by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
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.
pretty dragonfly
spreading love to the flowers
expecting nothing
by Frederic Parker |
Categories:
love,
If, my darling we dance again with memories
of smokey eyes from the scent of love that lingers
in thoughts of yesterday when dreams were found
in passionate moments unrestrained from the world
lost in wrapped limbs of illusion that watered
our flower's bloom in the meadow of our soul
where wings were found to carry us to shaded realms
of wondrous passions that coloured the rainbow
crossing the landscape of our hearts in glorious beauty
to meet a lover
yesterday was a stranger
we will meet again
7/28/18
contest For your poetry journal
sponsor...Dear Heart A.K.A. Broken Wings
by Sara Etgen-Baker |
Categories:
dream, night, sleep,
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When the stars come out to play and the evening takes on that aroma of the night, my bed awaits. I love the softness, the silence, the sense of rest and peace. My thoughts slow like a beautiful carousel, each dancing as ribbons from a kite string that reaches for the sky, embracing lofty heights and inviting in dreams wearing festival costumes formed from the music of my soul.
silent night whispers,
dreams dance in my mind’s canvas
morning light erases
by Rick Parise |
Categories:
age, beauty, flower, nature, poetry, tree, water,
Here stood a tree, I remember it well...upon the top of look-out hill,
it swayed and danced of dreams untold and traced the sky of love behold,
a place where youthful days begone, though still alive a drifting song...
When, I am old and the hour of death is close at hand, I shall count the falling grains of sand and traipse in dance a book of dreams to lie along the winding stream. I shall confess each sin upon the sky and drown the guilt of days gone by.....
held in his aged hands
lie folded with silken lines
one thousand poems
by Frances Schiavina |
Categories:
love,
Flash floods forecast hurrying steps and wheels ahead of foreboding clouds pregnant as eyelids welling with tears of baptismal rain to cleanse earth's skirt of its mire of blood and dust of blinding confusion with thunder of reproaches and flash of lightning clarity. I had been standing, gaze switching from red eye turning yellow to the traffic slowly rolling in one lane, in the next
a car came speeding forward unaware of the pedestrian, head down, hurrying into its path. In an instant making eternity: Rainbow splendor!
slow car swerving right
blocks car missing collision
saving the man's life
by Eve Roper |
Categories:
lost, love,
I've grown old with grace, but a memory of walking side by side holding each other's hand nourishing closeness and intimacy sparks.
His grandfather clock chimes its time, breaking the silence of my nourishing blissful memories, teasing my mournful mind.
memories echo
brings back you wrapped in my arms
never felt so lost
6/27/2020
A Memory Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
by John Sensele |
Categories:
poems,
Love rang my heart where I rebuffed her advances, hoping to heighten the longing love felt despite my fickle indifference, complacency and obstination. Love walked away and stoutly locked her door hermetically. I rue my puerile procrastination...
Love slips into longing
hearts quiet, unheard, unseen
until it vanishes.
by Janis Thompson |
Categories:
lost love,
I write to vent.... my reason, the pain of an unrequited heart. I must be cautious that my lamenting doesn't askew the literary balance. The jilted black sister theme is tired but I could write it in a thousand sonnets.
I loved you so much
once I WISHED I was your cat
now what is your name?
6/22/2020
by Evelyn Judy Buehler |
Categories:
god, green, heaven, jesus, life, love, time,
In the late midnight hour, when death comes to call,
and we are at a loss as to how we could resist, we
therefore must answer its summons, leaving this world
and all our loves. We then shift from earth's time, to
God's time, which is infallibly accurate.
holy pallbearer
keeper of dreams my sweet Lord
final ecstasy
by Jerry Brotherton |
Categories:
poetry,
Driving down those dark and dusty country roads. The rocks and rubber are singing in harmony as rows of brown corn flash and disappear. You turn on the radio and we let its melodies form images in our brains. We’re ready to ‘Drift Away on that Midnight Train to Georgia’. ‘You’re Killing Me Softly’ with your closeness. I whisper ‘Give Me a Little Love’ and you sing ‘Dream On’. Later, lying on the hood of the car, the warmth from the engine against our backs we stare at the stars in the sky as they dance to the rhythm of ‘Diamond Girl’. Then the radio croons ‘Let’s Get it on’.
