by Keith Bickerstaffe |
Pink and perfect mystery
to which I ply my finger,
she ripens so exquisitely
the longer that I linger
and fluff the modest blossom
with my gentle loving hand,
teasing, ever pleasing
so that now I understand
how beautiful the flower
that yields without duress,
blooming now so fully
in the warmth of my caress.
by Andrea Dietrich |
Where Luna treads are silver threads, the wisps of clouds that slide
through sky of night, and shining white, they part so she might glide
serenely through dark twilight’s blue with slow and regal grace.
And to our world, with aspect pearled, she turns a beaming face.
She casts her glow on those below who love her mystery. . .
who reverence her as with allure, she dances on the sea.
The lovers sigh as by and by, the night fades into day.
And in their dreams she softly gleams before she slips away.
For Caren Krutsinger's 'A Contest About a Goddess or God - Not THE God' Poetry Contest
by Charlie Smith |
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 Daniel Turner |
destiny, dream, fate,
How mischievous those goddesses of fate
That bend our paths toward our destiny
They tempt us, setting traps, with diff'rent bait
Like fools, we complicate simplicity
Each turn we take is draped in mystery
A lucky choice builds up our confidence
Then fate reminds us, oh so subtly
Again, we're on the wrong side of the fence
The twists and turns of life offer suspense
We see our big break up around the bend
But fate knows that for love, there's no defense
Next thing you know, you've turned down a dead end
Fate has control of destiny it seems
Don't let that stop you chasing down your dreams
by Daniel Turner
by Jessica Bateman |
lovesweet, love, sweet,
Love is like magic
And it always will be.
For love still remains
Life's sweet mystery!!
Love works in ways
That are wondrous and strange
And there's nothing in life
That love cannot change!!
Love can transform
The most commonplace
Into beauty and splendor
And sweetness and grace.
Love is unselfish,
Understanding and kind,
For it sees with its heart
And not with its mind!!
Love is the answer
That everyone seeks...
Love is the language,
That every heart speaks.
Love can't be bought,
It is priceless and free,
Love, like pure magic,
Is life's sweet mystery!!
by Charlie Smith |
desire, dream, love,
If only love befell your heart
like fragrant scents of new spring hay
the joy my dreams would too impart
if such a verse I'd dare to say
Feel the chances of a raindrop
touch the tenderness of a rose
pray the music will never stop
before the wind of winter blows
Let's weave tales of this love's history
I am heartbound, please take my hand
walk with me through all life's mystery
for what only we might understand
I know the sweetness of your smiles
They take me back to childish wiles
Poem Of The Day 11/05/2017
by Quoth TheRaven |
devotion, growing up, morning, true love,
Who was it that first said..
'the eyes are the window to the soul'..
who's eyes did they envision..
and how did they know?
And what of sweet wetted fingers that comb..
to straighten this messed heart cowlick I own.
Few well paired wanderlust seek a divine pardon..
still fancy the folly of youth's far flung travels.
Two trespass meadow lost to petal lined garden,
til intimacy's last mystery unravels.
Darting dawn awakes to write upon love's torn page..
parting drawn in true type font in spite of heart's age.
by Sunshine Smile |
death, hope, love,
beautiful, bright, caring
peaceful, spiritual, messengers, guardian angels
powerful, sparkling, presence
26. June 2012
A-L Andresen :)
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by liam mcdaid |
angel, beauty, flying, love, metaphor, mirror,
The moonbeams bore you in a cradle of light smiling
warmly a cold blue winter moon rocking over and back thoughts
Midnight mystery howling to a silver reflection deeply echoes whispering winds
over Snow Mountain faraway dreaming stars twinkle in your treasure jewels
Lost trying to catch your trail freedom inside love the spark igniting
magic believing in a fairy tale ending dust in a thousand dreams enchanting
by arthur vaso |
autumn, beauty, death, french, funeral, leaving,
Lusting the passions of a secret desire
Unwinding the mystery of my needs
Funerals are for the future
Internment I ask be deferred
Timeless is my youth
Useless is my request
At seeking eternity or at least eternal rest
End of times may seem long away
Beauty we know fades, it will happen some day
So I dream of youthful moments
Isle graveyards were far away
Holy wars and loveless scores
That a soldier must endure
A desire for peace escapes this generation and more
External forces and internal woes
Death dances at my door
Dedicated to Sara Bernhardt, who slept in her coffin amongst all her love letters.
by cecil hickman |
history, life, love, mystery, nature, science, space
Haze up in the heavens encircles this orb.
Half-dark, half-light, shines from above.
Twinkles of light appear to absorb.
Fractions of darkness within lighted glove,
Speaking to lovers held in each other’s arms.
Answering questions of science to some,
Floating around spreading blessed charms,
Listening close at times, hearing a hum.
