by Yoni Dvorkis |
Categories:
lost love, lovelove,
Love is an authority.
It dictates choice and consequence
and joins together all the wayward lamenters
who grieve at their loss of purity.
Love is an actuality.
It breathes new life into masochists
who wished to die a thousand times over
and prey upon the weak and fragile.
When you let love in at first, it may seem out of place,
like a foreign object lodged in your chest, a parasite
feeding on the brains of its host, thriving in darkness,
blood-letting leeches drain this swollen heart...
But love does not enforce kindness; only offers a gentle reminder
for anyone who's forgotten how great it feels
to give for the sake of giving
and not be afraid of his own shadow.
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
love,
A drop of lonely floats
into a never ending kiss
lost folded notes play
out in a rewind of time
Shifting spells the chorus
foreign answers ring
-- an empty chair
rocking through my mind
Lay down your symphony
where harmony rests a head
pull back the covers slowly
let me listen to what is said
Colour wraps in soulful pace
mellow light dances free
belief waits for the butterfly
as with truth sunsets will be
by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories:
love,
My cherished one How far will I love you
As far as where moons dissolve in deep seas
Beyond the edge of a tide's crimson hue
where your breath quickens sails with fevered breeze
Alone I 'll embark to our promised land
across long borders of unending pain
under still stars and above drifting sand
through anchored shadows of persistent rain.
Oh those foreign eyes yet not so distant
Your arms safe harbor of a warm embrace
Two hearts entwine against odds resistant
'Neath plum fog sky my lips outline your face
Water rises 'tween silent hope and time
But water falls and I will make you mine
by Susan Woodrow |
Categories:
love,
Had a room been open in that passageway
as a foreign night-ship, you’d have sailed by
Love would’ve been what? I couldn’t say
Life: an inveterate humid ply____________
Perhaps has passed with its pernicious waves
Acceptance rising like ocean’s eustacy
Sometimes, perfunctory was a skin-cut shave
So much more, was propitious ecstasy~~~~~
Parts of us shall never be contrite
As connoisseurs of our own fate, we played
Rage now mostly contrived in dying spite
though candid caustic thoughts can still prey…
Passion!
Our ultimate perfidy
Passion!
We should've kept astute custody.
6/29/2021
by John Watt |
Categories:
love, nature,
A forest - sunlight squeezing through the arms
uplifted by its countless ancient trees.
So fortress-like; her inner royal charms
even the time-worn traveler seldom sees.
What culture lies within? What foreign tongue
is chattered nervously by bird and beast?
What joyful hymns of revelry are sung
which, by my drawing near, in fear are ceased?
My love, those hidden parts I find unique
are those which I would most desire to know.
Dark corners which I least wish you to seek -
the very ones you need the light to show.
Though brighter are the colors from outside,
let's pledge to let no hues within us hide.
by Joyce Johnson |
Categories:
husband, love,
Whispers in the night time,
I'm haunted by the sounds.
I try to understand them
but they speak in foreign phrase.
Perhaps the walls are whispering
those words of long ago
when you whispered in the darkness
that you would love me forever..
I'm haunted by the sounds of night
and quiet of the days.
You have been gone for many year,
but the walls and I remember.
You called me all those honeyed names,
and whispered in my ear.
We planned for our forever
and I knew your love was true.
How could we know that our forever,
was not very far away.
by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories:
blue, boat, longing, love,
My beloved
How far will I love you
As far as where moons immerse in deep seas
Beyond the edge of a tide's crimson hue
Where your breath fills my sails with soft zephyr breeze
Lone I embark to our promised land
Across borders of secret pain
Under still stars,above drifting sand
through anchored shadows of rain
Oh foreign eyes,but never distant
Your arms'safe harbour of a long embrace
Two souls entwined,two hearts persistent
Beneath night's sky,my lips outline your face
Water rise, water falls between shores and time
Empty spaces still abhore our love,sweet tender and sublime
by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories:
absence,
My cherished one How far will I love you
As far as where moons dissolve in deep seas
Beyond the edge of a tide's crimson hue
where your breath quickens sails with fevered breeze.
Alone I'll embark to our promised land
across long borders of unending pain
under fading stars above drifting sand
through anchored shadows of persisting rain.
Oh those foreign eyes yet not so distant
Your arms safe harbour of a warm embrace
Two hearts entwine against odds resistant
'Neath plum fog sky my lips outline your face.