Passion fills night skies
music boils two lover’s blood
We can’t stop the night
by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories:
allegory, friendship, rainbow, sunshine,
Some people put on a show; they out and out lie. You know real friends will tell you the truth, nicely. Like rainbows in the sky, friends are a welcome sight; like rainbows, friends mix sunshine with the rain.
rhinestones
glossy, sparkly
pretending, daring, charming
sequins, showoffs; friends, jewels
supporting, cautioning, inviting
solid, honest
diamonds
written as a diabun (as a haibun is to haiku, so a diabun is to diamante)
March 13, 2017
Contest: Frank Herrera's - An Expression of Love
by Dustin Branum |
Categories:
age, arabic, betrayal, break up, change, confidence, dedication, deep, depression, desire, destiny, devotion, emotions, encouraging, feelings, friendship love, inspirational, inspirational love, integrity, mother daughter, moving on, perspective, relationship,
Seems like the older I get
The younger I grow
Finding it hard to keep
My ducks in a row
Yes i see the fork in the road
Don't ask me
I know not which way to go
I'm just as lost as you
In case you didn't know
Your demeanor is weak
And starting to show
Peace of mind I seek
You just go with the flow
The knowledge I hide
You'll never know
No fault of mine
You respectively declined
Our Love and respect
Diminishes with time
You're starting to neglect
My intellectual divine
I'm starting to think
You're leaving me behind
For reasons unknown
Nothing but love
Have I've shown
Acceptance is dire
And i let it be known
My only desire
Was you
Along
by David Mohn |
Categories:
metaphor, money,
What of the love when green is gone?
When autumn’s chill brings rainbow hues.
So delicate the weathered stems,that break with just the slightest breeze.
Beware the towering evergreens with mulch about their roots.
fragile autumn leaves
fall upon a waveless pond…
refugees in boats
by Thomas Martin |
Categories:
brother, music,
My brother, Kim, had great hands for playing the piano. With one hand he had a spread of more than octave. Almost every afternoon, I overheard him practice easy tunes at first, like ‘Carry me Back to Old Virginia’ or a simplified version of Beethoven's ‘Ode to Joy.’
As he progressed to more complicated pieces, I slowly became aware that although technically outstanding, he had no true feel for the music! He just practiced out of duty to our mother rather any real love.
sunlit window
scales when he wanted
to be playing baseball
Published - Cattails - Winter - 2016
by Shanity Rain |
Categories:
kiss, magic, october, rain,
the scent of rain and leaves
the trees colors vibrant
orange red yellow greens swirled in mist of gold
the pumpkins and corn the Earth has fed us harvested
to follow a unknown path with a chill in the air
riding on a hayride by night bon fire light
sipping a spicy apple cider , a full October moons magical smile
only with your first young love embraced and warmed
as the air is touched with a cold cinnamon apples breath
stirs your senses and brings out the desire of a long held kiss
"Autumns Breath "
by Thomas Martin |
Categories:
silence,
It's the silence I have learned to love. Sunrise on a nesting gull or a marsh wren's call to its mate, the moment the tides shift from ebb to flow.
