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 Le'Rita Clark |
black african american, death, life, loss, love, sad, teen, girl, girl,
One night a guy & a girl were
driving home from the movies. The
boy sensed there was
something wrong because of the painful
silence they shared between them
that night. The girl then asked the boy to pull over
because she wanted to talk. She told him that her
feelings had changed & that it was time to move on.
A silent tear slid down his cheek as he
slowly reached into his pocket & passed her a folded note.
At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down
that very same street. He swerved
right into the drivers seat, killing the boy.
Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she
pulled it out & read it.
"Without your love, I would die."
by Isaiah Zerbst |
animal, girl, happiness, innocence,
This world of trouble soon will pass
For there beyond the crystal glass
A lamb and lion tread the grass
Beside a lass, beside a lass
This cord of present time shall break
And hate and fear shall flee and quake
Oh, may all vice this earth forsake!
And love awake! And love awake!
Oh, see him walk 'neath mighty trees!
The king of beasts; what strength and ease!
Yet now content this lass to please
Her hand to tease, her hand to tease
Behold! A pleasant form and face!
The child of beauty crowned with grace!
Fair Una treads at even pace
A better place, a better place
~ The form is Monotetra~
~Based on the painting 'Una and the Lion' by Briton Riviere.
by Tim Smith |
Strumming my heartstrings
Drawing me in with each note
Playing the most beautiful song
Hearing the words you wrote
Filling in all the gaps
The melody is for me
Beating loud and clear
Setting my heart free
Only distance keeping us at bay
You still have me in your trance
Two hearts apart, beating as one
How I wish we could dance
A soft kiss upon your delicate hand
Holding you close, holding you tight
Slow dancing under the moonlit skies
The perfect girl, the perfect night
by Tim Smith |
Down in the valley
the yellow butterfly floats
in a field of white daisies
capturing a moment in time
Perched up high on the hillside
sitting on a blanket
my best girl and me
arm in arm
watching life roll on by
Gaze into those caramelized eyes
Looking deep into her loving soul
her sweet killer smile
grinning back at me
Chasing her down the hill
Rolling together in the field
Soft butterfly kisses
Walking hand in hand
with a bouquet of daisies
by Robert Nehls |
courage, faith, love,
MAMA PLEASE DON'T CRY
She smiled through the waves of pain
And held her mother's hand.
"Oh, Mama please don't cry," she said.
"And try to understand.
God wants me up in heaven now.
I hear him calling me.
There's lots of angels singing out.
It sounds so heavenly.
"Oh Mama please don't cry," she said.
"It's time for me to go.
You've given me your love and joy.
And Mom I love you so."
She wipes away her mama's tears
And looks into her eyes.
Then drifts into the Lord's sweet hands
As they say their goodbyes.
Now Mama hears her little girl;
"Oh, Mama please don't cry."
So brave and strong her little one:
The day they said goodbye.
by Seren Roberts |
He lays there in his own world
Living on memories of the past
life as it is now, is just existing,
memories, are remembered at last
No longer knows who I am
looking at me so scared.
As though I would do him harm
as I gently, help him feed
I know he remembers that I love him
when he forages within his heart’s pages
the word love, carved forever, by his little girl,
Even when he is in his rage, stages.*
Penned 15 October 2016
*the ravages of Altzheimer's Disease......living in the past....in a life full of stages.
by James Burns |
dedication, devotion, faith, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, husband, love, passion, romance, wifeday, me,
The Luckiest Man
I have found that not everyone is as strong
As the skies are wide and the days are long
But in life I have found there is this one
Whose bounty makes me feel as warm as the sun
And from the moment that she first caught my eye
I knew I’d be with her til’ the day that I die
That I would love and cherish her all the day through
And do all those little things we men are supposed to do
And spend my days lost in utter bliss
That I had this beautiful woman to kiss
And there’s one true fact ‘bout her being my girl
That makes me the luckiest man in the world
by Carolyn Devonshire |
All year long he puts my heart on a shelf
No surprise I’d rather be by myself
If there’s no Valentine treat
From this worthless hunk of meat
He can go on making love to himself
Remember there’s an “I” in Valentine
So if no one’s around to say, “Be mine”
Just splurge – get a new hairdo
Party with an all-girl crew
Check out the divorce rate and say, “I’m fine”
*For Francine's Valentine Limerick contest
by Rachel St.Cross |
beautiful, girl, love,
Heated these shores, whereupon passion bears her grip...
A lady in love with another woman, and how can she deny this
Stirring deep inside racing through her veins the rapture, of her heart.
by JAN ALLISON |
YOU'RE MY EVERYTHING
Right from the second we met I knew
One day you would become my wife.
Married to the girl of my dreams, you are
All I ever wanted in my life
Now you cradle our newborn son so
Tenderly in your loving arms.
I love you more with every day that passes and
Cherish the day you came into my life
Romantic acrostic Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
by arthur vaso |
introspection, philosophy, poetry, sad,
My Guitar weeps
And not so gently
It strings together broken tears
It has seen my feeble attempts at love
My Guitar laughs
As I try to serenade
A song that lovers play
It strings together broken romances
My guitar sleeps
For I am not doing to well
In charming your heart
My guitar is bored
My guitar kills me
And steals my girl
They were meant to be it seems
They joined chords and sang
The funeral was brief
The music was good
Guitar music after all
Now they travel onwards
With not a thought of me
With no guitar
As the ghost of me weeps
by Eve Roper |
My sweet girl,
you are my butterfly
that flutters with grace,
under the golden sunshine;
as zephyr breath blows
you from one petal to the next,
slowly through pinnate leaves.
