by Elaine George |
Categories:
hope, love, nature,
I
Will
Kiss you
While you sleep
Lady dressed in white
And melt your cold heart made of ice
Then
You
Will rise
Liquefied
High into the sky
And fall as raindrops from God’s eyes
To
The
Waiting
Buds below
Where now you will grow
With me - in the bloom of a rose
~~~
Author: Elaine Cecelia George
* Note: This poem is a Personification as well as a triple Fibonacci
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by Tim Smith |
Categories:
love,
Lights dimmed in a cool marbled hall
a solitary candle flickers
soft chamber music echoes
and my thoughts turn to You
down on my knees
memories come as love has gone
how many times have I begged
to have a heart to hold
a bond to build
an angel to adore
Again I beg for the courage
the strength to carry on
to lead
to live
to love
unconditionally
A bright ray of sunshine
filters through the stained glass window
illuminating your image
heartaches soothe as I take in your essence
and I know
my heart is meant for You
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
art, beauty, desire, image, love, romantic,
It pleasures me
That she reads me
Inside her serenity
Parked on our bench of antiquities
I, whom gazes over there at her,
Later in the dusk of candlelight
Shall remove her pink dress
Tiss then
I shall see she derives her pleasures
As I read her
by P.M. Richter |
Categories:
image, self, spiritual,
grace will find you
when thoughts fade away
crushed with unbearable grief
"losing your mind"
suffering during a dark night of the soul
the ego crumbles; revealing the light
your soul consciousness
"finding yourself"
directly experiencing the divine sense of oneness
where everything is connected at a deeper level
there is but one consciousness appearing as many
"awakened"
breathless views are available with inner focus
crossing a chasm with one final leap of faith
you become blissful; radiating like the sun
"experiencing enlightenment"
revived with a new perspective
humans are never perfect
but our pure being is
"love"
by Liam Mcdaid |
Categories:
beautiful, blessing, creation, destiny, faith, god, love,
Dancing with the sunbeams deep sea reflections
so beautiful adoring on cloud nine sitting pretty
upon golden sands shifting salt of the ocean turns
Each wave a blessing in disguise
standing regal one moment in time
looking back captivating starlight was born
Mirrors mist over arched jewels colour radiance
fixing thoughts on an image beholding your word
no diamond ever cut comes close to you
by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
10th grade, 11th grade, 9th grade, image, imagery, nature, sun,
Silent as smoke, darkness descends,
as shadows merge and daylight ends.
For summoned by a bullfrog's croak,
darkness descends, silent as smoke.
The Moon pools in ebony skies;
gilded in gold, She starts to rise.
One of the night's brightest jewels,
in ebony skies, the Moon pools.
Blue bleeds red for a dying sun,
a telltale sign the day is done.
Inking crimson clouds overhead,
for a dying sun, blue bleeds red.
Signaling for love, fireflies flash,
as Dusk settles like sooty ash.
Under the stars twinkling above,
fireflies flash, signaling for love.
by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
angst, anxiety, betrayal, emotions, feelings, image, lost love,
Since you left, I've been unable to dream,
thrashing about in tangled sheets all night.
I fold paper planes, odd as that may seem,
preparing the night's fledgling fears for flight.
I believed we'd be together till death,
and yet, you left, and I’m alone and scared.
Without you, I've no reason to draw breath,
what kept me going was thinking you cared.
I scribble down my anger and my pain,
describing just how much love has hurt me.
And fold the page into a paper plane,
hoping the hand of fate will set it free.
And await a breeze to launch my letter;
for once that plane takes flight, I'll sleep better.
by Panagiota Romios |
Categories:
image, love, mother daughter,
A star in the sky, bright as the sun, strong as a Mother’s love.
5/14/2023
A collaboration by: Elena Eagle and Pangie Romios
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
love, me, me,
The image of you
floating o u t s t r e t c h e d on the pond
while bathed in moon glow
flits sometimes across my mind
like a gold-winged butterfly
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by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
10th grade, 9th grade, age, anxiety, feelings, image, old,
Loneliness is a graveyard haunted by old ghosts,
empty memories, and unfulfilled dreams:
where hearts endure
a constant pain.
