appreciation, how i feel, love,
by Daniel Turner |
Within her heart is where I wish to be
To dwell inside the garden of her soul
Where each soft heartbeat plays a symphony
And all around is beauty to behold
The sunshine of her love would keep me warm
My one desire, to take life's pain away
Consoling her when clouds of sadness form
Removing troubles of each stressful day
Should something cause her fragile heart to break
I'd gather up the pieces tenderly
With love I'd smooth the sharpness of heartache
Then put them back together carefully
Within her heart is where her beauty lies
Her love, the light that shines within her eyes
original poem by Daniel Turner
by Andrea Dietrich |
autumn, lost love,
Like violets were her eyes when first I spied
the lady with a sweet child’s face who peeked
at me from bushes that she stood beside,
alluring Lilah, beaming, apple-cheeked!
And so it was that more and more I found
myself among the lilacs in that place
where first we’d met, that I might hear the sound
of Lilah’s laugh and glimpse her angel’s face.
On fragrant garden paths we knew the thrill
of blossoming affection. Poetry
was time we spent! But when my love fell ill,
the autumn of our bliss was not to be. . .
I visit Lilah now where she’s at rest
nearby the lilac blooms she liked the best.
by Elaine George |
beauty, god, me, prayer,
I am a wish, a prayer, from mortals lips
That reached heaven and touched God’s fingertips
And returned to earth wrapped in flesh and blood
A gift from God’s unconditional love
So love and cherish me as God does you
And guide and teach me well in all I do
And together, a garden we will grow
Filled with the fragrant beauty of the rose
And on the day I reach maturity
And feel the need like leaves to leave the tree
To show the world the colors that are me
Rejoice in all the beauty that you see
For I am your child the gift that God gave
No More than a wish and a prayer - away.
by Leo Larry Amadore |
angst, childhood, death, depression, family, father, hope, introspection, life, loss, nostalgia,
Things that seemed poetic were always sad,
though I yearned for sparkle
and my dad's guffaw, which never came.
Familiar things were always drear --
repeated motions in the same old game.
There were only distant glimpses
of budding spring, fleeting views
of daffodils. The strongest
poems dealt me death and dying.
Yet I always hoped, never went under
to gray despair, always dreaming
of a garden of love we could share.
But those forbidden delights faded
quickly away; the only reality
I understand is the ever-looming
and final one. Nothing's changed.
The strongest poems deal death
by Victor Buhagiar |
Fireflies danced amongst the shrubs,
Nocturnal fragrance filled the garden,
Sweet melodies of violin
Wafted into the serenity
Of our quiet neighbourhood.
How could I not dream of my love?
On the hammock beneath an old oak
I lay swinging gently to the tune,
A rhapsody weaving a magical spell.
Thoughts drifting into night's allure.
Will she come to me to count our stars?
Would she regale me with many a kiss
As passionate as each nebula
That adorned so heavenly our sky?
There the trill of the nightingale
Suddenly hushed as she approached.
I felt elated with the anticipation of love.
by Michelle Faulkner |
depression, lost love, relationship,
'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?'
Were I to be more truthful, and less kind
Once fair, your hair now more consumed by gray
Your dewy luster I struggle to find
As weighted toll of years fills in your frame
And roses on your cheeks falter and fade
I can not say if it is age I blame
Or from the fall of youth, a cynic's made
Is it my eyes too blighted to recall
The fragile beauty your face once possessed
No large gash dealt, only dying in small
Moments I turned away from your caress
Unwatered, our garden lies bleak and spent
Winter coating the stems where summers went.
