america, for her, for him, friend, friendship, growth, how i feel, international, journey, love, racism, school, social, together, truth, uplifting,
by Honestly J.T. |
Love is not a color,
No hue, neither a race.
All of our blood is the same,
That runs deep within our veins.
If we could lift up each other,
And know that we all care.
If we help our sisters and brothers,
There's a bond that we'll share.
©2013 Honestly JT
by Ken Carroll |
beautiful, devotion, growth, love, romantic,
The night it is barren
from inland to the sea
but I am the one who loves you
you are not alone.
Tonight the sky is empty
stars fall in the sea
I am the light to guide you
do not wish to be alone.
If the world becomes deserted
all eyes you see are sad
I will smile for you
you will never be alone.
Sleeping I dreamed you
awake I keep dreaming
I dream because you love me
and I am not alone.
It is sometimes madness
a longing absentee
call it love
and we are not alone...
by Winged Warrior |
growth, inspirational love, longing,
The Nectars of Love
Let your love fall, that I may wallow
Let your tears drip of inner essence
Entranced by the nectar I swallow
As I engulf and taste your presence
Let your beating heart keep company
The emptiness that entraps my being
I’m a string vibrating in your symphony
Forever echoing festal forever freeing
Intoxicated by your juices made wine
For the gods pour down their nectar
Indulging in grapes of the orchid vine
Seducing our souls a haunting specter
The nectars of your love are ingested
And the fluids of my heart arrested.
OK TOSS ANOTHER ONE IN
Sponsored by: John lawless
by Mike Gentile |
angst, growth, hope, how i feel, life, memory,
When the only door that opens
is one leading to the past
I pack my bags and grab the wine
and find my way at last
I sojourn deep into the woods
of life’s long memories
and picnic on the leaves of love
for heart song melodies
And then with each familiar chord
and with each sip of wine
I start to find myself again
remembering what’s mine
A blessed life of ups and downs
with courage to be found
in knowing that I’ll find my way
when I come back around
by Connie Marcum Wong |
family, humanity, life, metaphor,
The tree of life grows limbs above,
Its strength began in roots of love...
Each limb's branches may grow apart
Yet venture not far from its heart.
Concentric circles share great worth
In trials it has endured since birth,
Having weathered many a storm
Defined by bent or twisted form.
Still beauty reigns throughout the years
In steadfast growth with hopes and fears,
As earthlife seasons come and go
A will to carry on and know,
Though treasured limbs may break and die,
Newest growth reaches for the sky.
Seedlings will spread, divine and free...
In honor of the mother tree.
© Connie Marcum Wong
by Lu Loo |
angst, confidence, conflict, love hurts, sad,
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negrom
missing link unknown
her death my pity hindrance
lessening of growth
before successful progress
defeated bloodline mourning
extinct from her loss
thirsty for closure
beyond my intelligence
woe relapsed from strength
prayers heal my heart
yesterday’s setbacks bring hope
struggle gains freedom
~1st Place Winner~
Date Written: July 6, 2016
by Kennedy Lea |
care, celebration, child, courage, emotions, feelings, first love, for her, for him, girl, girlfriend, growth, high school, how i feel, i love you, kiss, love,
Our elbows collided,
'cause my desk is wrong-sided.
Made for a lefty,
When I write
with my right.
by Kim Merryman |
On the wing in the dawning light,
Spring's new growth comes into sight.
Flowers, berries, nuts and seeds,
a smorgasbord to meet my needs.
I am a robin in grey-brown attire,
with my orange-red vest adding some fire.
A harbinger of Spring am I,
give ear to my joyous cry:
Wonderful, marvelous, glorious Spring!
Oh look! A fat juicy worm.
Don't you just love how he wiggles and squirms?
Gulp...down the hatch! Wow! What a treat!
Now to my roost I must retreat.
My mate and I must build a nest,
a comfy home where our young can rest.
Robin means new growth
For Andrea's "Picture yourself as a bird" contest.
by Faye Gibson |
Against a browning hill
oak trees' bleeding limbs are stretched;
some drops release to softly fall
some cling to dry encrusted scars.
A few short months and we will walk
beneath the springing trees
marking their swords of thinnest green
stabbing at the stars.
And so, life seasons make their rounds
in nature and in men
the flower wilts, the rose is pruned,
the leaves must fall again.
Everything of lasting worth
contains a seed of loss;
on young love's throbbing circlet
hangs a bitter cross.
