by Frederic Parker |
Categories:
emotions, lost love,
The hollow eyes of love are never gone
They keep within the waves of trembled tears
From days so poor when love was looked upon
And one where the deepest pain adheres
They give my eyes of love such sad refrain
To think that love would ever be so cruel
And find it was illusion self-contain
When love so grand became so minuscule
To hold love once in dreamer's mind I've flown
And found the point of rest its final breath
To know I will forever be alone
Cry now as then for its eternal death
I found a love to hold and saw it die
Inside depth of darkest pain, I ask why
7/29/17
by Line Gauthier |
Categories:
grief, loneliness, longing, lost love, solitude,
I walk and walk
and in my mind
I walk toward
something someone you
I walk and walk
in a motion I wish was soothing
somehow it’s nowhere that I walk
never getting closer
I wonder how it is I’m walking
riding life’s evermoving sidewalk
going against the tide against the grain
never getting closer
static not getting anywhere
and not getting further
I’m left alone with my illusion
of somehow getting closer
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on May 31, 2022 for contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 5TH
Originally posted on May 30, 2022
by Joe Dimino |
Categories:
faith, happiness, inspirational, love, meaningful, perspective, wisdom,
Spiritual law of attraction: one can only receive by giving. One has to become love, if to know love for reception. What we hold in our consciousness is who we are and what we attract. Walls are all we think we know...better to live from a clean slate. Letting go opens our hands (hearts) for spiritual grasping. We are born dying obviously. It is not for death but our only way to life. It is illusion, the doorway not empty, not a space to pass through, but, in fact, a dimension of less encumbered being~ one dies to live dies to live...there is never lives to die. No darkness in creation...if anything, there is only self keeping out the light.
by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
emotions, feelings, hope, hurt, imagery, love hurts,
Love feels like an illusion;
a mix of lies and the truth.
For it's non-responsive to
the expectations of youth.
Facing doubt and frustration;
bravado falters, then slips.
And yet, in your fantasies,
passion congers eager lips.
Hope courts imagination;
summoning a dreamy smile.
And you find your private place,
where you haven't been for a while.
You're searching for a soulmate
who’ll embrace your existence.
So, you continue to look;
with undying persistence.
You fall in and out of love
with the ghosts of yesterday.
And yet, feigning happiness;
say everything's okay.
by Paloma P |
Categories:
desire, dream, love, moon, romantic, sea, sun,
I knew you long before
pursuit's intention shone,
felt you in sun's fiery warmth
& shooting star surrender,
heard your voice on soft
burbled whispers of sweet zephyrs
and nectar'd songs of hummingbirds,
saw your depths of magnificence
in sapphire ocean tides
cresting 'neath effulgent moons
savoring breaths of crystalline
snowflakes on crisp sea air,
I knew strength in your convictions
for it braved every fantasy's illusion
acquiesced 'tween dulcet desires,
whilst the strong presence of your charms
envelop'd every night's dreaming
by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories:
age, blessing, longing, love, marriage, night,
We were vibrant once
but it seems the sun has taken it's toll
Slowly wrinkles and cracks have appeared
Our once glowing skin has perceptibly faded
I am now a fan of the moon
It allows us to maintain the illusion of youth
I prefer it's more subtle glow
as it washes over our bodies
Passion is our elixir
For our spirits have not faded
Our desire is the fountain of youth
You my forever bride
make this man thankful
for each and every time
you leave me breathless
by John Patrick Robbins Aka Gonzo |
Categories:
angst, introspection, lost love, love, philosophy, sadtime,
Every time we fall we lose a bit of are selfs.
Untill hollow becomes the heart.
bare as a vacant stores shelves.
The dreamer finds solice in every new face.
That new love's illusion.
Cold is the afterglow when we reflect apon that
once passionet embrace.
Can the bitter heart find a reason to try?
Skipping stones alone across dark water.
We keep setting are selves up without
a single question as to why.
A room smoke filled yet every thing shows
clear.
Sometimes we play the cards.
And hold the best one aside in fear.
As vast as the ocean from its shores
the the innocent crawl.
Trying to capture only a glimmer of that true passion.
Every time we fall.
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
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by Jim Slaughter |
Categories:
first love, nostalgia,
There's never been a time I didn't love you.
