by Tim Smith |
Categories:
love,
T
O D
N E
G I
U N T W
E S I
R N
E E
V D
E
R
O
F
Stars shine so bright
this moonlit night
and in my arms
you lie within
this kiss I
leave my
love for
ever
by
by Lynn Marie |
Categories:
dance, happiness, heart, joy, kiss, love, tree,
atop worn weathered concrete
pink petals gaily gather
entice lovers strolling
fingers touch mittens vanish.
blushing halo canopy
highlights cool rosy cheeks
tiny buds whisper passion
newly awakened long sleep.
sky gleams dreamy hues
turquoise shyly taunting
button noses cold rub
lips plump part wanting.
kiss two hearts waltz
more kisses sweetest tune
cherry blossoms dance
sprinkle magic love blooms.
by Edward Ibeh |
Categories:
dedication, destiny, love, people, romance, together,
a
bell tolls
for two souls
crimson red
with passion
they started
at opposite ends
at full-throttle speed
racing to meet halfway
on the rendezvous rubicon
then they collided exploding
into
ONE
Date written and posted: 10/23/2016
by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories:
faith, paradise, prayer, religious,
Unique is the discipline of love
Understanding God's law
Faith holds supreme commander
Sometimes we have to fight
our way through a concrete jungle
stone cold dreams nightmare evaluates
Rocking the cradle unworthy desires
no peace or rest for the wicked deeds
in order to find the answers to hopes prayer
Truth pointing us directions
within our code of moral conduct
which supports us in our voyage
In the walk of life chaos grips hearts consumed with hate
Without faith our souls identity will become dust
Needing hugs from heaven to survive
A Collaborated Poem 19.11.2015
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
(tercets unrymed)
by Anthony Biaanco |
Categories:
people,
Do we have "enough" .
Will silver flakes of winter's blade
cut us down
or build us up.
Will our pasts behave like choir boys, stay in time
or re-emerge and scream and sting our eye.
Make us blind to hope and happiness.
Do we have "enough" to pluck the guts
from the chasms of experience.
To fashion buds of love
from the fiery depths of ego's lust.
Have we evolved "enough" to trust again...
when our old gray world blitzes in.
Swinging concrete fists of what's the use and what ifs.
Fill our starving souls with blackbird piss.
Do we have enough-enoughs to become an "us".
by Line Gauthier |
Categories:
beautiful, fantasy, moon, night, simple, sky, uplifting,
o how
i love the
gentle shape
of a crescent
moon overhead
hanging in the sky
amongst the stars
how I adore the
idyllic shape of
a crescent moon
way up high
in amongst
the stars
Submitted on February 24, 2022 for A BRIAN STRAND VISUAL CONTEST sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
AP: 3rd place 2020
Originally posted on May 9, 2019
by Teresita Cailo |
Categories:
hope, lost love, love
....
broken heart
that I am, has beset
by blemishes though I'm not
ashamed; for my shattered
pieces myself is to blame.
here I breath waiting for the
day of my renewal, then back
to the role I play; painful
past lurking still, but
I'm not afraid to take
chances to love and
be whole once
more and
be ready
to shed
a tear
of joy
!
by Matthew Anish |
Categories:
holocaust, hope, humanity,
Just read a tale of
a horrendous murder in California
Makes one lose faith in humanity
My uncle saw the
death camps in
Europe during World War ll
Also shakes one's faith in humanity
Yet, I believe
that out out of the
ashes
a phoenix will appear
and fly upward
and as it soars
it will sprinkle
love dust
on those on the
ground
and leave kindness
and laughter
in its wake
by Thvia Shetley |
Categories:
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 Emile Pinet |
Categories:
earth, environment, feelings, imagery, nature, pollution,
Upon tomorrow's arrival,
today fades into yesterday.
And apathy spurs denial
as endangered animals die.
Wherever concrete cities rise
collateral damage occurs.
And as jets traverse the skies,
wild birds are annihilated.
We dedicate our existence
to a utopia of steel.
And survive in asphalt jungles,
shadowed by lofty achievements.
Reality is a mirage
projected upon collapsing hopes.
And yet, safe in our cubicles,
we love our plastic paradise.
Our planet's irrevocably
changing into a barren sphere.
And a legacy of fools; greed
disguises profit as progress.
5/31/2015
by Aiyah Torres |
Categories:
butterfly, cry, goodbye, irony,
My love, let me leave you for a while
It will not take any longer
Remember that I'm just here
I'm not saying goodbye.
I'll find my way back to you
When the right time has come
I fill your cup of coffee
I'll put back your precious smile.
Dry your tears, make up your life
Soon we'll hold each other hands
We'll share our love that so divine
In a place where no one could divide us.
But for now, I'll be gone in the night
Don't feel that you're alone
'cause I'm watching from afar
Remember that I will never say goodbye.
by Raul Moreno |
Categories:
love
oXo oXo
X----O----X X----O----X
o---My love--o o---I stay----o
X---forever---X---so true---X
o--I want you to know--o
X----I love you----X
o---eternally---o
X--yours--X
o---o
X
by Brian Johnston |
Categories:
journey, life,
love shines in freedom
lives blossom in commitment
concrete images
Brian Johnston
May 1, 2016
by Robert Sturgill |
Categories:
celebration, death, inspirational, wisdom,
Avoid becoming concrete.
Death encroaching
freezes great hearts.
Illuminate joy.
Kindle love.
Magnify!
Never orally
practice quaint
rhetoric. Speak truths.
usurp violent waters.
