by Panagiota Romios |
Categories:
appreciation, community, love, perspective, poetry,
~Poetesses and Poets, Divine~
All over this great planet we live,
Penning our thoughts, and love to give!
With our hearts, as lanterns so bright,
Writing with hearts into this summer night.
Pen thee, then, of nature’s fine beauty.
Quietly, we are world Muses on duty.
Creations we form of happiness and sorrow.
Moonlight and dreams, on which to borrow!
A hug from me, now..close your eyes.
Tomorrow is both a gift and a surprise!
Hugs,
Panagiota Romios
California….USA
8/15/2022
~1~
by Cupids Arrow |
Categories:
birthday,
Terrific charmer,blessed and gifted
Invincible love fulfills his heart
Modesty is a reflection of his beliefs
Super dad and souper spice
Master of words and muses
Incredibly kind to all others
Trustworthy and truthful friend
Heartwarming!His sweet gentility
reaches our soul.
Dedicated to Tim Smith
Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen : )
on the 3rd of December 2014!
by Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories:
girlfriend-boyfriend, life, love, nature, on writing and words, people, seasons,
If
I
Should be
Your poet,
In thy garden, let
My muses, as I do now, spell
For thee, the sweet honey of spring where I humbly come.
by Georgia Kereopa |
Categories:
self,
Believe in yourself always, be brave always
Empathy and kindness be your muses
Young at heart, keep some giggles inside
Own failure, then rise up, be resilient
Unique, only one of you in the world
Thankful, gratitude are desirable attributes
Integrity is a solid base of character
Family, friends and god be your inner circle
Understand your purpose, live a meaningful life
Love yourself, love others, just love, love, love
Entered: "Acrostically I Stand Tall" contest
Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr
Written 23.07.2019
Placed 3rd
by Joe Dimino |
Categories:
growth, inspirational, love, meaningful, poetry, wisdom, writing,
There was a time I couldn't see God at all –
my good muse came to me in many blossoms,
the elevating scent and beauty of such creation
was my lift to higher realms
There was a time, I did not believe there was a God –
Muse came to me in the form of a grade-school teacher
who told me, I was worth any suffering
There was a time when God was simply a myth,
till a loving wife and birth of a child taught the meaning
of presence
Whatever the good muse, where you and the muse have gathered
in good faith,
there also is God.....
by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories:
poetry, poets, world,
Poetry:
Sees the unseen
Hears the unheard
Comprehends the incomprehensible
Praises our feelings
Exalts our love
Glorifies our God
Describes nature
Expresses beauty
Gives wings to inspiration
Poetry,
The heavenly language
That
The devotees of the Muses use
For
To paint reality as our Lord meant
Reality to be:
Divine!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 December 2018
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
how i feel, poems, poetry, poets, thanks, tribute, write,
PoetrySoup has illustrious wordsmiths,
Helpers, counselors, encouragers. Human muses.
I jumped on this site with eagerness, not daring to hope for
Even a partial bit of what I have received.
I took the leap of faith, joining right away,
Without any idea how these new friends would soothe my soul.
And squelch my fears, and my doubt that what I wrote was actually poetry.
If I die tomorrow, I go satisfied,
Fulfilled by friends I have only met on paper,
Best friends who send me SoupMall,
Friends who have
Embraced my soul, and lifted me with the purest love.
Thank you. Your energy is appreciated with awe.
by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories:
bereavement, inspiration, leaving, muse, mythology,
My muse sighs and leaves me unwell
and cuckolds me like faithless love
as if she's ne'er my god or belle,
afflatus or creative breath
who came from the summits above
to save me from poetic death!
"Why go, O Calliope!?" I yell;
her leaving brings about such woe
and inexpressible sorrow
that's too profound, too deep to tell:
I pray to Zeus I'll never know
this Melancholia of hell!