by Mike Gentile |
care, garden, growth, heart, love, metaphor,
The garden of love bids tending
so often it pains us to render its due
when drought offers threat
and water is scarce
and lovers forget what it means to be true
Yet love, like a garden, rewards us
the flowers of the heart are worth all the pain
how else can we reap
that beautiful yield
with little to lose and with so much to gain
When I think of where we first started
with just the horizon to capture our view
my eyes now behold
what a garden can be
with effort and love to carry it through
by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
introspection, joy, love, romantic,
I got a love that's never gonna die
Your love has breathed new life into me,
has filled my heart that was once empty
I got a love that's alive and spry
A fragrant violet voice has revived the old bones,
turning back the clock is a good thing
Gave me a pep in my step, a soul zing
Your love rekindled the flame that was long gone
How could you know that you would affect me so,
make me to rise up from my slumbering deep
Go walking to the garden of orchid waking dreams
A shower of kindness make the seeds of your love grow,
blossoms of smiles move my undressed heart to weep
My love for you will never die, for it has been redeemed
by Maurice Yvonne |
with your delicate little hand
with your long slender fingers
you touched my lips
my heart was beating like a baby bird flying for the first time
the two of us were sharing less than one person's space
as our lips met
the planet went silent
the hurricane of day to day life
calmed down to a soothing breeze
the whole world froze
our private moment
now I know
they weren't banished
Adam and Eve
with its explosive sense of peace
on the other side of this kiss
Mar. 1 2016
by Andrea Dietrich |
One summer in a garden at midnight,
I chanced upon an angel standing where
the moon made a mosaic with its light.
He must have come from heaven; oh how fair
his alabaster skin and eyes of blue!
The guardian of my heart he might be.
How wrong I was! For that which would ensue
was nothing like what he had promised me.
At first his eyes were azure skies until
the dark clouds came; my angel man transformed.
The windows to his soul gave me a chill.
His mind was twisted like a maze. There stormed
inside his body a chimera soul,
for wickedness had swallowed him up whole.
Written February 14, 2016
for the Chimera World Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
by Tim Smith |
Hints of lilac filtered through the garden
a pretty butterfly just sat at rest
me lost in amazement
soft rays of sunshine clinging to my chest
The stone bench held my attention
as love notes floated through the air
my heart was in a flutter
sensing she was near
Her eyes were sweet as honey
her skin had that special glow
her lips so moist they begged for me
to memorize the passion that they showed
I met her on a Tuesday
that's when the world for me would shift
the stars shot past the heavens
as our souls would forever drift
by Caren Krutsinger |
6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade, flower, garden,
In a gorgeous meadow chock full of butterflies and daylilies there lived a
sassy happy beautiful dragonfly. She was loved by the tulips, roses, and coneflowers. The monarchs revered her, seeing the joy she brought to the meadow. This little dragonfly did her best to fit in, nurturing each aspect of the meadow as was her right.
spreading love to the flowers
by Quoth TheRaven |
devotion, growing up, morning, true love,
Who was it that first said..
'the eyes are the window to the soul'..
who's eyes did they envision..
and how did they know?
And what of sweet wetted fingers that comb..
to straighten this messed heart cowlick I own.
Few well paired wanderlust seek a divine pardon..
still fancy the folly of youth's far flung travels.
Two trespass meadow lost to petal lined garden,
til intimacy's last mystery unravels.
Darting dawn awakes to write upon love's torn page..
parting drawn in true type font in spite of heart's age.
by SKAT A |
adventure, art, beauty, encouraging, first love, inspirational, journey, me, vanity, visionary,
I've found the fountain of youth
When I stumbled across the forbidden garden
Right in the middle of everything
Was what I imagined being a wishing well
I at once tossed a quarter into the sea
Facing down, puzzled as can be
I peeked in to ensure where it fell
I tipped over and that's when I saw my vanity
It was sitting there waiting for me
The reflection was before this day and age
I thought, what could this be?
With one drop on my taste buds
I knew I found the one true key
The most beautiful thing that can set one free
I reached in to touch the poetry inside me
by Robin L. Gass |
you've sown within
the heart and soul of me
grows like a lush summer garden
and I am filled with your tender beauty
I gather roses in the sun
and offer you bouquets
on petals sweet
by Sunshine Smile |
beauty, celebration, passion, summer,
The birds in the garden singing their songs
They tell their story with the heart of summer
A place of silence and aromatic flowers
Where hearts dance of happiness, passion and love
This sweet moment, with blue lilies growing in edge of the road
I can not find reality more beautiful anywhere else
It is a thought of escape from the world of realities
Where my heart is resting and nothing can disturb
03.07.2015 A-L Andresen :)
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by Richard Lamoureux |
change, dark, fruit,
Before the days when man first sinned
Angels traveled upon the wind
Everything magic shone in the night
Fairies fluttered, wings shining bright
Eve was perfect with long flowing hair
Sensuous body, delightfuly bare
Adam's body strong, he was a sight
They played by day and made love at night
Everything perfect, living in the trees
Yet trouble called upon a gentle breeze
The serpent said taste, this fruit so grand
Eve so entranced, she ate from his hand
She saved fruit for Adam, he took a bite
The garden went dark, no more magic light
A sonnet in The Wind Contest.