You are my sunshine that blooms my life.
Love you my special girl
by Sakshi Singh |
boyfriend, change, feelings, girl, i miss you, love, teen love,
Sometime instead of pink, I like Red
Sometime instead of playing with children,
I want to go on date
Sometime instead of Fishes, I like Swans
Sometime instead of T-shirt,
I want to wear Gowns
Sometime instead of Social problems,
I like to read Love story
Sometime instead of cute girl,
I want to look beautiful lady
Sometime instead of chocolate,
I like to receive Flowers
Sometime instead of meeting him for minutes,
I want to spend Hours
by Testimony Akinkunmi |
care, crush, girl, hope, how i feel,
Many have called me
Many have even fallen
Only you have tripped
by Miraj Raha |
In breath-taking elegance, the "Cinder Girl" walks
she was the moon once, but now a frightful dusk.
A grave message through "Fire and Ice"
mortals must learn to sacrifice.
pulsating everywhere, before the dawn of man
that is "How Poetry began."
darkness was adorned by moon-rays bright
"Come out and play, you creatures of Night."
The sun refused to shine, as evil shadows around them crept
That was the day, "When the Heaven and Earth wept."
...and thus she spins her endless tales
that spreads forth in the winds and dales.
A deluge of emotions mix and blend
creating miracles,I don't know to what end.
may almighty watch her from above
as she spreads her muse and love.
by Joshua Aguire |
girlfriend-boyfriend, introspection, life, love,
Why stay in Oz, girl
Wishing for changes?
Turning your mirrors to books
So you can rewrite the pages
You’ve got a beautiful heart and mind, girl
Why look at the flaws?
I can’t even see the tin
Or the rust or the straw
I think your worst side is your best side, girl
Don’t throw all those little things away
I don’t want your 'out of date' style
Or your blemishes to change
So open your eyes, girl
And look in the mirror
You’re perfect to me
Couldn’t get any better
by Linda Alice Fowler |
cute love, emotions, girl, innocence, kiss, sweet, sweet love,
She sat by the fence,
the lamb struggling to reach her
for shared soft kisses.
A seven-year-old shy girl;
two souls in innocent love.
by Louise Reilly |
Just a girl, just a guy.
With our love we managed to fly.
Just a kiss, just love,
A helping hand from above.
Just an arguement, just a fight.
So much for making it right.
Just two people, just a busy street.
But then our eyes meet.
Just our love, just a spark.
A flame burning in the dark.
Just a girl, just a guy.
Pick up the pieces and have another try.
by randy johnson |
angst, loss, love, woman, me,
(This is a fictional poem)
When I kissed another girl, word got back to you.
You slapped my face and told me that we're through.
Most kisses taste pretty sweet but that kiss was tart.
Now I'm all alone nursing a broken heart.
Kissing that girl was foolish and it was a mistake.
But I'll make it up to you no matter how long it takes.
I can't go on if our love is at an end.
If you'll take me back, I'll never look at another woman again.
You're the only woman who I want to be with.
So I'm on my knees begging you to forgive.
by Caren Krutsinger |
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade,
Orange is my utmost best color, my best friend, my girl.
She laughs from the rooftop, and she makes me mouth curl.
She glitters and she shines, her happy feelings for me.
Today I may take out my paints and paint an orange tree.
Most of my women cartoon paintings are ginger heads.
They come into my mind before I get out of bed.
I look around the bedroom and I laugh and I sing.
My many red-haired paintings, it makes my mind truly zing.
I have a paisley orange shirt and an orange evening gown.
Some people want my autograph, and mob me in town.
I do not dare wear either of them on my shiniest day.
I would be so manic, the mental police would cart me away.
by Robert L. Hinshaw |
POTD 9 Sep 2020
by Veronica Joseph |
beautiful, beautiful, life,
a small old woman
sat in the field
in the most sturdy chair
and she said over and over to her son's wife
"in all my life i never saw that before"
again and again
the colors exploded
into stars and galaxies of different sparks
and her tiny face turned up in wonder
"i've never seen anything so beautiful before"
and there you could see
her face as a girl
her life to come
her love ahead
and all the beautiful things she'd never seen before
I could see again
the same in her granddaughter's eyes.
by Andrea Dietrich |
I find her most congenial, and we
have everything in common; it’s a fact!
With all of her opinions I agree.
Our shelves with books and nic-nacs all are stacked.
To exercise at Vasa gym she goes.
I also love that place, and all the time
she’s my companion at the movie shows!
We love to write and love to make a rhyme,
and we are also glad to be a girl
and wear cute clothes and use accessories.
When on the dance floor, how we love to twirl!
My closest friend is such a cinch to please.
If you’ve met “me,” you’ve met my friend. No lie.
She also calls herself “myself” and “I.”
Dec. 13, 2019 for Regina Riddle's Best Friend Sonnet Contest
by Anon Y'Mous |
i love you,
Pinocchio found a girl
She put his heart in a whirl
He met her near a wishing well
His love of her he must tell
The trouble was she wasn't real
He could relate to her ordeal
She was carved, as was he
He blurted "Wood you marry me?"
But deaf and mute, blind as a bat
She answered not, and that was that