To the consternation of my doctor and relatives, as I grow older I hear and see so much better . . .
light on the river
alone with birches and willows
and my breath song
Published - Cattails - Winter, 2016
by John Lawless |
Categories:
innocence,
An Innocent Lie
Let he who is without stones cast the first sin. Is innocence, like beauty, in the eye of the beholder? Do we tarnish those we see with our own guilt, corrupt what we hear with our interpretations, defile the essence of the moment with the shadows of the past? Is our love of the “innocent” a misplaced desire to recapture our morality, our decency, a striving for the gullibility of the guileless, a desire to be purged, cleansed, made innocent.
prisoners of fate
frozen in their innocence
virginity’s lie
John G. Lawless
8/17/2015
by Rick Parise |
Categories:
family, farm, grandfather, love, memory, nature,
In breaths of morning dawn the generations before would drift through my mind. A legacy of gold and silver in depths of the dawning rise and in a picture book of vivid yesteryears I would climb. From the feathered pillow to the creaking oak floor, across the hall to the kitchen where the steamy coffee I would pour. Drowning in my coffee gaze a sweet reflection of Grandpa's face, deep beneath the creamy clouds with one raised brow, hair silver brown.
through the aged window
upon the swaying wheat field
a songbird climbs
by Thomas Martin |
Categories:
allegory, child, fantasy, love, science,
Zena hailed from the Zeta Reticula star system and she
was bored with the military’s handling of her. Day after day of
interrogations and discussions for weapons or space travel.
barbed wire
she yawned wondering if it was
to keep her in or them
by Miriam Calleja |
Categories:
adventure, animal, beautiful, emotions, french, light, pets,
She always led me down that alleyway holding my left hand with both of hers, like a child, excitedly. It was awkward of course, and I did all I could not to trip in her feet. But she made small, quick steps, avoiding the overgrown weeds with learned skill. My heartbeat quickened as we reached the low gate, when suddenly sunshine would wash over us. It felt distinctly wild and Mediterranean, looking in where we shouldn’t, where old ‘mad’ Mr Winthorpe had set up his little animal grave. It was beautiful.
Weeds and stones and love
Planted with you all the above
Your memories live
by Paula Goldsmith |
Categories:
blue, child, love, sweet, uplifting,
Young children look at life differently than when they become adults.
Their love and sweetness shows through their eyes.
Why can't we keep this childlike view all through our lives.
The world would be a better place.
Blue eyes open wide
Starry look amazes me
Love for all to see
Date Written:6/4/2022
by Eve Roper |
Categories:
memory, mother,
Mementos Gathering Dust
Small pottery animals and a bowl, a glass etching of a unicorn in a leaded frame and silver chain, drawings of cartoons. Mementos of my sons sit on shelves or hang on my walls gathering dust.
Now my grandchildren’s drawings and love letters hang on the refrigerator or my walls.
Drawings, love letters, letters from my sons when they were at war and so many more little mementos in a box gathering dust, treasures that were given from the heart.
Reminiscence on
bits and pieces life keeping
mundane treasures- trove
2/27/2015
Contest Name: GATHERING DUST
Sponsor: John lawless
by Kurt Ravidas |
Categories:
love,
If I were Hansel, you would be my Gretel. If I were Jaime, you would be my Cersei. If I were your brother, you would be my beloved sister. “You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace. How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much more pleasing is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume more than any spice!”* Alas, you never liked the fantasies of ancient incestuous hymns, preferring the realism of contemporary haiku:
okay, a quickie
but then we go see my mom
and dad anyway
*The Song of the Songs, 4 (9.10)
by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories:
holiday, husband, love, war, wife,
haibun
her heart's overwhelmed
as her Valentine returns
from Afghanistan
In cahoots with the local mailman, Airman Louis Patrillos hides out-of-sight as the postman returns the special valentine his wife had sent him. Then quickly Lou appears, announcing, "Honey, I'm Home!" just as she bursts into tears.
by Thomas Martin |
Categories:
baseball, brother, music,
My brother, Kim, had great hands for playing the piano. With one hand he had a spread of more than octave
Almost every afternoon, I overheard him practice easy tunes at first--tunes like "Carry me Back to Old Virginia" or a simplified version of Beethoven's "Ode to Joy."
As he progressed to more complicated pieces, I slowly became aware that though technically outstanding, he had no true feel for the music! He just practiced out of duty to our mother rather any real love of music!
scales
when he wanted to be out
playing baseball