My muse sighs and takes leave of me,—
I yell, "Why go, O Calliope!?
by Debra Squyres |
Categories:
moon, on writing and words, romance,
(Moon is My Muse)
Moon Musing
You lie beyond an obscure veil
Above the foggy city lights
Illuminating the night so pale
Giving darkness lights respite
Elliptical loops around earth’s face
Wearing wane or increase smiles
Still quickening lover’s heart pace
Ever working your earthly wiles
Finding muses in your boldness
Poets stroke their papered words
Romance beckons in your fullness
Love lyrics written or poetic blurbs
Earthly harvesters glean in the night
Twice find beauty in blue moon bright
Written for: “Moon is My Muse” on 2/27/13
I used the definition for Sonnet found in Poetry Soup Forms
by Mark Ackerson |
Categories:
muse, poetry,
lighthouses; beam dreams asleep, awake, between
weighted muses surface from jade pool depths
breathe gasps of fresh love, beautiful, dark
what’s born of dark often comes to light
funnel cones shine on nighted ships
shore swept or safely harboring
flags parade by watch mills
free to wander streets
vie, fly then die
living poetry
burning
lights
by Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson |
Categories:
art, devotion, happiness, imagination, inspirational, introspection, life, words, write, write,
What Shakespeare didn’t write he left to me
In this, a brand new world and century
The English language lives and breathes, alive
A poet’s job is helping it survive
The Muses use us, soul and body, mind
To write of things that can not be defined
The subject matter always stays the same
It’s love and hate, it’s greed and fear and fame
New words evolve to name the things we see
But subject matter stays through history
Our hands the only instruments of worth
To help the Muses speak and then give birth
Their words are bridges crossing deep divides
That bring to man the peace that truth provides
by Gail Foster |
Categories:
beauty, fire, joy, love, power, sorrow, woman,
I see you, girl, with your lovely face
Your painted lips, and your fiery grace
Scorching the earth with the steps you trace
Oh how we shine, how we shine
I see you girl, with your heart undressed
By pain of joy and sorrow blessed
All glory, and all sin confessed
Oh how we love, how we love
I see you girl, with the tear in your eye
Falling like sun in the rain from the sky
I see you girl, I hear your cry
Oh how we weep, how we weep
I see you girl, we are beautiful bitches
Mischievous muses, and angelic witches
And ours is the earth and all its riches
Oh how we burn, how we burn
© Gail Foster 2016
by Deborah Guenther Beachboard |
Categories:
humanity,
Wear love like a caftan,
Less room for grief, she says.
Names entered into his notepad,
Without explanation.
The unlimited expanse in which
All objects are contained.
A flash of light,
As if a bit of electricity has escaped.
You must find out how
To empty the molten pool.
In that Basin of Prophesy the Muses sing.
In the Chalice of Fantasy the Fates weave.
How do you kill a man?
Hit him three times!
Note: "Contemporary ghazals generally dispense with thyme and emphasize the shifts between couplets." John Drury, The Poetry Dictionary, Story Press, 1995, page 120.
by William Robinson |
Categories:
funny, imagination, on writing and words, love,
Did you ever suffer writer's block,
When you couldn't write a line?
When you struggled, hoped, and waited
For that inspiration shine?
Did you ever beg the muses
To intervene on your behalf,
And find them in a stubborn mood,
When they'd only sit and laugh?
They've been playing coy with me, now,
For far too many days.
They nearly drive me up the wall,
With their mean, contrary ways.
But I still love 'em, don't you know,
And I'm sure that they love me.
I know they'll sing and dance again,
If I wait patiently.
by Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty |
Categories:
devotion, love,
A sweet bird wanted
To be a poet, and God
Gave her His own pen
His ink pink in love
Went through her veins and nourished
Her muses she wrote
"Dear poet Eileen ...."
by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories:
depression, god, hope, inspiration, life, love, mental illness,
When melancholy drowns my interests,
all seem lost; when black bile's ooze then molests,
I travel through the valley of this death,
lacking life, hope—even desire for breath!
So, myself from blackness I amputate,
spurn whether to self-murder (and brave this fate?);
and lay aside despair and misery,
to fall in love once more with Poetry.
For two loves I have, God and the Muses:
one gives, the other neither refuses.
Before long, the Parnassus heals me in time;
and I grow strong before the end of this rhyme!
For mightier than despair is the Lord,
and the poet whose pen conquers the sword.
by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories:
hope, inspiration, longing, love, muse, mythology, words,
Sonnet VII – Invoking The Muses
I call the daughters of Mnemosyne:
Sweet Erato, your kithara solo -
Dearest Euterpe, your aulos blow -
So my words won’t die in ignominy.
Inspire me with words of wit and charms,
That playfully dance like leaves on the streams.
Send them from above, like silver moonbeams,
To embrace my love with gossamer arms.
