by Connie Marcum Wong |
What causes me to love a poem
Is one that lingers in my mind,
A poem of a kindred spirit kind,
The kind that makes me feel at home.
A solemn poem that makes me cry,
Or one with clever wit and flair,
Or one with sentiment to share,
A poem that causes an awestruck sigh.
The best would sparkle with romance
The kind that Chris Green writes to prove
Superlative his words of love,
Melodic rhyme that woos one to dance
Under a starlet diamond sky
As poetry whispers in the wind
A sonnet forms in mind to send
Along with dreams to wayward fly.
Contest Name FAVE |
Sponsor Line Gauthier
by Andrea Dietrich |
Oh, fireman, by your saving grace,
my babies remain now with me,
so I give kisses thankfully
all over your sweet dearest face.
And please do not think that I’m rude.
Though my kisses be rough and wet,
there's no bigger love you can get
then this mama dog’s gratitude.
In honor of Joyce Johnson's first contest ever:
by Carolyn Devonshire |
mother daughter, thanks,
The rain that seemed to wash my hopes away
Left an amazing gift for me to find
Beyond the puddles that remained behind
New signs of life revived one summer day
I had not planted anything at all
'Twas Mom who wanted me to find this prize
Her efforts surely took me by surprise
Three decades passed; her smile I can’t recall
But in the yard where she drew her last breath
A bed of Four O’Clocks awoke one day
It was as if my Mom were there to say
“My love for you survived beyond my death”
*Written November 7, 2018
“Thankful Poetry Contest” hosted by Tania Kitchin
by CayCay Jennings |
appreciation, blessing, faith, god, heart, spiritual, thanks,
Heartfelt are my thanks for all the blessings
ever flowing in, out and through my life.
I feel fortunate for each go-round with strife
that arrived to design my soul’s truth dressings.
My humbled breath streams awe when I feel His touch
upon my grateful soul, heart, thoughts and actions.
With love, He guides my steps to divine traction
and lifts fear-based, stinking thinking from my clutch.
I am delighted when harmony fills my home
where family memories grow, glow and unfold.
My simple life prospers me more than bars of gold.
My soul greets days with heart-praise wherever I roam.
Brian Strand N
November 10, 2018
by Joy Wellington |
Time has become my greatest enemy
It drags on, an infernal grating on the nerve
Like a broken muffler, dragging around the curve
While my love and I starve for each other’s company
Until time surrenders, I wait my love with baited breath
Watching time, which I have confounded for going by so slowly
For that hour, that minute, that second, when you will be mine only
When I shall pledge my love to you forever, until death
For: Barbara Gorelick’s contest
Once Upon A “Time”
by Debbie Knapp |
Life is beautiful and amazing with you. Looking back with no regrets only grateful for memories shared. Life together has shaped us into what we are today.
Life is like a room filled with sunshine on the coldest winter morning, as our love flows freely warming every inch. Only together could our love warm as the sun.
Life is you and me together sharing and caring. To me, this is what life is!
by Hani Gholami |
beautiful, beauty, boyfriend, emotions, heartbroken, inspirational, love,
You buy her a rose.
Make your way downtown only to find out through a text she wants to see other people.
You go to throw away your rose......but before you do, it hits you.
The flower is no less beautiful.
It smells just as heavenly.
The world still turns and you notice all the eyes on you and your beautiful flower....
What a lucky girl she must be they think.
What a lucky guy I am I think.
To hold such a elegant flower.
He leaves it on the train seat and leaves.
by Sona Wilae |
black african american, blue, depression, discrimination, heartbroken, , black love,
My black bleeds the same color red
My black breaths the same air
My black causes death instead
My black should live loud and free
My black is me.
My black loves you
My black loves are true.
My black served the same country
My black is set aside
Like last nights trash
Yet I ask, does your color
Mean right, and my black
What a sad black song.
by Annabelle Jane |
love, dream, dream, love,
I do not love you by comparison.
It isn't borne of desperation, pride, or pain.
I do not need you for counsel, release.
I do not dream of you to alter you or your words.
I do not follow you because I am weak.
I follow you so that I might go too.