No time at all, and foolish as it seems,
No day goes by when I'm not thinking of you,
No night when you don't occupy my dreams.
Too young, I fell in love with love's illusion;
Naïve to think that such a dream could last.
I know I should dismiss my heart's confusion,
Move on with life, stop living in the past.
They say the first love is the best remembered,
Time heals all wounds, and broken hearts will mend.
Perhaps there'll come a time when I don't love you,
Perhaps that's when eternity will end.
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
music, sensual,
The tuscan sun dips over the horizon
a river of red flows through the hills
gentle the sounds of love come alive
claiming another montalcino night
Echo the strums silhouetting my soul
soft samba beats calling me home
fragile red petals dance through the air
an illusion of light, lifts me away
Vivere attraverso la musica floating
tender touch serenades to the moon
attraction filters a sensual perception
and hearts twirl as every note's inhaled
by Linda Alice Fowler |
Categories:
confusion, heart, magic, sad love,
It’s just an illusion
that softly stirs sadness within my broken heart’s
confusion.
I have been tricked.
I'm seduced by the Queen of Tarts -
and pricked.
Voodoo
casts magic darts -
you.
It’s just an illusion,
I'm seduced by the Queen of Tarts -
you.
by Frederic Parker |
Categories:
lost love, nostalgia,
"The pain is deep when the heart is spent"...Poet
Your face floats through my mind
in vaporous wistful dreams of illusion
that drape over my soul
in an invisible cloak of yearning
the footprints you left on the soft ground
as you vanished in the shadows
when the rain poured
the last cold kiss devoid of feeling
frozen by the heart's emotional collapse
these are visions of melancholy
that dance with me
on a floor of vacuous emptiness I found
where nostalgia is a hard shattered shard of lament
that lay scattered across my mind
in sobs of burning torment
that form a wistful smile to cover my forlorn face
whenever you appear so present
by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories:
deep, life,
Defence was
built up over
many years and
impermeable
Nobody knew
about the secrets
Your life painting
in beautiful colors
so that it is
nice to admire
by others
Fragile as
butterfly's wings
but no illusion
Love restricted
From subject to object
in just a moment
To meet the knife edge of the gaze
When we look at each other
The truth
Bury your demons
Make meaningful choices
The values of life must be harvested
20.04.2014
A-L Andresen :)
by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories:
beauty, love hurts,
With your cruelty
You turned my heart to stone
Then with skillful hands
You crafted it with your chisel
Chipping away small pieces
Sculpting life like wings
Providing the illusion of magnificence
How the world marveled at your masterpiece
Envied my perceived trancendence
Yet sadly my heart would never be able to fly!
by Daniel Turner |
Categories:
father daughter, i love you,
Bright stars shine in night skies
Like bangles, baubles and beads
Puts a twinkle in every girl's eyes
Like a gift of fine jewelry
A pair of sun stone earrings
Presented to the daughter I love
Some expensive fatherly bling
The price for her, one hug
Red copper reflecting inclusions
Dark middles fade to light edges
An adventurine feldspar illusion
Perfect for eternal love pledges
Turquoise blue or teal green schiller
Either one is an eye to heart thriller
October 21 2016
ladies ring size 7 1/2 color: teal green
by Aiyah Torres |
Categories:
encouraging, freedom, poems,
My hands are shaking,
pen is eager to soar.
Today I'll let my mind
speaks my soul.
I'm a human being...
freedom I have owned.
Piercing lines drown in my head.
Blood of nativity flows in my veins.
Nobody would love to shrink,
When I slash the tip of my ink.
Who would've told me,
I must own a bachelor degree.
In line of procreation,
does it need license to illusion?
Your words may not be mine,
but these hearts can beat as one.
Paint this world with freedom.
Don't be afraid, speak your mind,
Write every pieces with your heart.
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
life, love,
Love lifted me into the clouds so high
I could not see the world beneath my feet.
We sailed away into a sunset sky.
I felt so sure my life was then complete!
We soared through galaxies, collecting dust
from shining stars that made our faces glow.
Life felt so sweet; the earth beneath us must
have been illusion. . . . but what did I know?
Reality, I learned, was not above
those fluffs of clouds, for passion dies so soon,
you’re pulled down to the ground. And what of love?
It’s just a glimmer up there on the moon.