My tomorrows are fewer than my yesterdays,
it seems I'm fated to spend life alone.
In my youth, I fantasized about love,
and can't convey how it felt to feel unwanted.
I want to love and to be loved,
isn't that what life's all about?
Paper-thin smiles,
shadow sad tears.
by Arturo Michael |
Categories:
creation, inspirational, rainbow,
I am the Earth
The Stars and the Seas
In the Silence of Angels
I'm in the Breeze
I am of Sound
A Musical played by the Wind
A Rainbow over Mountains
The Hope of Flowers in Spring
I am the dream
The dream of my Soul
Whenever lost I remember
I am my home
I am a Man
In the Image of God
A Universe full of Wonders
I‘m made for Love
I am Me
Born to be Free
On the Wings of a Prayer
Fly my heart back to thee
Yet I'm all ALONE.... This the Journey of Me....
by Johnny Sumler |
Categories:
lovelove,
Cupid, why hast thou cursed me with thy bow?
Enchanting my desires and compliments
Unto a woman who seems not to show
The same affections of my hearts contents
Of vibrant colors I pick each a flower
Laying them by her doorsteps where I daze
I dream of her awake at sunlight hour
Kissing her image that my mind displays
Yet I am like the rain above her head
The way she runs away from showered gifts
I never knew inside my heart could shred
Heartbroken by her distant love that drifts
Only if thy arrow and bow had missed
My fate and love for her would not exist
by Pace Ink-U-Script |
Categories:
fantasy, love, tribute,
Like the smallest intake of air; I deserve not. Like a fantasy and dream
of a woman to have, honor, cherish and love till death;
I deserve not. But God has been
so good to me, even through
the sins amongst my
internal image
that I've
committed
several
times over.
Confessions after
confessions after
confessions, and yet, I'm
breathing in an abundance of
air and I've been blessed with a
woman that's greater than any fantasy and dream
of many dreams. Thank you Father for blessing me...(sigh) Thank you.
Pace, G INK-U-SCRIPT
03-27-2013
by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories:
lost love, sad,
?The day my Silver lining vanished away?
I was traumatized,
After walking through the bedroom door.
No movement, or sign,
Not one single breath left behind,
the canvas has been painted black.
Not a single image on the wall,
I took one last gasp----- of nothing,
No hint of musk in the air,
Silently, I stare, to the unknown
The positive aspect, gone,
My unseen benefit is missing,
The absent suitcase,
The only clue!
The burglar took it all,
the garbage stood alone.
This is not my home.
Chaotic, disconcerted
After walking through the bedroom door.
by; PD
by Rick Parise |
Categories:
love, music, seasons,
nobile storm sospirando wind
calling dolce vespers of light
intimo, bound a song begins...
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Poet~ Rick Parise
01-01-2015
poco a poco: little by little
nobile or nobilmente: in a noble fashion
sospirando: sighing
dolce: sweetly
intimo: intimately
by Lu Loo |
Categories:
goodbye, nature,
The stunning scarlet leaf flows with gentle fervor.
Freedom requires a depth of beauty for nature's relinquished desires.
There seems to be a dynamic image brought forth from the soft
breeze that whispers dainty goodbyes. For our love is gone and so
is the memory of the barren branches from our favorite sapling.
I knew not of love before you, only of the heartache that Autumn
bestows.
I needed you like a breath of fresh air;
you lost me in the wind.
-delicate crimson…
Date Written: July 25, 2016
by Jan Allison |
Categories:
body, clothes, for him, image,
A wrestler whose first name is Bill
Wears tights (but he’s over the hill)
He shoves down a sock
To enhance his ****
It sure gives the ladies a thrill!
Now Bill’s a really proud macho guy
And keeps grey hair at bay with black dye
Even though he’s a man
He wears lots of fake tan
And baby oil is in constant supply
For Phyl with love from FC xx
05/06/17
by Kiran Bantawa |
Categories:
autumn, beauty, desire, earth, fantasy, first love, for her, girl, girlfriend, i love you, image, lust, nature, november, october, passion, relationship, romance, teen, teenage,
The sweet songs of birds,
We hand in hand across the
lawn,
Pansies white yellow and violet
Tossing their heads in the
breeze.