Like Icarus, I want to reach so high,
But I’m a simple man with simple rhymes
Who wants to enchant, inspire and amuse –
Hoping my loved one will longingly sigh,
And offer her heart to me for all time –
Which is why I’m invoking the Muses!
by Eve Roper |
Categories:
art, imagery, summer, sunshine,
Beauty stands summering beneath the heavens;
stimulate the imagination muses.
Leaves sing a lullaby, scents nature leaven.
Seeds bound teeming with life, of a thousand hues.
Dreams hued in summer of perfect love embrace.
A wink of amorous scene of warmth of grace
gold sunshine rays towards endless horizon.
Poetic rich color spun by Barbizon.
7/21/2018
by Charles Henderson |
Categories:
love,
“she mused
while fondly touching his chair
his scent lingers”
death
riptides
my love gone
why was he first
love
ills
senile
my promise
sent home to wait
love
Sep 2011 Charles Henderson
for Nettes Lantern contest
by Abraham Tor |
Categories:
introspection
I heard the
rustle of
the wind
I heard the
laughter of
the frond
I felt the
calm of the
night
I smelt the
fragrance
of the
flower
They
worked on
my heart
in gentle
promptings:
love muses
of the night
they
worked on
her as on
me
And in the
harmony
of things
I saw
desire rose
in her eyes
I saw her
lips
trembling
And I
moved on:
I lay my
first kiss
by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories:
allusion, hyperbole, loneliness, love, muse, mythology, time,
By morn, and under cerulean skies,
he rises from sheets and soft pillows of down;
and gives praise; for the Lord is just and wise,
and great to behold by this earth all round.
By noon, he sets about his songs and rhymes,
labors whose creation gives him pleasure,
and purpose, for an infinite lifetimes;
pressed down, piled, and parceled with good measure.
Then, by eve, lest beastly Insomnia
comes, he now and anon derives his rest
from the night's orgies with the Muses: a
reward that none may oppose, or protest.
A bard chaste for all time, and hence unloved,
finds love with the muses: for they're beloved.
by Benjamin Toney |
Categories:
love, poetry,
When burdened by the weights of my mortality,
Confronted with the fate of fallen flesh,
My eyes behold a semblance of eternity
A vestige of the joys that truly bless,
Descending from the firmaments above
And following the ashes of the night,
For that which bears the noble name of love
Hath raised our spirits to their highest height.
The gifted muses of forgotten times,
Whose words were writ' with fabled eloquence,
Could find no virtue, earthly or divine,
To match its beauty and magnificence.
Though men may cease to breathe and words may lie,
Their lofty praise of love shall never die.
by Harry Rout |
Categories:
girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passion,
there are these
nine muses
who
are good
friends with
Apollo.
there use to
be ten
but
one of them
lives
with me
now.
I
worry often
about
losin' her
back to the Gods
and
never seein'
her again.
so
now I want
to dip
her
in ambrosia
to make
her
immortal
just like
Thetis
did for
Achilles.
but
there's always
gonna'
be a weak
spot
where love
and
life
can just
pack-up
and
leave.
but
for now
she's my muse
and
I love her.
her
name is
Carol.
by Alex Grimm |
Categories:
beach, devotion, loneliness, love, missing you, romance, water,
A sand-writer
In low tides,
He dips his toes
Into the water-
His fingers
Drag
The beach,
Rip the shore
Open and
Hold at bay the
Ocean
For a moment.
He engraves
Thick initials,
Curls them together
Like two hands
Reaching,
Soul-searching
For the other:
Blind but bold
As they wane
In their
Heart-shaped
Box.
The sand-writer
Stands back,
Watching
As the water
Laps up
His memories
And washes them away.
He muses that
He’ll draw again
Tomorrow,
The same letters
Over and over
Into the earth
Until it too
Can never
Forget.
by Kian Furnace |
Categories:
absence, lonely, love, missing you,
I guess it is what it is
Or it will do what it do.
I’m trying to reconcile
Where I want to be with where I am at the present
Simultaneously preparing myself for any and every opportunity
Push has come to shove as I am running out of cyber muses to extinguish my
burning desire to make love.
At night I squeeze the pillow and dream of holding you tight
I'm so frustrated right now why does the search for love have to be so difficult for me
Moving parts going in and out, a tryst here, a tryst there. Nothing concrete, nothing that builds or fastens. Love hastens , to exist and come rushing to save the day!