Written September 9th, 2013
Sponsored by: Poetess Darkly
by Mel Merrill |
On earth, as it is in heaven,
Or the Bible tells me so--
I wonder if in heaven,
Will the winds of autumn blow?
Or will there be a garden,
Will the morningglory grow--
I wonder if in heaven
Will the springs of summer flow?
And just beyond the pearly gates
Will the seasons come and go--
I wonder if in heaven
Will there fall a flake of snow?
Or will my love be waiting there;
Shall I find my crimson rose?
And marvel at her beauty...
The smile Da Vinci knows.
by Frederic Parker |
The mist from love found drifting in its realm.
Lifts only when the sun begins to rise,
And clears away the mist, to overwhelm,
In elegant colors it will revive.
To still the heart, to dwell in paradise,
And bathe in splayed soft light two lover's form,
With lover's wings so gentle they entice,
To merge with kisses soft, tender and warm.
Love's a heart that welcomes with consent.
Between the flowers fresh with morning dew,
And purifies the garden with sweetest scent.
They welcome sun's cascading light that's new.
How true the love that's born beneath the sky.
To love the purest heart and never cry.
by Tim Smith |
beauty, love, nature,
Robins move quickly across the fresh spring grass
gathering foliage for a newly woven nest
Church bells can be heard chiming
rhythmically out in the distant west
Vibrant tulips, lily's and orchids
are exploding in the garden
arousing sensuous scents of jasmine and rose
as a gentle breeze tickles my nose
The sun sprinkles sunshine off the glistening dew
bringing me a smile and thoughts of you
Your warm and loving heart
like the perfect cloudless day
Your sweet and tender touch
taking all my breath away
I sit here enjoying this glorious sight
daydreaming of sharing with you my night
by JAN ALLISON |
beauty, flower, garden, nature,
See how they’ve grown
Into pretty pansies for my garden
How I love to see their smiling faces
In lovely shades
Especially on wet dreary dull days
Triple Tetractys 2 Contest sponsored by Eve Roper
Checked with how many syllables
by AFZAL NUSKER |
In her dumpster fades away
posy of love-struck feelings.
I plucked from my heart's garden,
now a barren land.
Date : 01/30/2016
by ahellas Alixopulos |
This sweet gentle sonnet is for Janet.
In whose garden I've sat for the last hour.
There is no better place on the planet
to capture the grace and awesome power
of a person who thinks she has neither.
A silent orchestra of bright colors,
soloist and chorus of each species gather
in season from subtle to loud bellow,
in a silent sonata conducted
by a genius gardener spreading life
and beauty and love. Reward not expected
by our maistro except the relief
of life's burdens, a few ripe tomatoes,
appreciative children, any of those.
by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
color, love, rainbow, romantic,
Sometimes when matters are in the gray,
it ain’t always black and white
There are times when emotions are deep blue,
canary yellow thoughts can make us wanna fly, shy away
Then, bright orange glowing memories
bring gentle, evergreen smiles
As time’s seasonal change sunset down on us
Being lifelong lovers, we got
amethyst purple hearts of courage
that beats with
ruby red rhythms of loving perseverance
Here at this humble, brownstone garden abode,
two pink carnations have budded and bloomed
Now looking at the graying of the skies,
we can see the rainbows in each other’s eyes
Reflecting the soul spectrum of our love
by Tony Bush |
people, sad, sad,
Misinformed as ever was,
as sad as sad can be,
for no one cared or dared to love
a creature such as she.
Time rolls past and in its’ dust
she wonders where it’s gone,
left standing still with faded eyes,
a vessel dreaming on.
As crazy-paved as garden paths,
and blinder than a tree,
holding court with ghosts of kids
who never lived to be.
Imagined loves she never met,
no truth to rest upon,
just make-believe and pharmacy
a vessel dreaming on.