marriage, romance, travel, vacation,
by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
A gondola floats o’er romantic tides
as you and I caress Venetian skies
laced deftly in exalted stars applied
by brushes dipped in hues of lover’s eyes.
A kiss beneath Rialto Bridge in spring
feels like our first so many years ago.
On every breeze, O Sole Mio sings
a serenade in city lights aglow.
This hope of love rekindled miles from home,
could be our chance to dream and reminisce.
Enlightened by a full moon’s wink, we’d roam
down Grand Canal in gleaming nights of bliss.
Our renaissance, a second honeymoon -
to Venice, we could not escape too soon.
Written 3/3/17 for Where I Want to Go Contest
by James Marshall Goff |
Last leg home, the sun setting in the polluted haze of the city,
looks Like I feel, my thoughts a golden glow, every brushstroke
I've painted filling the sky with my love for you...a painting
that will begin anew....with the sunrise
........with the sunrise
Though your footprints belong to you,
my heart..... travels your path
Endless, as it should be,
your destiny rewards my memory
-for Brian's INTERVALS contest....COLOURS/PERCEPTION/HARMONY
by Panagiota Romios |
bereavement, grave, husband, loss, love, memory,
Tapestry of Life
In the still graveyard overlooking San Francisco Bay.
Her husband's young body doth rot and in profound
Overlooking that city, where he married his young wife.
Who now recalls the beauty of his all too short, vibrant life.
The many walks on those heavenly hills, the poetry they read.
The coffee shops of North Beach, alas, their aromatic memories
So dreamy in her bowed, widowed head.
She stills dons her inexpensive, gold wedding ring to this very
And when she touches it, all the magical love they shared~
still sings in it!
December 28, 2019
by Sunshine Smile |
destiny, love, magic,
A smooth summer rain drums on the umbrella
In a city where everything flies so fast
She could see him from a long distance
The heart beats an extra stroke - or more
Eight years have passed since their paths parted
The fate had brought them back together
He meets her with a smile and a soft butterfly kiss
like a tune filled with joy
"Finally at home" he says and kisses her once more
The feeling tears her under the red umbrella
Every raindrop felt like a kiss from heaven
He is the most beautiful man she has met
Amor can rest, he knows this is true love
Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
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by arthur vaso |
kiss, muse, remember, sad love,
Everyone has gone home
Where ever home is
The city is bare
And the call girl left
We share our secrets
Comrades in despair
The cold winter chills us all
So we two find comfort
In a passing moment
She kisses her past
I kiss my desires
Our tongues kiss our dreams
A Christmas carol plays in the background
Snow begins to fall
Madeline must now go
On another call
by Thvia Shetley |
happiness, love, nostalgia, romance, seasons,
The icy wind blows through
blushing our cheeks,
Eyes stinging and watering,
and mouths tinted purple.
Snow flurries whirl around us
nipping at our ears;
making our breath white and heavy.
So, we pretend to smoke.
But wide grins give away our game
With hearts purging laughter,
We look long at each other,
Eyes glinting sincerely happy sighs.
City sidewalks stretching out
Before concrete winterlands,
And you and me walking,
Holding and swinging our hands.
by Katherine Braithwaite |
happiness, hope, inspirational, love, world, love,
A beam of light passed through my eyes
And showed to me a world disguised
So near,yet far,we do not see,
Unless by gift of grace redeemed.
That world is full of peace and calm
Its colors mingle,like a balm.
In such a moment all thought dies,
Revealing Love which underlies.
Colors caress my naked eyes.
Sunlight blesses new designs.
I stand enthralled,and do not wish
For one delight,other than this.
My breath slows down, and filled with joy,
I rove my eyes with bliss to toy.
Everything is just itself.
This is now my living wealth.
Beneath the noise of city traffic,
This mellow joy,love soporific,
This depth and peace, is always near
When we choose Love and turn from fear
by Ruth Miranda |
Sometimes I look for you at night,
And every now and again I wonder what you look like
or what are you doing while I write.
Once in a while, I take long walks
And I think of you.
Sometimes I wish I knew your name
Or the city in which you live
Occasionally, while I look through the window,
I picture you in my mind.
