by Elizabeth Wesley |
Categories:
love, me,
I forgive you dear Emily,
For you are more than fair;
Your flirty eyes give promise,
Your pouty lips don't care.
From the tilt of your head,
My heart it could break;
Your silken cheek with blush,
Where pretty dimples wake.
The mayhem in your eyes,
That will not look at me;
There the damage lies,
There for all to see.
You wink coquettish lash,
To entice me in the night;
Would the knowing of your heart,
Make everything alright?
What your callous lips may say,
Your naughty eyes deny;
What a tease dear Emily,
Enough to make me cry.
by Yann Rolland |
Categories:
appreciation, confidence, love, romance,
With you, Emily,
I desire everything,
Some blackcurrant ice cream,
From gondolas to Venice,
Without you, Emily,
I don’t want anything,
With you, Emily,
I desire everything,
From Connecticut,
Of fine musical,
Without you, Emily,
I don’t want anything,
With you, Emily,
I love everything,
To jump in a balloon,
Flying over New York,
Without you, Emily,
I don’t want anything,
With you Beatrice,
I desire everything,
To suck on lullabies
To write poems,
Without you, Beatrice,
I don’t want anything,
With you, Emily
I desire everything,
To see the pyramids,
To steal the Mona Lisa,
Without you, ladies
I’m too sincere,
I can’t forgive people.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade, how i feel, i am, identity, self,
Caren
Creative, Empathetic, Respectful, Helpful
Wife of Joe, mother of Angela, Tracy, and Susie,
Mother-in-law of Josh and Andy,
Grandma of Emily, Cali, Molly, Tony, Jack, Josie, Lucy, Daisy, Max and Johnny.
Lover of children, dogs, and family.
Who feels joy, excitement, and amused.
Who needs people, work, and love.
Who gives happiness, soft words, and tender touches.
Who fears violence, anger, and rage.
Who would like to see the world assimilate as one.
Resident of Kansas
Krutsinger
by Anil Deo |
Categories:
allusion, america, angst, lonely, lost love, words, writing,
I
The word, when said
Makes some go dead
The sound of dog (she)
II
Most beaches lead somewhere
Some beaches lead nowhere
Truth or dare (campuses
Have grassy, waterless beaches)
III
Dickinson: words begin living
"when it is said" (not dead)
Emily knew of flight
In Fight to write
by Ninette Carey |
Categories:
betrayal, dark, destiny, grave, love,
Living in the Dark
Never truly finding the light
A glimpse here and there
Only to be stolen again
By Loves Selfish Snare
Resting in a open coffin
Awoken now and than
Only to be duped for Prince Charming Evil Sin.........
I close my eyes and heart once more
And return to my destine box
Hopefully Never to be Kissed
Putting Emily's Heart to Rest
And in Her Dreams
She Once Again Couples Her Eternal Bliss.......................
The Corpse Bride......
by Kirstie Fontes |
Categories:
daughter, faith, happiness, life, love, mother,
God sent an angel
down to me,
someone to love
unconditionally.
She is beauty
and full of grace,
a gift that I
could not replace.
I never knew
that I could feel,
so much love,
it seems unreal.
I want to hold her
everyday,
and keep her safe
in every way.
Every time
I look at her,
there is no doubt,
that's for sure,
that God and heaven
do exist,
on this fact
I must persist.
Because His love
was sent to me,
through my own
Sweet Emily.
by Milan Georges Burovac |
Categories:
america, funny love, garden, joy, poetry, woman, world,
a star and always her
constantly the moon in the garden
this wide paradise to me
where I declaim Emily Dickinson
syllable by syllable
to the happiness of the destinies
an eternal love
by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories:
love, spring, tree,
Spring Love
Willow
And the Cherry
Now know,
In time
Their love will grow
Sublime.
Limbs touch,
Her petals fall.
They clutch.
4-23-21
Picture number 3
~First Place~
Finding Your Musette 2
Contest Judged: 4/24/2021 6:10:00 AM
Sponsored by: Joseph May
*Musette form created by Emily Romano may be viewed at:
http://shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/musette.html
by Johnny Rhinem |
Categories:
art, baby, beautiful,
Fifty-six years her beauty's heart did glow; a nineteenth century
Love song amid eastern skies northern lights; she danced as dwelled
In dreams these possibilities ? Clandestine, verses sublime gables rhyme
Of sweet perfume, and timeless time; singsongs, choirs, your carriage awaits...
