by Ink Empress |
Categories:
love,
My heart bleeds sultry stars from beams up high,
as planted promises sprout leaves of love,
blooming through the rose haze of moonlit sigh,
like balmy feathers of a diamond dove.
You are the muse, quenching this muted ink,
like the warm essence of a bonsai dream,
kissed by the rain, as sparks from the sun sink,
tracing verses of my poetic stream.
Yet the world knows not what you mean to me~
you are the sonnet I weave with soft swirls
and pastel petals aching to breathe free,
bathed in the shimmer of Juliet’s pearls.
Tonight, meet me where the stars never die~
we’ll be more than mere rhymes lost in the sky.
by Quoth Theraven |
Categories:
imagery, lonely, love, perspective, poetry, winter,
How fast to wiles I fell my damask rose,
awake from slumber slept untold ages.
To gaze so deep in ocean eyes repose,
and print whispered prayer on mind's pages.
Your soul in gleaming shadow found complete,
a thirst no other want or wish contrived.
Nor cherry grown upon the branch so sweet,
without cold and dark of Winter survived.
What heart loved without a madness looming,
secure from injury sure to tarnish.
Unbroken, though lone in sadness' glooming,
and held away from love's fruited garnish.
How true the dove devoted in flight still,
that lasted in love, more than ever will.
by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories:
writing,
If only I could write you a sonnet,
Iambic pentameter and what not,
Let my muse mull profoundly upon it.
I must write it quickly lest I forgot.
It will have to stress real passion, love,
Mention a rose if I really must
But for heaven's sake leave out the white dove,
Still do mention the red moon that I trust.
Compare her eyes to some fragrant flower,
And wish to taste her full strawberry lips,
Scheme to meet her in a quiet bower,
Clouds enfold us in mythical eclipse.
Will she come, will she go, my marigold?
Ah, my poor love sonnet has now gone cold.
POTD 14 September 2020
by Besma Riabi Dziri |
Categories:
art, care, caregiving, feelings, heartbroken, humanity, pain,
In the darkest of times
be the light of a candle
but the harshest of crimes
to let melt your candle
***
Give, unmindful of a reason
feel the heavy burden light
remember to mind your reason
fill your very soul with Light
***
Like a delicate dove
bathe into sweet waters well
feed on the seeds of Love
reach not the bottom of its well.
by Roy Pett |
Categories:
beauty, change, color,
Catching sight of unwanted reflection
through my eyes I observe my murky mind
lifeless, inactive, defying action
just a blank canvas, raw, pure, unrefined,
desire to inject substantial color
inspired pastels to brighten the darkness
eyes opaque though restrict light, much duller
impulses, brain requesting less Starkness,
my poor mind is without shape or structure
until my thoughts turn to the one I love
blissful images, colorful picture
changing this abyss, no more mourning dove,
she changes my thinking without restraints
such beautiful colors my mind she paints.
by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories:
angst, lost love,
Do you wish to hold me?
We can drift on the sea my love,
under the stars above.
You were my lovely dove so free,
who captivated me.
I thought I’d never be so glad
and still inside so sad
For the love we both had, is gone.
As we approach the dawn
I will think, “Once upon a time,
you were meant to be mine.”
So now my heart does pine away
Wishing that you would stay
I know that you will say, good bye
Still I will wonder why,
you chose another guy, not me.
Him on shore, me at Sea~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Inspired by Brenda Chiri
She introduced me to this new form.
The form is called Luc Bat.
Check out Brenda’s poem titled “Seasons”
by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories:
anger, love,
I felt ashamed today
I should have not spoken that way.
My love was annoyed and left.
I was surprised by all the dialogue bereft.
Worse the telephone ceased to work,
In anger, I threw down the phone with a jerk.
Saddened by my uncouth manner
Our love must remain a winner.
How to send her a message of sorrow?
I dared not wait for tomorrow.
A message I would send with haste,
No, no, not a moment to waste.
I wrote a note and stuck it to my dove.
With all the words that spelt love.