Somewhere the sound of falling
leaves.
The sound of squirrel cracking
the walnut.
Calm weather warm sun,
White fluffy clouds forming
different shapes,
A passenger flight in the blue
sky,
Sun born in the horizon and
about to fade in the horizon,
Both our heartbeats echo
inside of chest,
Shutting and opening of our
lips,
Your unkempt hair flying
backwards,
Yellowish west sky.
Heart shaped fig leaf's shadow.
If I could stop this world from
spinning,
I would do so,
Just to be with you
In this autumn evening.
by Cona Adams |
Categories:
faith, god, universe,
God of the universe, God of love,
yearns in sorrow.
Man, created in his own image,
spurns his love,
pushes aside his words.
Even the knell,
conveyed in aquatic tongue,
rests on closed ears.
His ultimate roar becomes a whisper
in the hearts of men: Sin and death
have now been crushed.
He who believes,
may yet be redeemed.
© cfa 11/27/2013
by Karl Marszalowicz |
Categories:
sad, parents, child, parents,
"Looking Into the Mirror"
Sudden realizations iced up his core
To form the frozen image of a man
He who stared in reflected embarrassment
While sobering silence takes over the room
As this was not the person he was to become
But for childish dreams that stuck with him
Fantastic machinations that warped a man's mind
So he'd remain a child who never grew up
And had to face his parents on occasions
The adult to them is just on the exterior
Because he made a living selling his voice
Though in using it to say I'm sorry
His parents would have to wait
Just like the forever he has waited
To hear them say we love you for what you are
A child never grows too old
For their parents open arms
by Constance La France |
Categories:
love, sister,
me
and my
sister look
similar really
but that is where
the mirror image ends
we are different in all ways
I am messy and she is so neat
she is conservative and I am lace
I like everything old and she likes new
we both like cats but her not as much
she dislikes make up but I fancy it
love my long hair she does not
cooking is for her a real joy
poetry writing is my thing
she likes to go on trips
I like it at home
two sisters
united in
love
______________________________
July 10, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Me and My Sister
Copyright Protected, ID 15-688-119-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
loss,
The clouds have formed a mare’s tail in the sky,
a fitting image, for I’m being led
beneath them, where in eerie silence lie
abandoned stalls, untended land, a shed.
And on a gate, like some strange souvenir,
a halfway broken sign reads “Wagon Wheel.”
That horses once were bred and ridden here
both grime and span of time cannot conceal.
But farther down a lane, behind some trees,
(where happiness once lived!) awaits my spring -
a large house, shuttered, with its memories.
In front of it still hangs that wooden swing.
Above long grass and weeds it starts to sway.
The ghost of me has now returned to play.
For the Love and Loss Poetry Contest
by Albert Ahearn |
Categories:
love,
If snowflakes set aflame the ground
They touch and wintry winds abet
The flames, would she and I this day
always remain deeply in love?
Yet snow is snow-it’s wet, it’s cold
Its frigid blanket lacks the warmth
That lover’s hearts depend and thrive;
It stifles, smothers all that grows
and extinguishes any fire.
Snow-flames are just a fantasy
An image conjured in my mind
But in my heart our love is true
In any world we two reside
inventible or otherwise.
by Marquis Mc Mills-Cooper |
Categories:
love, romance, romantic, romantic love, , western,
I found your eyes so randomly,
your face did not exist
No waist to place my arms around,
no lips for me to kiss
No hair to lose my fingers in,
nor ear to whisper sweet
No one to hide within my heart,
to fall in love so deep
Your image I saw by happenstance,
a beautiful vision to see
You held me there with just a look,
as you stared back at me
Your eyes, those lips, that lovely face,
my feelings are all for not
For you are more than a world away,
my beauty from Herat
Herat (Herr-Rot) is both an Afghan city and province. Herat City is the capital
of Herat Province located in the western portion of Afghanistan.
Written in Afghanistan -May 2013
by Hilo Poet |
Categories:
fire, love,
*Image of Candlelight by Pixabay.
fiery events
a candle flickers
ever waning as it melts
may love spark again? of course
breath pleased a candle
flames tuckered time for amour?
nicely kindled set to spark
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