Water rises 'tween silent hope and time
But water falls and I will make you mine.
by Stephen Morrow |
Categories:
warwords, , Lullaby,
When I was laid in field of clay
No flowers above my head did lay
Nor marble headstone placed with care
With words of love chiselled there
No words of sorrow were spoken in pain
Tears of regret did not silken handkerchief stain
No volley of rifles to the sky
No last post lullaby
So when you ask
Were does he lay
This fallen soldier
Of yesterday
I tell you true
And
With pride
I lay with others
Side by side
In every corner
Of
A foreign land
You will find us there
Brother’s band
by P.S. Awtry |
Categories:
anti bullying, bullying, poets,
There are poetry bullies.
Have you met one, yet?
I know it sounds off,
such a foreign concept.
People who love words
and fitting them just so,
polishing a poem
to watch it glow,
that they could turn
their magical pen
and wield them to slash
seems a grave sin.
For gifted with feeling
and a sharp mind
to turn and hurt others
is more than unkind.
For their targets are poets!
--the sensitive sorts
with lovely expression
and vulnerable hearts.
Be careful out there.
Be keenly aware,
but please be brave,
and continue to share
your lovely selves,
your ideas, all your bests,
and please don’t be bullied
by poetry pests.
by Jill Martin |
Categories:
imagination, introspection, life, love, people,
Before the rain came,
I did not understand the words.
They were simply beauty to me
in a foreign language
in a tempo perfect
that fit my mood.
Rich and pretty ... and
a bit oblique.
But the seed fell deeply
when I looked away.
Sweet siren music I heard in ocean
covered streams ... and
salt water flowers.
I knew angels in waking sleep
and watched my mind
tell me lies.
I turned up the silence and grew still.
Clarity sparkled in smog and mud puddles
and then I understood. the words.
and the rain.
stinging cold ... and
purifying.
x
by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
12th grade, analogy, emotions, feelings, i love you, imagery, love,
You are my love, and I am yours,
you're the rudder, and I the oars.
I am the arrow; you're the snare
and the answer to my prayer;
when I take a breath, you're the air.
You found me stuck behind closed doors
and took me to see foreign shores,
revealing a whole world out there.
You are my love.
We fight battles, but never wars,
refereeing games without scores.
As burning flames of passion flair
forging one heart that two can share,
we meld together at our cores.
You are my love.
(Rondeau)
July 26, 2018
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
desire, love,
Night skies bend through fading light
spectrum hints of prodigy pale might
restless moons hold her penchant still
burning up in an ever aching sky till
Forehead to forehead wonderments lie
stargazes trapped among cinnamon eyes
dance naked amid sensual tips of desire
fires fed stoked gasped airs spilling higher
Hush the night roam in fantasy fields
foreign found objects of affection yield
faint scratches the surface silently burns
affected simper rest transient intentions yearn
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
love, moon,
Echoes roam these hallowed halls
and for a moment I wished
to run away into the darkness
The last of her glow
lies low to the west
and I can barely feel her touch
Once a warm summer's kiss
on a sun soaked Lilly pad
floating in a pristine pond
Now relegated to rains falling down
her comfort in a foreign land
Echoes don't leave just yet for
I will not chase haunted dreams
but will gaze quietly upon her beauty
and listen to the lessons in the breeze
by Carl Fraser |
Categories:
dedication, children,
Glistening bayonets, buried deep in the sand,
while atop the helmet crowns their lives;
They died alone on this foreign dirt,
while back home a mother cries.
Bloody Dog Tags and a folded flag,
awarded to parents torn in two;
Tears crash down on the coffin door,
as a father cries, "I'm so very proud of you".
For God and country and liberty,
so their children can live in peace;
For brothers in arms fighting along side them,
no greater love hath these.
So cherish your children while you can,
and pray for them on your knees;
For they too may travel off one day,
To die for you and me...
by Fading Star Silence |
Categories:
feelings, journey, lost, silence, words,
“A wound gets worse when it’s treated with neglect.” – Stevie Nicks
My heart aches,
like the sun aches for the moon,
but stalling became my shackle,
knowing an evolution was never
on the horizon;
wandering stark habitats—
paradoxically, a devoted outcast
tangled in neglect;
I lay isolated soothing my soul,
mending the wounds
I didn’t leave behind.