Segue Juliet, this music she plays; parallel, heirlooms her love his, corsage; we kiss.
by Paloma P |
Categories:
allegory, hyperbole, poetess, poetry, power,
He was poetically intolerant,
she thought herself an Emily
writing sonnets 'how do I love...'
he indulged her feeble whimsies
in light of other finessed talents,
essentially, larks amidst boudoir's
uncommonly emboldened expertise
by Cona Adams |
Categories:
metaphor,
(A Salute to Emily Dickinson)
I taste a liquor never brewed
In structured vats of men
Not all the tankards ever filled
Could reign this nectar in
Inebriate of Christ am I
His words I’m sipping from
Of life, of love, of power
Drunken worlds to overcome
When clergy slips and cannot rise
When churches close their door
I shall not move toward recant
I shall but drink the more
Till angels lay aside their song
Till saints the rainbows shun
This fervent tippler ever stays
to lean against the Son!
©cfa 7/4/2016
by Sandra Haight |
Categories:
granddaughter, tribute,
My Emily
The years fly by, our children leave the nest;
so soon their own are off to meet their quest.
This month, she graduates with her degree;
a teacher now, granddaughter reached her aim.
With love of reading, writing, she became
head of the Poetry Society
and student-taught the middle school that she
attended years ago...her joys to claim.
English teacher now
certified to shape young minds
with love of words...written, read.
As a poet too,
the heart of this proud grandma
overflows with thankful joy.
Sandra M. Haight
~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: Three Style III
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 05/12/2017
by Carrie Beck |
Categories:
beauty, betrayal, change, christian, grief, lost love, love,
Love Flies
Fly away little bird.
Winter winds are churning.
Alas, the cold has been delivered
Replacing summer’s burning.
Fly away my feathered friend
The river bank’s receding.
My true love left me days ago
And now my heart is bleeding.
The warm days, the sunny rays
Was the time of our love’s season.
You’ve turned your back and walked away
Without a breath of heart-felt reason.
If you ever find me waiting,
On the shore at evenings nigh.
Keep your path below your feet
As I pray when you go by.
Fly away, heart of mine
Loves season passed the starry night.
Winters spirit has cast a spell
So spread your wings as you take flight.
Carrie Emily Beck
by Avantika Poddar |
Categories:
cute love, girlfriend,
for Sue, forevermore
(Tribute to Emily Dickinson and Susan Gilbert: an attempt)
You remind me that I’ve got blessings to count,
Albeit disguised as despair beneath daisies --
You remind me that there’s no grace in saving face,
for the truth comes out eventually --
You remind me of an old familiar body ache,
One that lingers intermittently; causeless --
You remind me of mystery in a murderous ploy,
but the truth bends easily --
You remind me of everything and nothing at all,
A violent outburst that calms my soul --
A sole firefly in my darkest of nights;
Alas, I can’t put out the fires you’ve set in my garden of lies --
by Adam Kennific |
Categories:
friendship, love, mental health, mental illness, sorrow, wife,
Spent too much time mourning dead dreams of mine,
Look you in the eye with my wistful stare.
Withdrawn for so long, you won't find me there,
A melancholy hell of my design.
Please hold my hand tight and tell me I'm fine.
Squeezing grim feelings eases my despair.
If God did this, who uttered the prayer?
What did I do wrong? Please, give me a sign!
Through my shroud of depression, you should know,
What being my lighthouse means when I'm lost.
Gloomy aggression seems all I can show.
Loneliness comes at a terrible cost.
I always feel like you want me to go,
Quietly hold me until I exhaust.
May 26th, 2023
Eight Word Poetry Challenge sponsored by Emily Pinet
by Robert Davidson |
Categories:
happiness, history, imagination, peace, places,
I was in the Yorkshire Dales
just the other day,
and sat where Emily Bronte
used to sit and play.
I gazed into the water
just below my feet;
it brought words of inspiration,
so pure yet oh so sweet.
Rapturous ovations
seemed to burst into the air,
making me pause and wonder
if Emily was still there!
