind as his own
bird’s eyes; and why such
manic caw? Much like
our spastic cries—in the
climax of it all, he knows
even if he falls,
love never grows old…
and love
never dies….
by Panagiota Romios |
Categories:
peace, philosophy,
Is created by us......... but we forget this and fuss.
Our noses in our neighbors, worse another nations' business.
We forget love and compassion, how unique, we are.
Ah, striving to be number one, to be the outstanding star!
How easily humanity falls off track.
Don't you get that you are perfect and that's just that?
Some days are up, some are down.
Unless you have zero integrity, then you prance about like a clown.
Get you are great, your mind will say NO.
Just jump into the canoe of life and go.
The Mandala of your day, created in beauty and kindness.
It's your umbrella of conscious mindfulness
12/7/2020
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
food, nature
I’d love to be with you in a canoe
accompanied by summer’s softest breeze,
enjoying the verdant valley view
while drifting on a river lined with trees.
Ahead would be a peak that whisks the sky.
We’d look above us from our little boat
to where the eagle and the osprey fly
as in the quiet glow of dusk we’d float.
We’d dock on sand and find a cozy spot
to roast some hot dogs in our campfire’s heat
and spread the luscious picnic foods we’d brought;
then relishing tranquility, we'd eat!
Amid dark, silent pines, by fire's bright light,
we'd snuggle happily into the night.
For Carol Brown's "Picnic Time" Contest
by Charles Melody Lightning Ink |
Categories:
life, loss, lost love, mystery, nature, nostalgia, philosophy, sad
a cricket in the eaves
harmonizes with
night rain
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old river benue
a fisherman's canoe
ladened for market
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graveyard's windy dust
sending papers and leaves high
every ones underground
by Farah Chamma |
Categories:
lost love
Rise and shine
The world outside is awaiting us two
Across leas of the sun
Just Me and you
We shall glide like water droplets
On petal hues
Then evaporate into the air
Like wet morning dew
Swaying like a summer breeze
Would gracefully do
Melting like strawberry ice cream
Under a sunlight, imbued
Like skates on smooth ice
Slithering our way through
Across the rivers of Evermore
We shall serenely canoe
Painting all mountains red
Like a dawn anew
Rise and shine,
If only you knew
by John Watt |
Categories:
first love, goodbye, love, summer, vacation,
Summer Camp
Summer camp's been a win-win, this week made me grin!
What great times we had, going like mad, never sad
met playing croquet the first day of our va-cay
you're the one I had fun with each day in the sun
played awesome sports in shorts, laughed through games of all sorts
what jokes we'd make sitting by the lake, sun would bake
we swam every day at the dam, then had to scram
off to canoe, whistle blew, I'd eat lunch with you
goodbye my sweetie pie, our time has just flown by
your kiss felt right late last night. Don't forget to write!
written 17 Aug 2020
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
lost love, , 9th grade,
He wrote inside my 9th grade yearbook: "I'd like to get with you inside a kayak."
Today I would respond:
"Your kisses were so heavenly, but you abandoned me.
So it's a 'no' to me and you together in a small canoe!"
Dedicated to my first kiss, Glenn, a real son-of-a-preacher man.
by Eve Roper |
Categories:
love, sky, world,
World of wonder and grace Blues
Ocean’s foam green hues a silent love in a canoe
Nature’s blooms transfuse as we lie embraced
Dreams continues to rendezvous in our hearts subdued
Eyes Azul melting look in the moonlit night pearl
Relinquished of its frail cloudy veil
Faraway the fawning celestial sky
Unafraid of unblinking space
Love surrenders to the wonderful un-erased world
1/5/2016
Poetry Contest: Wonderful-Acrostic
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
by S.Jagathsimhan Nair |
Categories:
love,
It seems pre-destined
That my canoe should
never make it across
Your river of love
Getting always sucked in
At the vortex in its middle
Only to resurrect itself
As a triumphant memory
Or as a likeable defeat
Left floating all over you
As clouds bearing the rains
That sustain your flow
That should pour over you
But never to win over you
But ever wins you over.
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
For PD's 'Any romantic poem' contest on 28 May 13
by Matt Caliri |
Categories:
love, love,
Pardonable graces,
Your face is a pardonable grace
Good God, woman, slender we are in the night.
Send my love, love in the sound of that sound.
We will share a canoe together, holding our love
The whole way.
Which way are we going, you ask.
I don’t know. Do you?
by Albert Geiser |
Categories:
love
canoe through lillies
what mystery that engine
meander the guide
January 22, 2011 (c) Copyright 2011 Albert Geiser, All Rights Reserved,
by Albert Geiser |
Categories:
love
canoe has its ribs
A man's ribs facing upward
In river and rain
January 22, 2011 (c) Copyright 2011 Albert Geiser, All Rights Reserved,
by Eve Roper |
Categories:
imagery, love, nature,
beneath dusk twilight
briskness of the night
off a bumpy quiet foot
path, deeper into
root of virgin forest
towards narrow a patch.
breathless, beneath
thick mixed coppice
nightingales croon,
nature sleeps.
moon views with romantic
pleasure upon scintillating
obsidian hue lake.
natures breath held
briefest of hesitations
fish breaks the surface
ripples sweep swirling
beyond the lake
swept away in darkness.
lovers in a canoe
enthralled by sensation
of nostalgic moon.
2/16/2020
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
summer,
I'd love to be with you in a canoe
accompanied by summer's softest breeze,
enjoying the verdant valley view
while drifting on a river lined with trees.
Ahead would be a peak that whisks the sky.
We'd look above us from our little boat
to where the eagle and the osprey fly
as in the quiet glow of dusk we'd float.
We'd dock on sand and find a cozy spot.
