by Silent One |
Categories:
love,
If only this poetry could define,
how your presence takes me towards cloud nine.
Your touch brings sensations that feel divine,
yet, my tongue is quiet, fighting this muse of mine.
Waiting for the moment our lips can greet,
your sweet voice takes control of my heartbeat.
I sigh hallelujah, as our eyes meet,
the taste of your mouth makes my life complete.
Suddenly the pen flows like buoyant streams,
describing love that's only seen in daydreams.
I'm just a star within universal schemes,
basking within the passion of your moonbeams.
Our love can't be hidden in a metaphor,
you're the poem my pen will always adore.
Silent One
3 February 2019
by Silent One |
Categories:
death, loss, love,
My hands are tired, so I let my brush rest,
unable to paint Autumn's loneliness.
How much I miss you can never be stressed.
August has left behind blank emptiness.
Sitting by the window in the corner,
watching the world in its colourful hues.
I search for your face among the murmur,
but all I'm left with is a muse with blues.
In simple stillness your voice echoes loud.
Each stitch I weave I see you before me.
Memories remind me of what we vowed.
Without you there would be no artistry.
My palette is dry without your pastel,
all that's left is an indigo inkwell.
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
art, heart, lost love, love, muse, philosophy,
All lovely words
when understood
All so misconstrued
silence envelopes our delusions
Desire, we lust the attention
at the forfeit of philosophy
Love, we crave at Kings expense
at times
Sacrificing those whom love us true
spilling blood at humanities alter
Romance, we desire for loves embrace
knowing serpents sell snake oil remedies
Beware the soft spoken
cringe when you hear words only a token
Seeking the truth, not platitude
discover love, in those that.........
Breathe actions, not poetic verse
by Daniel Turner |
Categories:
funny love,
If only I could make my way to Paris
To search the boulevards and rainy rues
I'd look to find my lonely heart an heiress
An Irish lass vacationing her muse
We'd find a quiet cafe' on the Seine
Where we could sit and share a laugh or two
By candlelight we'd toast with French champagne
Pretend that we were on our honeymoon
But how could I convince her I'm the one
To make all of her fantasies come true
She knows there's more to life than having fun
In Paris hearts get easily confused
I'd get down on one knee under the stars
Give her the paper ring off my cigar
an original poem by Daniel Turner
by Charlie Smith |
Categories:
love, mystery, spiritual,
Divinity lives beyond description
Alone, a weary heart cries from its pain
Desire eager for its conscription
Might truth and love turn this way again?
Sweet mysteries, this life, in dreams of thee
Yield fantasy's passion I dare to share
Walk from this muse, I pray to live in me
Conceding this, my love, unto your care
On lifeless shadows, cast your glowing light
Bring a blessed presence to this peace I seek
Rest too this solemn shade, this endless night
With angelic verse, but you could only speak
For seeking dreams to dream from up above
I cast my will and fate to seek your love
by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories:
writing,
If only I could write you a sonnet,
Iambic pentameter and what not,
Let my muse mull profoundly upon it.
I must write it quickly lest I forgot.
It will have to stress real passion, love,
Mention a rose if I really must
But for heaven's sake leave out the white dove,
Still do mention the red moon that I trust.
Compare her eyes to some fragrant flower,
And wish to taste her full strawberry lips,
Scheme to meet her in a quiet bower,
Clouds enfold us in mythical eclipse.
Will she come, will she go, my marigold?
Ah, my poor love sonnet has now gone cold.
POTD 14 September 2020
by Michelle Faulkner |
Categories:
lost, muse, writing,
These are the roads I didn't take
A pause too soon, a turn too late
Lost in the love I never spoke
The poems I never wrote
Gone are the moons I didn't chase
The sun-bloomed wind I didn't taste
The skylines I left incomplete
The stars I didn't seek
Muted are songs which may have brought
A silent music to my thoughts
Fading traces in dim sunsets
Autumns I never kept
Verses yet rise through foggy climes
Reveries of forgotten rhymes
If fractured light once more takes flight
I still have poems to write
10/07/22
by Skat A |
Categories:
beauty, dream, muse, romantic, sea, together, vanity,
~twice the beauty~
in the sea of love
reflection of the night
a wave moves
~SKAT~
by Daniel Turner |
Categories:
appreciation, nature, summer,
What's not to love about a summer day?