A gentle breeze whispered
quietly in my ear,
'This stream is full of magic
come listen and you'll hear;
The drip, drip, drip, dripping
of the water from above,
bringing tender, caring, meaning
of peace and hope and love.'
29th September 2011 Robert Davidson
by Leila Hadi |
Categories:
angst, confusion, introspection, lost love, people, sad,
He didn't even try to hide it.
Just thought i wouldn't notice?
His wandering eyes in front of me,
a blind person could see.
But he could care less either way.
He probably slept with Emily today.
And tomorrow God knows,
how far he'll go,
or where he'll be.
At least he won't be near me.
by S. Grace |
Categories:
adventure, beautiful, cute love, deep, love, night, poetry,
Dawn- Emily Dickinson
Night grows
So that we can touch
The spaces,
Time,
And faded midnight.
by Chittaranjan Dey |
Categories:
love, romance,
A handsome boy
Before the Christmas tree,
Continue try for a love,
Deep as the sea.
Emily named a girl,
Fantabulous and fine,
Golden hair, really fair,
High school, class nine.
Impress each other,
Just any way,
Knowingly they choose,
Lady day.
Made for each other,
Ninety-nine percent correct,
On the way they heard,
Perfect, perfect, perfect.
Qualified that boy,
Ronaldo is his name,
Skillful and fresh,
The boy really a flame.
Understand each other,
Valentine day over.
With beautiful sunshine,
Xmas festival over.
Yes they are happy,
Zoologically with some nappy.
______________________
Thank you for reading this.
Chitta
by Paula Goldsmith |
Categories:
heaven, home, love, peace, together, truth, uplifting,
Heaven
H o p p i n g
Home
Date Written: 7/14/2021
2 Place
In Just A Few Words 2 Contest Judged: 7/17/2021
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Note: The Brevette, created by Emily Romano consists of a subject (noun), verb, and object (noun), in this exact order.
by Adell Foster |
Categories:
art, happiness, love
(Read each line as stair steps)
Your sends your
touch shivers warmth
is down I
so my can’t
refined spine deny
Copyright © 2008 Adell Foster
The Pictorial
The Pictorial, created by Emily Romano is a type of shape poem, where the entire poem
must be printed in slanting lines indicative of the thought in those lines. The poem
should consist of three lines with five words or less per line. There should be rhyme
somewhere in the poem, either end rhyme or internal rhyme.
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
poetry, poets,
FULTON after Hamish, a space poem so 'squarish'
EMILY a paradox , not new ..after Dickinson's no 1732
KUHLMANN seven words of bliss, after Qurinus, sonneted LOVE KISS
DARYUSH Elizabeth's triplet you see! with syllables 6, 5, 3
You may hear me recite from my 4000 + PS anthology on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro..
catch my short forms like these above @strandpoet on twitter..
read my kindle guides on amazo
by Christopher Lampton |
Categories:
appreciation, love, , sweet love,
lesbian love
sweet love
lesbian love
true love
saw her sitting on a
picnic table
thought maybe I should try
but no was the answer
as I walked by
said it was lesbian love
girl love
lesbian love
hot love
lesbian love
true love
chris lampton
2-6-15
by Somdev Chattopadhyay |
Categories:
america, humanity, lost, love, patriotic,
To touch the aircraft wheel on the country's soil
An emergency message ...
Authorities have arranged for drinking, feeding and sleeping
Emergency and sudden landing of soldiers across the country ...
After seventy two hours of terrorism, I came to know
I lost my dearest Nicholas
With the twin towers, the pride of nation
I lost him forever
After the catastrophe, with frightened and terrified hands,
I opened the letter box one day
A sealed blue envelope was delivered, stamped on 2001/09/11
The pearls are shed by him ...
"My dear Emily, you're my love
.... and beyond love "
by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories:
death, husband
“Parting Is All We Know of Heaven and All We Need to Know of Hell”
Quote from Emily Dickinson’s poem “My Life Closed before Its Close”
his soul rose, taking an angel’s hand
though my head lay upon his chest
free of pain, he joined a band of cherubs
peace was his, though I mourned
years ahead without my husband
seemed like punishment
but Dickinson’s words brought comfort
glad I am that I knew his love
and can accept the hell of loss
knowing we will reunite when eternity beckons me