Amid dark, silent pines, by fire's bright light,
we'd spread the luscious picnic foods we'd brought;
then snuggle happily into the night.
May 12, 2019 for Caren Krutsinger's "A Summer Quatrain" Poetry Contest
by Immaculata Ortner |
Categories:
loneliness,
THE SILENCE OF 23:23
By Immaculata Ortner
All lights went off
My heart stops beating for a second
Keep staring at the quoted line
“You can be forever off line”
My heart ripped off my chest, mercilessly
Speechless like I haven’t spoken before
Whispering with hope
Come back, come back
You kept the door shut
Keep drifting away
Like a canoe on kavango deltas
Closing the chapter of hope and affection
Only me and my dark room
Feels cold in its four corners
No heater to heat the love
No life, no affection
Only me and my dark room
by Don Johnson |
Categories:
adventure,
Dagda stone
Interesting babe...just like you,
ocean deep, mysterious too...
7 levels to attain...
chakra mentioned my Igraine,
Perhaps from Atlantis too,
from whence we came by canoe,
4 times doomed, Atlantis vain,
tempest storm and volcanic reign,
where hand in hand we two,
lost and gained,
parted sad and blue,
lovingly drawn back to you,
though the world may end again,
my sweetest love adeiu...
reclaimed...
Don Johnson
by Nayda Ivette Negron Flores |
Categories:
fantasy,
Old canoe surfed in the placid and crystalline water
Conveying a man to a wood house near the river shore
Where lies the far memories of a fructiferous life
Nestled for decades with the love poured by its habitant
Flowing in unison with the rapid and pristine streams
November 15, 2016
by Anu Nayak |
Categories:
art, beautiful,
A wine connoisseur
Varied emotions filled river of wine
My life's canoe set sail in it....
I am the connoisseur of my life
I ought to make exotic choice
I rowed with shiny oar of love,
trust and kindness....
My canoe was filled with sweet wine
Smooth sail, life beautiful, vivacious
I rowed with dark oar of hate,
jealousy, selfishness....
My canoe was filled with bitter wine
Sail imbalanced, life ugly, languid
My life turned mirror of my choices!
© Anulaxmi Nayak,2015
For contest: a wine connoisseur
Sponsor: Chase Trevi
Date: 30th august 2015
by Jo Bien |
Categories:
adventure, love
we put the canoe in
the river, like glass
sun high and hot
a perfect Midwest day
push off, catching our rhythm
harmonizing the oars
smooth teamwork
not our first time
we laugh and talk
just kicking back
reconnecting, remembering
it’s been a long time
we know what’s ahead
white water and rocks
and our favorite part,
the drop from the falls
we work as a team
maneuvering together
expert synchronicity
through the treacherous water
this perfect day
the thrill of the danger
this time we share
a new memory
back at the shore
we load the canoe
you look at me and smile
an amazing afternoon
by Emmanuel Obeng Yeboah |
Categories:
girlfriend, i love you, love,
When I say I love you,
dear I mean it.
Gone are the days I used to
play with it.
You alone I long to solely have.
I don't care if that they call greed.
Without you I am just a half
in processing, yet to complete.
Could I have ever imagined a love so sweet?
Should I myself awaken from this love sleep?
A love in both deeds and words,
I'll never dare to loose.
A love that always gives the best,
all will hasten to choose.
The paddle to the canoe, sure you got it
so when I say I love you, dear I mean it.
by Jessica Amanda Salmonson |
Categories:
animal, boat, fun, kiss, love, nice, water,
I'll be kissing you
In our canoodlers' canoe
Paddlin' 'round the walrus tank
At the Tacoma Zoo.
by Probir Gupta |
Categories:
analogy, art, bird, blue, color, image, metaphor,
Out of you I make my birds of colors
And set them free for your windows open
As I know you look to them in keen eyes
Thus my searching glances can meet your sky
Maple trees ruffled clouds love to stop them
Buds in bowls on roof top always love them
I do know you wait in your nice canoe
To row and raise waves of red and blue hue
Some love humming bird some lark some cuckoo
You love sea gulls in your light green terrace
To get time is hard after handling chores
Still when pink and passionate beaks peck at
You are almost a peach to love the bites
The game between writes and pen is lovely
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July 1, 2016
by Cordale Contreras |
Categories:
simplistic yes, robotic
yes, curroptive indeed, unnecessary absolutely, \
final frontier evolve into mechanics class
polastic people
yes ok sorry
hung like a doorknob
canoe lips and trees in boxes
obnoxious?ceiling breeze
elevator goes up
door opens
women talk business
and then hush when they see me
chester old fellow
the teacher
chester the teacher
anything ringing a bell
bird talkin
wheel spinin
button pushin
lip smacken
phone callen
head scratchin
and all the silence in between
heres to giving this to
you
tender love and care
to all
by Richard Breese |
Categories:
adventure, boat, giggle, humor, humorous, soulmate, teen love,
my girlfriends dad is so nice
sold me a canoe half price
but on our first date
we got home quite late
saved by flotation device.
by Raven Tones |
Categories:
absence, depression, lost love, love hurts, metaphor,
Rock the boat, tilt the world,
Break my heart, tear my souls,
Steal my hope, ruin my dreams,
Give me love, show me life,
Lead the direction, brighten my path,
Hold my arm, far from the edge,
Tell me lies to keep me afloat,
Board the ditch which i slowly dug,
I swear a rest is all i need,
Let my life float, if not in vein,
Let it be in faith,
Ifi awake in the morn it shall be due to you,
And the hand you lent me, lacked in timing,
But shook me from the dream,
From under the canoe, which had tipped,
And waterlogged, for what seemed like an eternity