Once in a while, when the rain wets my thoughts,
I dream of you.
by craig schaber |
art, happiness, health, hope, life, loss, lost love, love, peace, people
Lights of the city far away they look so pretty. As I get closer your lights seem warm and
bright as I search all through the night. But right next to you you’re not as warm as I had
dreamed. I should never have traveled so far now all I want is to go back and just see you
from afar. Your lights how pretty they are.
by ilene bauer |
In a city as big as New Yawk,
There’s so much at which tourists can gawk
But the locals’ fast pace
May be hard to embrace
So if guiding them, slow down your walk.
You can never squeeze everything in,
So pick places they never have been
And of course, be a mensch;*
Let them sit on a bench
Or exhaustion will make their heads spin.
Have them soak up the buzz we provide,
Surely different from where they reside.
They may love it or not
But at least they’ll have got
Just a taste of what fills us with pride.
*an admirable human being
by Marquis MC Mills-Cooper |
love, romance, romantic, romantic love, , western,
I found your eyes so randomly,
your face did not exist
No waist to place my arms around,
no lips for me to kiss
No hair to lose my fingers in,
nor ear to whisper sweet
No one to hide within my heart,
to fall in love so deep
Your image I saw by happenstance,
a beautiful vision to see
You held me there with just a look,
as you stared back at me
Your eyes, those lips, that lovely face,
my feelings are all for not
For you are more than a world away,
my beauty from Herat
Herat (Herr-Rot) is both an Afghan city and province. Herat City is the capital
of Herat Province located in the western portion of Afghanistan.
Written in Afghanistan -May 2013
by Kenneth Fordham |
devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend, imagination, love, seasons
The wind blows it’s gentle breeze,
Rustling leaves here and there,
A horn beeps then another,
The city cries, why me, where.
Bring back the time,
Bring back the joy,
Know you are mine,
Children playing, catch my, toy.
Beauty all around,
Flowers still blooming,
Some so profound,
Winter is coming, she is, going.
In a split instant,
Get out your knickers,
So many do care, alone sitting, in his chair.
Get on a plane,
Come to me please,
It is starting to rain,
I am starting to sneeze, set your mind, at ease.
I am on the edge of no return,
Something must happen,
The wheels must churn,
In the misty moonlight, playing, everything, is alright.
by Rockman Pritts |
song-lyricbeauty, beauty, magic,
Living on the lower side
Of town just gets me down
There ain't no money
Ain't no work here to be found
There ain't no luck and I
Ain't seen no magic charms
The only magic that I've found
Is in my babys arms
Litter lines the city streets
To show how much we care
Flowers die and birds get high
From breathing filthy air
I look around and try
To see where beauty lies
The only beauty that I've found
Is in my babys eyes
People try to tell me
We're living in a fantasy
But they don't understand
It's real for her and me
They try to tell me
We're making a mistake
If that means loving her
Then that's the chance I'll take
by jan oskar hansen |
celebrity, chicago, chocolate, city,
I remember it well when in the summer evenings
I went to see her we drank wine and made love
Embraced we slept to morning light.
Stay with me she said to rest a bit longer I will serve you tea
No, I wanted to go home savour the night in privacy
Feed the dog, go for a walk and write about my love for her.
It ended like a morning dream; she had found a man who
Drank her tea and stayed with her till he was too old
And she sent him to an old people’s home.
She had been my muse lives in my poems, but no,
I didn`t want to stay with her a painter rarely marries his model
But she will always be there hanging in some gallery
Or on the wall in the lobby of some hotel.
by Lizzie Maestas |
beauty, cancer, childhood, city,
I’m from dirt covered knees
and sweaty faces
I’m from playing in the sun
from dawn ‘til dusk
I’m from “being one of the guys”
playing sports in the mud pits of our backyards
I’m from striving to fit in
I’m from making mistakes
and learning from the consequences
I’m from going to parties
and staying out late
I’m from a shaky past
with an unknown future
I’m from turning the bad into good
I’m from being the best I can be
and working hard to succeed
I’m from a family of survivors
supporting them through their fight with cancer
I’m from never giving up
on something you love
by Akham nilabirdhwaja Singh |
In that rainy night
near her home
at the distance
a lone electric lamp shone;
dribbling raindrops seen
flickering in its light.
She might be sleeping then.
