by Paul Callus |
a puppet dances
to its own merry tune
no strings attached
[Inspired by Jan Allison’s
poem “Love is Bind”]
by Carolyn Devonshire |
Soldier stashed a silver locket
Safe inside his jacket pocket
When the war would numb his senses
He’d break down and drop pretenses
Open up the only token
That recalled those thoughts unspoken
Images of infant, young wife
For their freedom, he’d give his life
by John Watt |
first love, nature, spring, youth,
My front porch welcomes your return each year.
Built like a Sherman tank with wings - the night
is filled with music to the springtime ear,
the buzz and clatter of your noisy flight.
Announcing to the world it now is June,
you fly into our lives and cast your spell,
reminding us that summer beckons soon -
sweet season of youth's freedom from school bell.
Ah yes, first love that bloomed in June's warm sun -
that first kiss, blushing like a timid squirrel
and holding hands in public with the one
who showed me I could be loved by a girl.
Your tenure brief; then by July's first day,
like childhood and young love, you've flown away.
written 29 May 2022
by Tim Smith |
When i wake from my happy dream
I remember magic did appear
Angels sang and freedom rang
and you and I were there
We sat amongst the flowing fields
with fauna all around
I held you tight through the night
never making but a sound
Before we woke three words we spoke
which were meaningless until today
as we kissed under the acient oak
I asked you if you'd stay
For I have dreamt and I have wished
for a love that will ring true
so a Christmas Wish I ask of you
is for you to love me too.
by Tim Smith |
love, morning, peace, sun,
It is quiet now
-the sun moves up the ridge
Honey crisp scent of freedom
-hovers and engulfs the air
Pangs of pleasure peal
-the primrose bows her head
Yellow paints the morning
-the fields are all aglow
by Mike Gentile |
Eloquence and Grace were sisters on the run
In a place that valued hate
They found that they had none
They sought a world of kindness
Where love and friendship grew
They hoped that such a place exists in 1692
They heard of a new world, a welcome mat for all
From every meager walk of life
Where freedom will stand tall
They journeyed far to seek a life
In all love would allow
I wonder how they’d feel today, if they could see us now
by A.O. Taner |
august, beach, beautiful, cool, crush, deep, destiny, devotion, fantasy, feelings, first love, fishing, freedom, funny love, future, girlfriend, hope, i love you, i miss you, journey, joy, judgement, lost love, love, love hurts, meaningful, miracle, ocean, people, places, romance, sea, sensual, simple, spiritual, water, women, world,
Don't rush to wash off the sea salt
drying on your skin;
the hopes it carries from other oceans,
those remain yet to be seen.
by liam mcdaid |
angel, beauty, flying, love, metaphor, mirror,
The moonbeams bore you in a cradle of light smiling
warmly a cold blue winter moon rocking over and back thoughts
Midnight mystery howling to a silver reflection deeply echoes whispering winds
over Snow Mountain faraway dreaming stars twinkle in your treasure jewels
Lost trying to catch your trail freedom inside love the spark igniting
magic believing in a fairy tale ending dust in a thousand dreams enchanting
by christie mills |
family, father, love, work, father, father,
My father is a hero.
He stands so tall and proud.
His hands are firm, But gentle.
He stands out in a crowd.
People stop to Thank him.
For Freedom he does fight.
My father is a Soldier.
But he's my Dad at night!
by Tonytocaa Camacho |
courage, discrimination, freedom,
Giving us life
Giving us hope
We were free
Of that kind of
Many of us
To our knees
Even as you
Lay in my arms
While our church
Whispering to me
Be free my love
Lesser men would
Have gone mad
But not I
I would not
That kind of
All rights reserved
by Sarita Milliner |
april, celebration, change, freedom, future, life, spring,
Springtime is a chance to start your life anew,
Dust off your pride and change your attitude.
Bring forth the hidden treasures, of your heart,
Don’t worry about the past that tore you apart.
Let the fresh air cleanse your soul, body and mind,
Release the inhibitions that have kept you blind.
Love yourself, for who you are and what you can do,
Never worry about what others think, it all about you.
Embrace the earth elements and the comfort they bring,
Sit back, relax, and enjoy the results, of your spring cleaning.
Written : © 3/21/16
Submitted for: Second Chance #3
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
by Sunshine Smile |
Fascinating small and large things in life
A dancing feeling in your stomach
Independence and freedom
Positive resonated in the air
Friendship and community means to stand together
about the important things in life
That's about being present where we are
Material benefits provide momentary happiness
Goals, ambitions and dreams ... small or large
Love can be silent and beautiful
With wonder and in deep thought
A magical moment ... who are you ?
- Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
- Copyright © All Rights Reserved
by Joseph Spence Sr |
devotion, faith, hope, inspirational, life, time, visionarylove,
The soul whom the Son sets free
is free indeed,
Unlocking the rusting shackles
Allowing life’s amazing grace
to shine with His embrace,
Transformation of soul’s darkness
to light’s brightness,
The uplifting revelation of God’s
truth of freedom,
His extraordinary and infinite power
shining love every hour,
Preservation and hope for life
His love abound, no strife
How sweet the sound—
Wrapped in His embrace
Singing Amazing Grace!