We will walk life's lanes together,
cherishing this pain we share
for spring will come tomorrow
and bloom on our despair.
Copyright, November 11, 2014
by Juliet Ligon |
beauty, garden, heart, kiss, love, romantic, rose,
Frolic into these open arms that need you.
Melt into my lips, and let them feed you.
Let the breath of love's kiss
and my eager feet lead you
into my heart's majestic garden.
Bloom freely, my beauty. I'll never weed you.
There is one trophy in this growth,
and it is, indeed, you.
Should my rare rose be cut,
my garden will truly bleed you.
For Debbie Guzzi's "Take The Leap" contest
by Laura Breidenthal |
beauty, blessing, growing up, growth, life, love, peace,
Delving in the dreamy depths, I look up
Endearing all who behold my expressive eyes.
Crawling into the dark to see contrast of light,
Embers glow immaculately in my stupor.
Married to the tenderness and comfort of family,
Brave I am to stand in the wilderness of the unknown.
Even in content I confess,
Remembering the cold is what helps me cherish the warmth within.
December 13th, 1993
written: August 10, 2015
For the contest, "Birth Month Acrostics"
Sponsored by: Charlotte Jade Puddifoot
by Joseph Spence Sr |
faith, health, inspirational, introspection, love, nature, peace,
New growth of life blooms
Nurtured by water and light
Look within for peace
by CayCay Jennings |
faith, god, prayer, spiritual,
“The wound is the place where the light enters you.” … Rumi
God’s consistent plan as tapestried for man's time
and blessing-stiched with knowledge threads divine,
decrees that His cherished children faithfully heed
the spiritual growth pains may gain when hearts bleed.
Since the first sad tears from first eyes shed thundered rain,
God has universally issued and used pain
so His children would each yearn to call out His name.
Without dark as hurt fraught, none would seek His light.
Wounds serve to swerve all towards knowledge beyond ourselves
for answers His love-light shines brighter than all else.
December 1, 2015
by Laura Breidenthal |
dedication, deep, devotion, growth, heart, heartbreak, sad love,
I wish, for a moment—I could vanish,
like a dream dreamt not to last,
so that ones that dream of me
would falter and wonder
where has she gone?
I wish, that I was a hummingbird
buzzing in and out of sight,
that only observant eyes
and special hearts
can fly with
I wish I was the color
of your favorite thought,
waning and growing
with swelling light
bent on a candid smile
How I wish—and ever more,
that I could be just as I am
and take that little bit of sand
of what we seem to be,
and turn it into something vast—
something true, and welcome
by Jimmy Anderson |
love, passion, me, love, me, universe,
Queen of my castle,
Your wish is my command.
Nothing is a hassle..
For I’ll do as you demand!
Queen of my universe,
Tell me what you desire.
If worshipping you is my curse,
Let me roll in your fire
Queen of my day and night,
Have your way and hold me tight!
Queen of my eternity,
My heart does confess;
That my only activity,
Is loving you with all that I possess!
Queen of my earth,
Rain on me and watch my growth
My love since before my birth,
Adoring you is my solemn oath!
Queen of my life,
I’ll love you after my last breath…
The one who will be my wife
My queen even after death!
by Silent One |
I have no words to use that can define,
this task so tough to find my lover's name.
In hope, I wait for my soul to refine,
before my heart becomes old with this game.
This language they call love has no restraint,
yet, still I search for tongue which echoes mine.
Perhaps there is no one who can acquaint,
and yet, I yearn that love becomes my shrine.
Upon this path, one can feel all alone,
when walking with no one to hold your hand.
Enraged with fate one may start to bemoan,
despite all your attempts, unloved you stand.
True love, like leaves in Spring, transcend in life;
be patient heart, for growth is always rife.
Written 28 May 2016
by Charlie Smith |
grave, memory, remember,
With pride to boast when gnarled in vines
that seek to take as nature's own
this citadel of time will be defined
more than just letters carved in stone
Though time and tangled growth obscures
truest course of meaning now laid to rest
honor held most sacred from love endures
upon this face were such intentions prest
Proudly this guardian of life's measure stands
a post to which nothing else would ever claim
that beckons pride with hushed commands
mysteries held to know beyond just a name
Overgrown With Vines Contest
Sponsored BY Broken Wings
by cassondra white |
childhood, growth, how i feel, hurt, poems, sad, woman,
love the unlovable,
when its time to let go,do not cry.
loosen you grip, divide the fingers,
and wish them well
for you were the only person who opened your
cold bones to the untrusting thrones
of the unknown.
giving so unselfishly,
while wishing them the best
while on this cold,
not in your control journey
you fed them the best knowelege
know watch them walk away
no thank you's,no hugs,
love the unlovable
by millard lowe |
analogy, beauty, blessing, celebration, growth, love, marriage,
(And We’re Still Together, Babe)
Growing old together,
Is to refine
As we ride
The waves of passing time.