I dream of you, and know reality is better.
I need you because I choose to.
I love you because I do.
by Jane Bowen |
inspirational, introspection, love, passion, philosophy, uplifting, longing,
Passion has this unyielding power
Filling our desired need
Entirely so free of greed
Like the sun beaming on a flower
A wanting yearning aching urge
Bottled up hidden as we grow
A fairy tale we crave to know
A longing for our love to surge
Magnetic chemistry silently implores
Creating a desire burning deep
Sizzling kisses no longer meek
Lovers curiously eager to explore
Passion an undeniable emotion
Always lending us what we crave
Being adored by a heart so brave
God blessed us all with this devotion~
by Deb Wilson |
farewell, lost love, me, me,
I came to you in a summer storm last night.
The crisp wind blew and I was left behind.
Your body welcomed me but not your mind.
I gazed upon your face and found no light.
It's dangerous to love a soul too much.
When all you take away with you is pain.
Feels as though there's nothing left to gain.
All that's left to you is bitter touch.
The night is bracing for some starry skies.
And I am looking for a vague relief.
You stole my heart then ran off like a thief.
Like they were good for me I ate your lies.
Now circumstance has sent me out to sea.
You're bound to wish me far away from shore.
I am adrift out here without an oar.
But I will sail away and set you free.
by Debjani Mitra |
computer, cry, deep, feelings, football, love,
A Call for "ROBOTIC SYMPOSIA"
Bytes of Chips.. Coded Cuisines.
Interface Deep Learned Colloquia
Pageant of Program-Parade track.
Sessions of Chess, Poems..Football
Network, Encrypt, Friends Firewall.
Awesome Algorithms..can you hack?
A Special Theme.. "Learn to Cry"..
Bluetooth the Heart and Brain.
To feel Love, Pleasure and Pain..
HUMANS.. "Please Don't Apply "
13th September 2018
SYMPOSIA POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by Julia Ward.
by Pam Hicks |
dedication, faith, girlfriend-boyfriend, love,
I watch as you sleep,
You are so unreal,
I cannot understand,
This thing that I feel.
I gaze out the window,
It is raining, My love,
And I am most certain,
You were sent from above.
I lie down beside you,
I can feel your breath,
Believe I will love you,
Even in death.
With my head on your chest,
I can hear your heart beat,
In this sweet contentment,
I join you in sleep.
by Lakisa Battie |
dedication, devotion, happiness, me,
Since you've come into my life,
You've shown me a New Light....
Day after Day,
And Night after Night,
It still shines very bright....
You've brought me so much love, joy and hope,
That my heart took flight....
If loving and being with you is wrong,
Honey I promise,
I Don't Every Won't To Be Right....
Yet nothing worth while in Life is Easy,
Everyday there's a constant battle or fight... (Good)
At the end of the day, we still stand tall,
For we've given All Our Might.....
Our time together is sheer pleasure,
And A Wonderful Delight.....
With Determination, Faith and God,
I know that we shall be All Right.....
by Mick Talbot |
heart, muse, nature,
oh! my very dearest muse
when heartbeats collide
inspired me I must advise
such inspiration you infuse
when heartbeats collide
what err the barrier, love
and the beating sun above
it is how we humans survive
‘have a fear’, I say to all humanity
as you fight amongst yourselves
if you forget nature, in your hell’s
she will indeed create a new reality
no doubt wars add to world pollution
including all its terrible aftermath
yet leaders still have their hot baths
pray one day we will find a solution
by Regina McIntosh |
death, devotion, family, sorrow, surreal,
Driving at night, with the window down
Air in my hair, hands on the wheel
Him driving by me, there to reveal
His face clearly visible in the middle of town
Passing by him, I was startled and yearning
Wishing for the chance to say hello to him
He was my uncle and I felt it all on a whim
Even though I hoped, his head wasn’t turning
How could I be seeing him tonight,
Without a doubt his image in the window
Reminding me why I was stuck in limbo
Him the truckdriver – mostly out of sight.