X-ray your zenith.
by Irene Dixon |
Categories:
life, love, beauty, beauty,
Ciao Bella
Early Misty, morning raining in Seattle, businessmen rushing, hitting the concrete
pavement trying to make those battled Seattle dollars. Walking down the street a refine
gentlemen with such style and grace doesn't seemed bothered at all he holds on gently,
yet firmly to Mona Lisa.Past art, living art, art walking in motion beauty upon beauty a
gentlemen with good taste he and his umbrella Mona Lisa.
by Hello There |
Categories:
dance, imagery, longing, loss, love, poetry,
~~~~~~~~~~~~
A Viennese waltz, seamless and sublime...
We move as one, adrift on heaven's floor;
and, though my knees go weak, sky-high I soar!
Each measured stride defies a need for time.
Within its reign, we actualize our climb...
impassioned flames, no longer keeping score,
now steal their way through paradise’s door,
and hardly contemplate this choice a crime.
But, in this blissful state, subdued yet free,
I've come to fear the thing that I love most
for flames still threaten to devour me;
and I, alone, am dancing with a ghost.
Each dream, concrete, then sheds all certainty;
alive, fulfilled, I'm left an empty host…
~~~~~~~~~~~~
by Kale Brereton |
Categories:
encouraging, inspirational, inspirational love,
They told me
“I couldn’t”
But I did
Now they don’t tell me
“I can’t” anymore
Because
“I can.”
Kale Brereton
6/12/2018
by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories:
dedication, dream, heart, how i feel, inspirational love, love, romantic,
Red dreams,
Ruffled hair
Uninhibited laughter
Bliss
My....rose,
And yet my drive
My incentive to love
In every genuine smile
My rose,
And yet you are my concrete
I've never grown so much before
I've never delved so deep before
Green, refreshing trust,
Warm skin
Refreshing conversations
Rest
My rose,
And yet my very life
My desire to explore
My burning to find Home
My rose,
My true Love
You are so much more than beauty
You are a value I can only marvel
You are what keeps my heart in orbit
by J. Summers |
Categories:
perspective,
I
have
climbed
the highest
mountains and
seen the world spread
out before me as a prize to be
won. Not with deeds of strength and
valor, but with words of charity and love. I am
not interested in conquering en masse, just one by one.
by Anonomus Scorpio |
Categories:
abuse, boyfriend, break up, girlfriend, heartbreak, husband, wife,
So, do you tell all your friends that you have loves gun to my head?
My legs work just fine it's easy to get up and walk away from this bed
Love is not a chain welded for your misuse
My heart's not
an anvil for your hammer
to forge my abuse
For all the depth
and warmth to you
that my eyes did show
You are about to find
out how deeply low my
heart's A/C can go
by Kim James |
Categories:
christmas,
A
hot
meal for two
a
new
hat, coat and shoes
a
home
with a door and
a good roof to stop the rain.
and keep out the sound of bombs and bullets
a
safe
place to bear my baby
and a warm crib to lay him down to sleep
with love and hope for a future that will not crucify him
so not
a lot
to ask
is it
Santa, as you fly around with your sleigh and
Rudolph and the rest of your reindeer set
Not too much to ask for just a little peace
for a little justice - in a dangerous world
for a star in the sky to call the wise men
and shepherds, oxen, asses and angels.
by Janis Thompson |
Categories:
care, emotions, trust,
Quite Fragile
Quite fragile is the trusting breast
that gives completely all its faith
with belief in human goodness
that offers rather than it takes.
Easily it can be shattered
like crystal on a concrete floor
precious blood tie that is splattered
destroyed innocence at the core.
Quite fragile is the trusting smile
that goes behind the stormy clouds
at sight of evil deeds so vile
or angry words from angry mouths.
Fragile things need special caring.
Some with the soul are only felt.
Love, faith, loyalty and sharing,
cause even toughened hearts to melt.
10/16/17
by Satish Verma |
Categories:
adventure, allegory, angst, animals, anniversary, art
What was the ethics of homefires
when homeostasis had gone awry ?
There were no concrete truths.
I will not wear the lies instead
like fly ash on my bloodied shirt.
The old habits die hard;
the beds of flesh and bones, carry the
strange innocent meanings of heavy
eyelids which could not beat the silk
of green eyes of a sun.
A miracle was needed to undo the
thighs of mermaid who went to sleep on the
rocks of jealousy. The sky-blue flames
rise again from the navel of infidel love
who had inherited the golden moon.
Satish Verma
by David Smalling |
Categories:
hope, natureearth,
A bee came buzzing too soon, too soon
The season is not yet in its June
The sap must rise to the breast of the moon
And roots must lust for the earth in ruin
I am planting in September rain
When the ice winds come shall this remain
Shall sow my love to earth in vain
Shall the winter's cross bring me pain
The bee does not hesitate, in faith
It buzzes to find the flower, and wait
Enshrine in dazzling dance, in spate
With the autumn's fruitful date
O but the barren glade is bare, is bare
Except for concrete everywhere
Shall bowers green brim again here
And the bee brims with honey from my darling dear?
by Pipping Stars |
Categories:
art,
choke my womb
with your
toddlerd
thoughts
catch my breath
as you watch
my words
rot
run
like
coward
yellowd belly fled
glimpses
of
word in head
freelance riddler'ing
middle-class pauper-erity
heathens featherd features
eons beyond fleas on the dog
love me again beyond all wrong
slaughter another hotter hatter
make me mad'der than a mat
lay me under flying on rug
give me vital fetal hugs
touching my breaths
colord me lessons
eloping my hues
while you
choke
my
womb
?