Truth is, love is a foreign oasis—
thrust into silence—
spiritually battered and bruised,
consuming the deplorable ruins
of those with sinister stigmas
attached to their very core—
void of fading humanity.
by Peter Baldwin |
Categories:
for her, hope, i love you, love, poetry,
Love is a mystery
Yet it can be so sweet
Love is your history
& the feeling of complete
Love can be euphoric
As well as foreign
Love should be exciting
Not telling stories of boring
Love is that hope
When you need Faith
Love is clean like soap
And forgives others like Grace
Love is a passion
That burns deep inside
Love sometimes passes
Although it keeps to remind
Love is not fascist
It breathes breath needed to revive
Love is a facet
Giving Life to those that died
Love is Empathic
Reliving to coincide
Love is a passage
To open the gates of Life
Love is so Lavish
And love is going to Survive
by Line Gauthier |
Categories:
dream, longing, night, peace, sky, sound, surreal,
twilight
crystal notes
stir moon and stars
in gentle
dulcet breeze
sway playful spirits
airborne
thoughts on
foreign wings of love
glide
fluttering
amongst dream states
round
divine whispers
to both heart and soul
serenity
sublime the call
of calm midnight reverie
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on May 14, 2020 for contest BRIAN'S CHOICE D sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
and on April 23, 2019 for contest CHALLENGE: WRITING CHALLENGE 2 - APRIL 2019 – IT'S ALL ABOUT 10 sponsored by DEAR HEART
by Pheko Motaung |
Categories:
africa,
Love your people
And hate foreign devils
For my country
I'll die and leave the world
And govern paradise
by Harry Horsman |
Categories:
miss you,
Oh the wondrous glow of an English Rose
seductive she glides along foreign skies,
words that are spoken in this tongue she chose
whence where she will dwell amidst sunlit sighs.
But what of the love she doth leave behind
subdued in the humus of his desire,
a stringent veil of secrecy so blind
creates a fabric entity of fire.
The candle burns low his autumn of life
when stood at the gate of fearful goodbyes,
upon a tropical romance so rife
chance an English fragrance with Spanish eyes.
Still through woeful tears he scans a Jet plane
waits thereof her return to ease his pain....
© Harry J Horsman 2013
by Thvia Shetley |
Categories:
romancelove,
Will you whisk me
far away
from the only
life I've known?
Can we step
into the froth
and set sail
to a distant home?
Will we travel
light as gypsies
dancing jigs
to exotic tunes?
Can you teach
me foreign tongues
as the dawn breaks
into noon?
Will you love me
so completely
no other girl could
turn your head?
Can you promise
me fidelity
upon our
marriage bed?
Will you be my knight
and champion
and guard my heart
so true?
Can you love me
to eternity
if I say yes
to you?
***I beg forgiveness from everyone who reads this, I have nothing to say for myself
except it was kinda fun to write!
by Angel Fire |
Categories:
adventure, confusion, dedication, friendship, funny, love, passion, travel, tribute,
Love feast by Steven Hudson
I have looked upon too many scarred, sullen and hard faces these many days.
Loud, crude, gruff men who take and push and fight.
This ship has run its course, sleepless, tossed about,
Every port and harbor, sea and foreign land.
My companions smell and to look at them would make you turn down.
I’m pretty sure I have a tapeworm and my piss is the wrong color.
So my love, when here at last I see your face,
You’re smile, piercing eyes, and silky long hair,
To gaze at you now is a love feast to behold,
And from now and forever you will always be…..
The most captivating golden retriever I have ever seen.
by Michelle Casto |
Categories:
confusion, happiness, sunset, truth, visionary,
Finding Paradise 5/25/15
Innocently
I fell
into a strange dimension
to play lost and found
searching for
the magic elixir
where dreams come true
and love rules
Wandering thru
many lands of promise
unable to hold on
to lasting peace
Belonging
is a moving spotlight
across foreign places
Awake!
but the dream
runs deep
Which way do I go?
North
South
or catch a falling star…
Bound by gravity
I pause and retreat to
where I Am
Suddenly
a golden orb
kaleidoscopes into a moment of Truth
& paints a new horizon
Self-Realization arises.
while the warm, earthly breeze
whispers an invitation
“Be here now.”
by John Smith |
Categories:
allusion, analogy, desire, for her, heartbreak, loneliness, night,
Parallel parking on a private stow
For every row there was a foreign road
Waiting for night, my thoughts roam
Straightforward, straight towards her
To...say.. find another, another home
Goodbye my lover, goodbye my love
A voicemail harping and a dial tone,
Went to your door yet no one's home
And all my beliefs lay there on your wreath,
Intertwined with stems and leaves
Fastened to a... ring
Goodbye Hanna, goodbye home
Goodbye forever, forever I'll roam
by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories:
appreciation, military, remember, veterans day,
Think of him who in slumber is restless
with images too horrific to claim -
a soldier with courageous smile whose love
is guarded. He'll never be quite the same.
Impenetrable, he never speaks of
comrades whose souls remain on foreign fields.
He knows not, in wake of day, where he fits.
His wounds from battle have not healed.
Think of this soldier who again and again
reenlists, selflessly for his country.
He is a proud husband, father, and friend.
I ask that we remember him, and then,
I ask for the Lord to ease his burden.