Kissed by the sun, the warmth of its embrace
To feel the cleanse from sweat at work and play
While honeysuckle breezes cool my face
With hillsides blanketed in purple vetch
Magenta morning glories and light blues
Imagine all the butterflies they fetch
A scene to romance any poet's muse
But when it gets too hot, I seek the shade
Barefoot in clover 'neath tall sycamores
Or take a watermelon down to wade
A spring fed creek, to cool, while I explore
That evening, in the swing, I watch fireflies
Then pray I wake to see one more sunrise
May 9 - 2018
Daniel Turner
by Ink Empress |
Categories:
emotions, love, muse, ocean,
As
I watch
the waves crash
and unfold gems
in neon blue dust
across ivory shores
silky reflections scatter
upon moon glazed tides in cadence
and flaming twin stars whirl in circles
sprinkling magic upon Poseidon’s realm
There's a turquoise song for the healing hearts
ruffling as lyrical melodies
along idyllic crests of hope
where memories float in a
bottle of souvenirs
ferrying sapphire
swells of daydreams
that ebb in
tune to
faith
by Quoth Theraven |
Categories:
dream, extended metaphor, forgiveness, giving, hope, journey, metaphor, muse, philosophy, time,
The six steep slopes they gave me..
yes, all were mine.
I can give them to you..
if you wish them.
Though they tend to be.,
unkind.
Don't wait for them to love,
or understand,
or forgive..
It's not their way.
They serve only to light a path,
show you the way.
Discover who you are, yes,
and where you come from.
It's what you always asked,
and all you ever prayed.
Don't look too far forward,
they'll make sure you're blind..
Understand that you are all that matters
not them, not us, not time.
by Winged Warrior |
Categories:
heaven, inspirational, love,
Let me take away pains of forever-with heavens eternal love
monoku-17 Syllables
Jan.25.2019
Heavenly Monoku
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
...thank you so much to those who have made this monoku, POTD...and thank you kindly to all that have left their lovely comments...as of late, I have been ill with a flu-like virus...and usually in January, I take a little break to rest and refuel the muse...may Heaven's light shine through everyone...God bless...
N/A for contest
by Hiya Sharma |
Categories:
deep, emotions, fantasy, first love, love, true love, wine,
I gaze at those fireflies in
your butter-sweet eyes that shine,
succulent with white lush pulp
of love's purity,
you hue my wildflower heart
with hyacinth, as we twirl
like spring-shaded tulips in
life's regal-black psalms;
mon cherie, I wish for stars
to sequin your shimmering
wine soul and cradle comets
of faith in your fate,
as, rubies glazed with honeyed
hibiscus and nectarine
daisies will be my pink muse,
forevermore true;
afterlife shall foretell our
lavender soliloquy
of celeste romance, whipped in
soft beige affection,
and your coral spirit will
eternally emphasise
cherry letters as tokens
of swan-shaped twin flames.
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
love,
Sitting here in this big old lazy chair
a little smile starts to appear upon my face
Some Phil Collins music rings in the air
as the girls cuddle under warm blankets
watching the movie Tarzan.
I sit here and muse
how did I get so lucky?
why did God shine upon me?
I have such beautiful and healthy children
I have a place to lie my head
There is plenty of food to be put upon the table
There's no other place I'd rather be instead
My heart starts beating stronger
There is warmth and love in the air
I get up and sit between them
I am so blessed to be here
by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories:
love, romance, words,
Lips dance,
flirt together -
romance.
Sweet breath -
language of love
‘til death.
Hearts flared -
poetic words
declared!
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 11/25/14,
for Nette Onclaud's Whispers of a Muse - Poetry Contest
by Hija De La Luna |
Categories:
love, nature, night, sky, stars,
his gaze -
starry night sky's
soft rays.
her face
caught the night light,
such grace!
hearts tossed,
perched on the stars -
words lost ....
hija de la luna
11.29.14
for nette onclaud's "whispers of a muse" contest
by John Gondolf |
Categories:
encouraging, friend, friendship,
When darkness spreads across the land,
and storm clouds form above;
a friend will be there, outstretched hand,
and offer you their love.