Yet mortals can’t stop wishing for that flight
above the clouds into the star-filled night.
July 25, 2016
by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories:
appreciation, dedication, i love you, inspirational, love, passion, sky,
An ethereal warmth, I once attain
A grasp of peace to grace the rain
With every drop, a fervent bliss,
A smile, a godsend from your lips
I shall meet you there,
In the poet's dream
In an evergreen forest
By a laughing stream
Remembering every life we lived,
Admitting every grief we grieved
Each vision beaming, melting true,
To the weeping sky, bursting blue
I will not hold you to just a thought
To a frivolous muse illusion begot
I will hold you in my love, real as can be
I will wake to you, the sun, rested and free
-To Jack Ellison, my much needed sunshine
Thank you for inspiring me!
by John Aaron Green |
Categories:
hope
It seems so late,
on your answer we wait.
Time is just an illusion,
we search for our conclusion.
As hours turn to ashes,
in love, we see the flashes.
The final hour is here,
fortold by the seer.
In that hour we live,
the eleventh hour to give.
Only heirs know that hour,
for in him we have power.
In victory we proclaim,
the glory of his name.
by johnaarongreen
copyright 2008
by Nigel Fawcett |
Categories:
introspection, love, on writing and words
In the dark light of this winter morn, I see
The clothes that I am expected to wear
(Though, maybe, the fault of illusion lies with me)
From overuse, have become threadbare
Nothing there…
In a cloak of blue, I steal through these lanes
Measuring myself, roughly, for something new
A suit of humour, to cover my pain
A coat of hope, to stop the doubt shining through
Do not fit true…
This protective subterfuge cannot last long
So, with the aura of my old hide, around me spread
(Without my own skin I feel so wrong)
In this cloth that is woven from transparent thread
Words, unaltered, from my head…must soon be said…
by Eve Roper |
Categories:
longing, love,
His interest awakens,
as he laid eyes on a young maiden
sitting there alone.
How lovely she is, graceful
and beautiful.
Her auburn hair done up in a thick braid,
crowning her head with small stray
tendrils, curling about her fair heart shape ethereal face,
above a long neck, and delicate shoulders it graced.
For a brief moment, his gaze
locked with her hazel gold eyes, amazed
and in thoughts of sweet illusion of having her near.
Wanting to kiss her long and sweetly, whisper
you are mine forever in her ear.
8/3/2017
by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
emotions, feelings, hurt, love, sad,
Life is a poorly penned poem,
punctuated by emotions.
And lacking in substance and weight,
fate feels abstract and mystical.
Influencing both heart and soul,
love touts its own philosophy.
And postulates its existence
as the pinnacle of feelings.
Sometimes life's scary or painful,
while at others, it's filled with joy.
Yet, there are similarities
fueling its overall theme.
Hope's the predominant rhythm,
encouraging feats of magic.
And reveals the reality,
hiding in thoughts of fantasy.
Curiosity turns life's page,
always leaving you wanting more.
And trust fades to an illusion,
conjured to appease scripted tears.
by Texas Cowboy |
Categories:
evil, god, love, paradise, spiritual, truth,
Evil creeps upon the face of the earth
Like lengthening shadows in a hot sun
All that it touches loses its true worth
Chaos and delusion, have now begun
The ultimate illusion has caught man
There is no stopping it until the end
Driven by greed instead of one’s need
It will seem like we’ve lost, then Truth will win
You’re probably asking what we can do
The light of God’s Love will show us the way
In Him alone is the victory sure
He’ll soon return, what a glorious day
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
art, tribute,
beauty acclaimed
symbols
of love locked out
palettes in
meretricious effect
dedicated
to
the sensual
with intense
ethereal brilliance
singleness of heart
rejoicing
in the truth
of
beauty &symmetry
in
illusion
of
a gilded tapestry
bold&novel
image of woman
a creative
anima
celebration
art
for
arts sake
in epic
themes
by Rixa White |
Categories:
confusion, depression, faith, hope, imagination, inspirational, life, love, music, mystery, visionary,
Look at me
I am the life in a wasteland
Look at me
I am the slavery through the ages
Look at me
I am the mirror of the world
Look at me
I am the illusion I’ve fought for
Look at me
I’m still loving you
and I keep being here
for you, for me,
and for what’s worth breathing