Fly, sweet white dove, fly to her home
No time to wander or to roam,
Straight to her loving arms, fly sweet bird
Let her message of love be heard.
by Daniel Turner |
Categories:
appreciation, mom, mothers day,
My mother was your average country mom
She wasn't gorgeous. Some might call her "plain"
But had the patience to diffuse a bomb
Her eyes grew narrow, when I caused her pain
She never raised her voice nor slapped my face
Still taught me right from wrong and not to lie
Made sure I bowed my head when dad said grace
Encouraged me to find new things to try
And even though she worked, twas not for greed
She took great pleasure from the "simple things"
She told me, "Faith in God," was all one needs
That real love doesn't come with any strings
My mother was as gentle as a dove
My prayer this Mother's Day, she knows she's loved
by Daniel Turner
by Richard Palmer |
Categories:
adventure, people, places,
Beautiful Jamaica,land of my birth,
This little dot,specially prepared by Mama Earth,
World best seasoning,grown by our dirt,
And the Jamaican Rum,bad nuh blouse and skirt,
Beautiful Jamaica,land so sweet,
A formal dinner or a party in the street,
Our vibes,our style so unique,
Our warmth,our culture,no other can beat,
Jamaica,Jamaica,land we love,
Touring Jamaica feel free like a dove,
Our rivers,beaches,beautiful sunlight up above,
Sample our tasty meals,you'll find one that you love,
Jamaica,Jamaica,land so great,
Great runners,great music,embrace our taste,
God or Jah Rasta Far I,embrace our faith,
Take a trip to Jamaica,it's never too late.....
by Seren Roberts |
Categories:
horse, love,
I lay my head upon the softness of its mane
My white charger, no knight for a swain
as I am the gallant rider looking for love.
Riding the green valleys with mountains above,
looking for hope in natures fertile plain
A dream, a carousel of tears and pain
With bobbing horses making a colourful train
Flying above a sure sign of hope, a dove
I lay my head
Imagination in play as I search in vain
Why from happiness must I abstain
My empty heart crying out to those above
Praying each night, please bring me love
Grabbing a handful of the silky white mane
I lay my head
by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories:
death, life,
I Might Be a Tree
In twenty years I pray I won't be gone
placed six feet beneath a manicured lawn
I'd much prefer to give old death the slip
To guzzle life instead of just a sip
Mind and spirit together playing song
I'll rest a bit but not for very long
You see, there is so much I wish to do
Yes many years can feel like just a few
The company of those I truly love
will lift my spirits like a flying dove
The flowers that I plant will be in bloom
Beauty will surround me in every room
The ground might open up and swallow me
Don't worry I'll reach up and be a tree!
For Brenda's "You 20 Years from now" contest.
by Bill Baker |
Categories:
feelings, imagery, love, poetry, romantic love, senses, sensual,
See my love in the waves of the seas.
Hear my love in rustling leaves in the breeze.
Feel my love in my soft caressing touch.
Share with me a gentle light kiss, not too much.
Like the love shown by the cooing dove,
Through these fleeting moments, sense my love.
by Janis Medders Tobechi |
Categories:
blessing, care, love,
God lead us down the path into true love
the kind the angels send to hearts so pure
a sanguine blessing rarely spoken of
bestowed upon the wounded needing cure.
God tell me that true love in truth exists
and can be shared in blissful harmony
when given help by your hand that assists
in making daydream’s wish reality.
God favor future footsteps with true love
the kind that takes our very breath away.
Let it descend upon us, like a dove
just filling us with caring every day.
In a world with hatred everywhere,
God send us all the true love we can bare.
2/7/20
by Joanna Daniel |
Categories:
father, god, prayer,
Father, let me live,
Help me freely give,
As I have received from You,
Let me thus forgive.
Father, let me love,
Like a gentle dove,
As You have showered on me,
From heaven above.
Father, let me learn,
To Your Word return,
As You have desired for me,
Let my desires burn.
Father, let me know,
Where I need to go,
As You are my only Guide,
Help me in You grow.
Father, let me pray,
Come to You each day,
As You have taught me with love,
Let me walk Your Way.
16/08/17
Syllable count: 5.5.7.5
by Raul Moreno |
Categories:
depression
In a carnal...cage of ribs,
A suffering heart laments.
In the abode of the soul...
...faint echoes of muted pain..
...grace the dark cavity of flesh.
Whispers of failures resonate..
The soul...a pure white dove of dreams.
Captive of freedom...imprisoned from love.
Shackled to an interior dungeon of depression.
Red rivers stream...through the body’s conduits,
Poetic lullaby’s gush...soothing the dove to slumber.
Dreams of love...nestled deep..
...aspire the joy that once was.
by Regina Mcintosh |
Categories:
appreciation, home, moon, mountains, nature, nostalgia, stars,
In these mountains, where I’m from, peace amazes,
With nostalgic beauty, its gentle praises.
Silence whispers to souls, believers know love,
Breathless inklings linger, a calm from above.
Love this alive and perfect surely blazes.