He had given me so much of his heart
Pieces I still carried and pulled out often
Yet I had seen him there, lying inside a coffin
Tonight, I was haunted by the love he did impart
by Andrea Dietrich |
These arms long to hold you; these lips soft and red
are yearning to kiss you. Oh, why can’t you see
the woman who loves you the most sincerely
is here while you’re loving another instead!
Sept. 17, 2019
for Edward Ibeh's Pick A Title, Vol 9 - Enclosed Rhyme Poetry Contest
I chose title #2 My Arms Long to Hold You. It reminded me of a romantic song.
by Sandra Haight |
poetry, spoken word,
Come poets all to our Symposia
to meet and share with others and debate
about an art to which you can relate
and learn about advanced criteria,
For turning thought into great imagery
with writing tools of rhythm, meter, rhyme
or where free verse or syllables are prime,
here at our wordsmith-skills menagerie!
Please come to share in the euphoria
as you present your own poetic voice
reciting one fine poem of your choice!
Come poets all to our Symposia.
Sandra M. Haight
Contest: What Your Poem Needs Now, Is Love, Sweet Love
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
by John Watt |
children, family, jobs, love, wife,
My worth is not in what I own -
In real estate, or company,
Big car or boat, prized jewelry,
Investments that have grown.
My worth is not in what I do -
The job I work, or what I’m paid
Awards, promotions, deals I’ve made;
How nice the office view.
My worth is not in art I make -
A poem or melodious line,
A bridge or building I design,
Or photos that I take.
My worth exists externally –
In God, my wife, daughter and sons.
My worth is measured in the ones
I love and who love me.
by Jo Daniel |
god, how i feel, thank you,
I feel thankful today,
You loved me beforehand,
Your love makes me feel grand,
Your love that came my way;
I feel grateful today,
Your grace showered on me,
Your grace that set me free,
Your grace that shone my way;
I feel thankful today,
Your mercy I can feel,
Your mercy me did heal,
Your mercy guides my way.
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
by charles messina |
If I had the time...I'd grow a tree of love
I'd spread it's seeds...across the miles
In hopes to grow...forever smiles
For everyone...'Neath the clouds, or up above
If I had the time...I'd create an ever sun
I'd spread it's rays...across the seas
In hopes to find sadness...amongst the breeze
To so brighten each face...one by one
If You Have The Time For An Enclosed Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored: Tania Kitchin
by Curtis Moorman |
appreciation, christian, heaven, inspirational, jesus,
WHAT ARE YOU THANKFUL FOR
What are you thankful for today
Could it be because you're living
Then thank the Lord just for giving
You the breath to take a knee and pray
Or perhaps you're free of aches and pain
Another reason for you to thank Him
Since life with aches makes you grim
But for today you have much to gain
But most of all He showed great love
By sending His Son to die for you
And save you from the sin you do
So you can live in heaven above
6 November 2018
For the contest sponsored by Tania Kitchin
by Sharon Ruebel |
All in all life has been good to me
unlucky in love however loving none the less
things have a way of turning out the way they should be
we accept our fate and it is all for the best...
by Andrea Dietrich |
lost love, passion
As though she were a moon in sky of nights unstarred;
as though a silent, untouched plain was Heloise
when parted from the one who'd been her rain and breeze.
She lived her life, but lived without her Abelard.
(To anyone interested, this is one of the greatest love stories in history!
The book I read of it really moved me. If you never heard of this couple,
I hope you will Google it and check out the story! The book I read was
"Stealing Heaven," by Marion Meade)
For Brian Strand's Contest (abba end rhyme)
by John Posey |
christian, faith, heaven, hope, inspirational, religious, spiritual, life, love,
Come go with me to eternity,
To find our own Dreamland
Together we’ll walk, hand in hand
And live our fantasy.
Those we love will all be there
Of this you can be sure.
Our life will always be secure
And free from all despair.
The blessings that were ours’ here
Will also greet us there
And life continued as a pair
Will not know one single tear
There you’ll see through eyes of God
What your love means to me
For love that’s always meant to be --
The angels will applaud
I do believe there’s such a place --
It will not seem so odd
To stand before Almighty God
And touch His loving face.
Written By John Posey