They stand beside you through the dark,
and always without strings,
to help you make it ‘round the mark;
the wind beneath your wings.
Whenever doubt forms in my mind
my writing is sub-par;
with your encouragement I find
my muse becomes a star.
June 23, 2018
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
for her, love, muse,
I see in creases no others found
where souls seem low
and duty bound
where sparkle waits
in dreamlike states
amid anxious eyes
here her smile lies
I see in darkness under guise of moon
where beauty moves
no heart's immune
where kindness roams
alive in poems
held deep inside
my muse resides
by Craig Cornish |
Categories:
introspection,
Like fingers, lovely birch tree shadows play
on virgin snow like hands upon a sheet;
so bright the moon, it seems like light of day,
yet stars among the forest's members peek.
And ... while my love lies pleasantly at rest,
I dream awake and contemplate my muse,
enraptured by this scene on winter's breast,
where thoughts are drawn and peacefully diffused
.
So now, I look upon the face of time
and all my years of life become but one.
In timelessness I feel my spirits climb,
where thoughts of love and life can laugh and run.
Now I am left at peace and free to be
There lost within the moon's tranquility.
English Sonnet
by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories:
imagery, love, morning, nature, poetry,
I find sanctuary in this sonnet
when as verdant hills rhymes do fall and rise
with aspens quaking in the windless skies.
One such will have blue birds flocking on it.
The trees shall be my muse and bid me write
while I in white gazebo am ensconced
with flowers vased, each color a nuance
in my lyrics, a-blush at first then white.
As I meander through a cloudless dream
the shades ever change in the wake of love.
Each line will fit my lyrics like a glove
while blue birds harmonize in morning's gleam.
Eyes of love are each an estuary
in the sonnet of this sanctuary.
by Jared Pickett |
Categories:
motherlove, me,
Christmas day so full of joy,
putting a smile on my face.
Inspiring your eldest boy
with love. I say grace
I am fortunate to have
a mother like you.
No matter the distance between us,
Your love will shine through.
You've made me what I am today.
Molded me into Asavvy man.
Being there, supporting my dreams.
Doing everything you can.
I say thank you Mom,
for all that you have done.
My muse, my backbone, my mother, I love you.
Sincerely,
Your eldest son......
Jared Pickett
Asavvy1
12/18/05
by Miraj Raha |
Categories:
beautiful, friend,
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 Susan Jeavons |
Categories:
extended metaphor, metaphor, muse, poets, time, writing,
Universal Muse
She is light
in dark, mysterious spaces,
integrity in immoral places .
She's hope
in spite of uncertainty,
mercy for those with misery.
She's an idealist
in a realm of broken dreams,
conscious of her adversary's schemes.
She's morality
displayed for all to see,
enlightenment to all who wish to be.
She's time,
yesterday, today, tomorrow,
ecstasy within a world of sorrow.
She's creation
from beginning to the end,
solitude yet society's boisterous friend.
She's love in a world of sin and hate.
She's harmony;
this, the poet's fate.
by Jenish Somadas |
Categories:
3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, nature,
My lazy muse went wandering around
When fallen into my knees, I astound
A cute lady like a coloured teardrop
Fallen from heaven an angel's eye drop.
She sat silent on my lap, I wonder
Shy or timid, what her cute mind thunder
In bright red attire with black beauty spots
An angel's love blot, my muse I forgot.
O lady, from the Garden of Eden
Did you come with a tweet from the heaven?
Or to tie my naughty mind on his seat
And to teach me to taste nature at least.
While my thoughts fly far away to the sky
Tiny wings blossoms, ladybird soars high.
Second Place in STRAND CHOICE W,any form,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
by Frederic Parker |
Categories:
love, passion,
The deep purple passion of love intoxicates
To fill life's chalice with wondrous wonder
Nothing exists in any realm which replicates
Nor has its power to cast a heart asunder
Passion makes worlds disappear with its eyes
And can teach an empty vessel what serenity means
Its warm rich fullness can overwhelm and surprise
And can invite a poetic soul to reveal its dreams
1/25/19 contest Purple 2