Nor defeated graves
The victory over
The sacred love that is
The essence of us:
Of our story.
Came and left
And now we’re all alone:
And the dogs.
Now in their own home!
by Michael Bell |
beautiful, crazy, devotion, growth, love,
Just like a river with endless flow,
my love for you forever glow,
you have the sparkle in your eye,
that gives me the answer as to why,
Like a pendulum swing to and fro,
my heart is pounding blow by blow,
for as the rhythm stays in motion,
empowers the spirit of devotion
The growth of love is exponential,
cannot explain this rare potential,
You’ve engraved within my soul,
Footprints of love that’s cast in stone.
Fusion of thoughts are moulded in one
Trusting I will never walk alone
by Akilah Babb |
anti bullying, appreciation, encouraging, evil, faith, growth, jesus,
BY FAITH I WAS BORN
BY FAITH IM NOT ALONE
BY FAITH MY SOUL
IS NOT IN HELL
CAN'T YOU TELL ENEMIES
THRE DRIPPING BLOOD
OF JESUS CONTINUES
TO KEEP ME SAFE
WHILE YOU'RE STILL TRYIN
TO TREAT ME LIKE A SLAVE
HERE IN NYC
MY FAITH CONTINUES TO
MOVE THE'YOU CAN'T"
LOVE CONTINUES COVER ME
IN EVERY VALLEY
TUGH THAT LINE IS
FOR EVERYONE WHO
BECAUSE YOU HATE
MY FAITH IN CHRIST
YOU SEEM TO KEEP
THAT JUST ISN'T RIGHT
BUT BY FAITH I'M
ON THE WINNING SIDE
BY FAITH I WILL NEVER
LET YOU ENEMIES
REMOVE MY GODLY PRIDE
by Kevin Shaw |
green, growth, love, meaningful, nature, old, summer,
Standing in this field two hundred years,
Witnessed your lives, your loves and tears.
Growing taller with every day,
I see over hills, so far away.
Through Winter storms and Summer sun,
I never hide and I never run.
For I am Oak, proud and strong,
In England’s pasture, where I belong.
by Lewis Raynes |
art, beauty, growth, peace, strength, symbolism,
Frozen to perfect, stiff, fixed and fast,
Forever replicating exact,
Transparent colours of love and beauty,
Forever being abstract,
She’s a water kingfisher, with a purple song box,
Or ocean wave smashing to shore,
Forever being a shimmering dog,
Or a magnificently powerful horse,
She can be hard and solid, reliably strong,
Unflinching to hurt, rage or pain,
Or she can be a delicate fragile of perilously weak,
Carrying your toast of champagne,
She’s our beautiful glass, our goblet of glaze,
Our sculptured trichromatic quartzite,
She’s everything beautiful wrapped into one,
Illuminating a rainbow of light.
by Pariah Love |
beauty, body, confidence, courage, growth, poetry, pride,
Your precious youthful portrait you polish,
Till thy cheeks dye rose and yellow seems gold.
Seeking praise her truth she shall embellish,
Concealing blemish under manifold
Brushes in prayer for brief perfection:
“Make lush my lashes, allow my eyes allure,
Veil in vanity this unloved complexion,
Feature me anew to comely contour.”
Who fed her the lie that her flaws were foes?
Who whispered she’d die unless she attain
A visage pure as those in heaven’s host,
Wherefore she sees her face and can’t complain.
Pretty pictures indeed a frame deserves;
Artless love, she ought learn, no mask can earn.
by Michael Degenhardt |
death, faith, inspirational, life
Within the womb the miracle lay
Waiting for the appropriate day
To, at chance, enjoy the start,
A life in which to grow in heart
From the day that child was here
Learned to love and pray, no fear
Continued growth in solemn ways
Praying for eternal days
Unto the tomb, the body lay
Soul lives on, to Him we pray
The flesh to ashes as declared
The body’s gone but soul was spared