In these mountains, where the sun reflects, dazes,
Harmonizing with shadows, carefree phases
Beyond the oaks and pines, I found my truelove…
In these mountains…
As the stars climb higher on twilight’s gazes,
Beyond the moonlit night, twinkling wish raises,
Gentle faith abides, reminding there’s Godlove,
Secreted beneath wonders of the sweet dove,
Within the heart and spirit, His love raises,
In these mountains…
by Frederic Parker |
Categories:
love,
To be in love when eyes meet in the dawn
as the day will stay with us on its own
to give our new love a gift to pass on
this kiss of love, we'll reap what we have sown
the sky will grow dark and the day will pass
to let a star weep a tear of true glee
when each kiss will turn to feel what will last
the sky, a star, a kiss they are all free
this gift we give to this our real true love
that we will hold as a gem in our hand
like the soft cries from the beak of a dove
fall on our ears as we lay in the sand
To be in love at the dawn of the day
The time will pass and the warm kiss will stay
by Anumeha Bhadouriya |
Categories:
12th grade, absence, addiction, angst,
The longing for beloved, like a moth longing for flame,
extinguishing it's own fire, admiring it's own pain,
with the bejeweled beauty of stars and moonlight
I find you engulfed in the scent of my unforgiving plight.
The damage your absence did has never been aided,
the scars I have been carrying have never faded.
Your body might be aligned with roses and dust
but I'm still holding onto the blade of proses and lust.
The deeper it cut, the better it turn me into pieces,
for a poor, vulnerable, tortured soul, only left in traces.
Since centuries, conspiracies against you have allied with dove,
agony, misery, calvary, woe, curse, they say, but I opt for love.
by Paula Goldsmith |
Categories:
candy, drink, love, sky, stars, uplifting, words,
Valentine's Day is a day for love
do you want to be my turtle dove
are you as sweet as candy
here is a glass of brandy
let's go out and watch the stars above
by Laura Hannan |
Categories:
funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, parody, passion, teen,
My darling enigma, my dove
You’re the epitome of my love
Your smile shines at me pearly white
Pale skin shines and glints in the light
Silken locks, obsidian flow
Eyes just like ice, crystalline glow
Peals of laughter ring like a bell
Enchant me; I’m under your spell
You walk with a musical flow
Tiptoeing with softness through snow
But, alas, you open your mouth
Utter tripe spilling out
If only you’d keep your mouth shut.
(Love from Anonymous)
by Michael Jordan |
Categories:
mysteryhair,
Legend has it
She cast her spell to gain his love
With a lock of his hair and feather of a dove
He murdered her on all hallows night
Then planted a pumpkin on her grave site
White as her hair the pumpkin did grow
Legend says it is so
Wow 50 words burns up quick
that was harder than i thought
it would be.
by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories:
angst, love, peace
Non-Toxic Love
Pecking order glances
Destroys friendship chances
Dissolves love, annuls romances.
Surviving smart as a fox…
Smooths that road of hard knocks…
So step out of the box.
Live above mental kicks.
Care, without verbal pricks,
Strengthen homes made of sticks.
Avoid hot gossiping lips
Prevent ill judger's grips.
Watch the evil one do flips.
Find peace with the white dove.
Be sheltered by God above.
Receive His gift… non-toxic love.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 22, 2010
Poetic form: Rhyme
by Joanna Daniel |
Categories:
color,
Life is in pieces of black and white
Like a chessboard
The moonlight shines through darkness of night
Like a barcode
~
Noah chose a raven, then dove
Bad luck or peace?
A bride in white dressed in pure love
Black mourn decease
~
The penguin and the zebra
The snow leopard
White tiger and the panda
Monochrome weird
~
Milk boils when it is heated
Tar melts when hot
Cotton flies, wool is seated
Coal heats the pot
~
I print all of these lines
In jet black ink
On a white sheet designed
To make you think
02/21/17
by James Cottrell |
Categories:
beautiful, beauty, cheer up, conflict, cute love, desire, lost,
When I close my eyes I see your face
Shining beautiful like summer's grace
I see sweetness in the curve of your smile
Which lingers in my mind for a while
Yet in your eyes I see a lonely dove
Who yearns for man's honest love
Majority of your years you've had so much strife
Yet you still deserve a man in your life
So break the bonds and mould the pain
For there is still much more to gain
by Johnny Rhinem |
Categories:
angel, bridal shower,
Gazing from afar, amid still frame silence...
Watching her making way unto the parks bench
Blue skies taking a drag from my cigarette; sketching
Divinities staircase within my mind; transcending this Autumn's
Canvas but a silhouette her bridals path winding, through a breath..
Reaching out her gentle hand whileas a white dove, the symbol of love
Descends from it's perch atop porcelain clouds to drink, from this her tears
Pangful spheres risen from a crystal heart; cast aside yesteryears cherub wings...
She awaits endless dreams; to awaken from this valley of broken things; her beauty.