17th Place Honorable Mention/Certificate
Poetry Soup's International Poetry Contest
July 1, 2007
by arthur vaso |
I wrote a poem of despair
My hearts been tossed up into the air
She wrote a limerick that was taboo
She made me laugh when I was so blue
Entering stage left was Tim
Writing of past lovers sins in a hymn
It seems that we laugh or we cry
We live, we love, or we die
The three of us, holding poetic swords up high
Throughout the ages we all do fly
No subject goes unspoken
For the freedom of words we've awoken
No battle to long or too fierce
Our duels are true and unrehearsed.
Through blood, sweat and tears
A bond so strong that sweetens the years
All for one and one for all
Let us carry on and have a ball!
by Richard Lamoureux |
loss, love, me,
Tell me I'm the one, the love of your life.
It's not my fault you won't become my wife
I'll look in your eyes as I dream my dreams.
We can both pretend, it's not what it seems.
I know there's another who holds your heart.
I can't stand that it's ripping mine apart.
So I will take this, just one more night.
Hold me and rock me, till the morning light.
My pain is to great, please whisper sweet lies.
My brain knows what my Heart can't realize.
I'll give you freedom, please let me pretend.
I am not ready, for this love to end.
Tomorrow walk away, that is your chance
I will survive, if you give me one glance
Sonnet on an intimate relationship.
by Donna Loughman |
blessing, christian, devotion, emotions,
An iridescent sapphire cuts into the night’s sky clearly
a gift unasked for and predestined appears solidity
love is the luster smelted inside the eastern chambers afar
Hooked upon the waxing moon’s burgeoning smile that shines
mesmerizing silver shadows dance under your bloodstained beams
beckoning freedom in an heavenly escape reflects back unconditionally
A tantalising call nurtured on the precarious wind surrounds the soul
shaded Sacred Heart images dance beckoning inside chorographic unison
never imagined acceptance of grace awaits in your tender loving embrace
A co-written piece by Liam Mcdaid & Donna Loughman
by Kenneth Fordham |
angst, confusion, imagination, lost love, mystery, on writing and words, passion, sad
The Ink Bottle sits, alone,
It’s only Companions,
The Feathered Pen,
The Paper Pad.
The Desk, once alive,
But wanting not,
A Wooden Chair, dusty,
For the Comfort,
Time, a mystery gone,
Never to be recovered,
Days of gloom, waiting,
Shine not, The Light,
Come back, to Me,
My words, of Joy,
Wisdom, once known.
by Frederic Parker |
The slow weathered drip of life falls restrained
As years turn and decay begins to show
Time is met in memories self-contained
Disappearing ghosts from the mind's window
A child on a cloud of imagination
Wondrous worlds lost and yet to create
A young man wearing shoes of freedom found
Chasing after love to impersonate
A time bandit, stealing cherished moments
As its payment has cost the skin to gray
Broken into years of passing segments
The sleeping night, the entrance to the day
How quick it all has been, time's fleeting sense
When the last drip falls, my death will commence
by Tim Smith |
An indelible blue looking out to you
seducing the pain to wash away
with stolen keyboard strokes
a few extra x's and o's where
decimals move with inapprehension
carrying fantasy dreams offshore
where sandcastles are built with
riches never to be crowned
holding secret keys to happiness
breathless my tomorrows begin
under guise of the salty moon
worries behind,necks entwined
newly discovered swans swoon
by Quoth TheRaven |
change, freedom, life, love, rain, romantic love,
once two met in rain
to hide tears from prying eyes
and longing in mine
stole away in night
to bargain locked heart's freedom
you the only key
sat perfectly still
as I sketched it on my mind
the smile you promised
as showers subside
blossoms thirst in desert sands
til return of rain
by Vijay Pandit |
Life is a smile of a newborn in mother's arms
Arts and crafts of stained glass from grains of sand
Freedom of a chick on its very first flight
Love of a mother scurrying beside a young fawn
Float on a lotus pond in style of white swans
Lyrics of nature scripted in nightingale's song
Painting in vermilion tints rising on meadows of fall
Rivers rushing down from spring mountaintops
Romance in lover's eyes watching a new dawn
Wonder in breath of a single-celled amoeba
September 14, 2019
HM: Strand special 5 by Brian Strand
Life poetry contest; Sponsor: Ironic Zink
by Ema Kenyon |
freedom, lost love, love,
There are so many things
that I’d like to say
with my arms open like wings
and nothing in my way.
I’d scream out “I loved you!”
in the morning at one.
I’d look to the sky shining blue
and know that I’ve won.
I would smile real wide
and walk back real slow
to a place where I won’t have to hide
and nobody has to know.
That you were my everything,
and now you’re my nothing.
by Jack Ellison |
Freedom is a simple
two syllable word
but has a meaning far greater
than it's seven letters
it means the right
to live life unconditionally
in peace love and contentment
too many are subjected
to tyranny and disrespect
will it ever change
well we can only hope
if there's any way
in my waning years
it would only be possible
to affect future generations
but my one small voice
needs much help!
please join me won't you
show me it's not too late!
by Emile Pinet |
12th grade, allusion, death, emotions, feelings, imagery, love,
The lament of a summer breeze is heard
to make the gilded leaves of Autumn sigh.
And after months without a single word,
love lost its wings and can no longer fly.
Shadows form silhouettes in the moonlight,
tethering wishes and hopes to a dream.
And haunted by lost love, she cries at night,
as lonely feelings fuel a silent scream.
She remembers the sweet taste of his kiss
and the way he left her feeling fulfilled.
He swore he'd write daily without remiss,
but those letters stopped the day he got killed.
She never questioned why he'd gone to war
for she knew, freedom was worth dying for.
Sept. 1, 2018
by Raul Moreno |
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.