I was driving my car
in the rain
towards my far home
in the city.
by kristen bruni |
lost loveme, me, , sweet love,
Such a wonderful city of angels
Full of dreamers and schemers
You poisoned me with sweet love
Then poisoned me with anger.
A lion with an impatient roar
Slowly eating me alive.
Ever so cleverly.
I never saw it coming.
I've been devoured and feel invisible.
I look in the mirror at a stranger now.
The Gods have allowed me gentle protection
The Angels hover over me, shadows on my wall.
Safe, yet damaged and scared.
Unhappy, bitter and vengeful.
Emotions that exploded all at once
A bomb ticking away. you ignited it and detonated me.
I love you but don't know what to do.
by Sunlite Wanter |
While Climbing the Rocks
Through trees and rains and
Lakes I have lived, but today I shall remember,
Remember the child who climbed rock mountains,
Shutting out the city sounds and,
Music of wind cuddling foothills and dreams.
Dreams of a log cabin and dreams of love,
With someone to share the quiet of the dove;
Puttering with pursuits, watching horned toads play,
On the side of a mountain looking away.
by Mike Gentile |
love, missing you, relationship, sleep,
It’s 4 am
I feign sleep
the room is quiet
it’s only your breathing that I hear
its rhythm is almost hypnotic
it feels safe
the night light of the city
shimmers through the window
the blinds cast linear shadows
almost prison like bars
I count them one by one
I hear the faint rumble of a plane
in the distance
and I know why I can’t sleep
you’ll be leaving in the morning
I look at the clock
it’s now 4:10
there’s no ticking
clocks don’t tick anymore
I wish they did
just a few minutes left before
some plane will whisk you away
and I’ll feign sleep each night
until you return
by wez lock |
lost love, love,
We flu to a brand new city
check out the life at night
Women breathing fire
signs of our mans desire
I told the girl of my dreams to wait
She stood for the feelings are mutual
stuck here in sutural
unable to move
The real tender touch of true love
How far would you travel to find
Its always at the back of his mind
sigh with love as tonight its mine .
by John Watt |
We boarded for the long ride on that train -
It brought back memories of being young.
Conductor: "Passengers will please refrain!"
Now 'City of New Orleans' on each tongue,
We sang through all those train songs we'd once sung:
The 'Loco-Motion', 'Marrakesh Express',
Then 'Peace Train', 'Love Train', 'Crazy Train' (a mess!)
We sang, 'Last Train to Clarksville' just for fun
And 'Chattanooga Choo Choo' (more or less!)
"We're gone 500 miles when day is done".
by AUDREY CAREY |
You sleep, I dream,
and all the tomorrows,
of our life.
Will we have children,
buy a house in the suburbs,
have outdoor barbeques?
Perhaps we'll stay in the city,
live in a loft.
decorate in bold colors
and ride our bikes to work.
You sleep, I dream,
and all the tomorrow
of our love.
by PATRICK CLARK |
love, life, love,
Where will our roads converge? the city, country, maybe even the the coverage of a shade tree. What is love without two people. It is sadness and tears for a lost one. When the people came and took me away sadness came to stay, no way. life will not be my enemy i will walk with she who completes me. when life is cruel she bares kind words, so likewise i will help push through the worst.i love alica and always will so lets walk away unscaved.
by John Watt |
To preach to Ninevah was not his wish -
So sailing west, the prophet disobeyed.
When God appointed wind and storm and fish
To punish, teach, and save him, Jonah prayed:
"I called out to the Lord in my distress,
I cried for help from deep within my grave.
With songs of great thanksgiving will I bless
Your name. You answered me - I know you save.”
Then preaching holy wrath, he watched the city
From low to high repent and seek the Lord.
God showered all with mercy, love, and pity
Then Jonah's faith he patiently restored.
Three days; salvation; grace; all intertwine
As Christ's prophetic resurrection sign.
by Caren Krutsinger |
how i feel, inspiration, inspirational, sweet, woman, women, writing,
I have a postcard from my Daddy
Sent from New York City
When I was 10.
It is in a frame.
The only postcard
I have ever received
And the only
Note I have that
Says Love Daddy
It’s in my writing
Room, above my
And I treasure
More than the
Else in this
Do not hesitate
To do the
I am sure
My Daddy had
No idea how