Lovers for centuries, graciously, captured by,
Sweet serenity and magical mystery,
Others entranced with secrets, which fly.
From words written and spoken in history.
Satellite, orb, lady, they are all the same.
Mythical goddesses, gripped in flame.
These tales have spread so many games.
This object seen most nights has no shame.
by Melissa Schwartz |
love, mystery, passion,
Siphoned light gropes passengers
Hopeful for luminescent hearts,
Arching underneath bombazine drapes
Dusted with passionate legacies
Of original sin and the primogeniture son,
Wicked for nighttime plots savouring
Spicy love, exponential in a vivid darkness.
by Bryn Strudwick |
You stand once more beside the harbour wall
This is the third night I have seen you there.
I watch you from a distance, proud and tall
A shaft of sunlight glinting in your hair
What is it draws you to that spot each day?
What thoughts of sadness occupy your mind?
The memory of a love far, far away,
A yearning for your homeland left behind?
Sad seagulls’ cries provide the only sound;
You reach out, casting something on the sea
And then, oblivious to all around,
You slip away still steeped in mystery
I look down where the water gently flows.
It’s empty save for one dark, crimson rose
by Sohini Mukherjee |
death, deep, mystery, , sweet love,
Hell's perpetual fires
Burning up my frenzied desires
I'm gurgling up a rebellion
Can you feel it frothing?
You sure have claws
That scratched my skin raw
The blood is everywhere
Do you see it spilling?
I barely recognised your voice
Cold and harsh like beaten up ice
My ephemeral lovesong was meant to be sung
Can you hear it dying?
Just one more knot
Tied up your body to the cot
I'm pouring the fuel around
Don't you smell it burning?
Goodbye my sweet love
Endure what you deserve
I've been waiting to burn you to ashes
Did you see this coming?
by Bruce Adams |
Oh, love from a distance
Such passion is mine
I never thought possible
An ocean's deep mystery line
Soulmate's hearts beat as one
From only the written word
Openness, honesty, is all it takes
World history, such passion unheard
Her beauty astounding, angel in disguise
Jealous Kings of Europe would have fought war
Her kindness and humor melt coldest hearts
Brilliant and creative too, she makes my heart soar
My distant soulmate, who I may never meet
Shared love from a distance, a powerful, magical feat
by Kenneth Fordham |
angst, confusion, imagination, lost love, mystery, on writing and words, passion, sad
The Ink Bottle sits, alone,
It’s only Companions,
The Feathered Pen,
The Paper Pad.
The Desk, once alive,
But wanting not,
A Wooden Chair, dusty,
For the Comfort,
Time, a mystery gone,
Never to be recovered,
Days of gloom, waiting,
Shine not, The Light,
Come back, to Me,
My words, of Joy,
Wisdom, once known.
by Veronica Joseph |
husband, love, mystery, passion
i curl your
long dark hair in my fingers
at your neck
as I pull you down
I wait to feel the rough end of day
on my face
your eyes close a little then open
to watch me
look at me, I whisper
looking at me
by Tim Smith |
Long before the whisper's
falling down --
upon your shoulders
as with dew's droplets
dangling so delicately
I've heard all about it
resting within your beauty
vision's quest --
speaking through the shimmers
right out in front of me
Slight touch curls to sight
enfurled in mystery
elegance flows --
blinking under seas of blue
filling in the guise of you
Before the tumbles
where fingers adjust height
hopes hinge --
passion's melt is spinning
sated lips just beginning
by Line Gauthier |
appreciation, creation, god, inspirational, spiritual, universe, uplifting,
when I look up at the milky way
and the nebulousness beyond
my heart skips a beat in awe
i see the miracle of life
the timelessness of splendor
i see a grandiose enigma
the vastness of eternity
and mystery of infinity
i see the magic of creation
recognizing the authorship
of an omnipotent mastermind
in the most cosmic way
i feel the mystique of his love
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~MINDFULLY~ 2021
Submitted on February 8, 2019 for contest TELL ME- WHAT DO YOU SEE sponsored by JAMES EDWARD LEE SR - RANKED 3RD
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
by Sunlite Wanter |
age, autumn, hope,
To walk along a high mountain rock road
Gaze down on a patchwork of green and gold
With ribbons like glue on a mosaic vase,
A misty fall rain upon your wan face.
I know it’s a herald of change of seasons,
And I ponder and wonder the reasons,
While your eyes on the future enrapt you,
One more season, one more, let me love you.
We’ve lived and loved and grown old together,
Have withstood all of life's stormy weathers,
Still conscious are we of the mystery,
Of God's love everlasting gift to be.
Through one more season, let your dear smile glow.
My heart willing it - will make it be so.
by Deb M |
What does a soul look like
Is it shaped like a love heart
Or white and fluffy like a cloud
Maybe a work of art
Or just invisible goodness
That runs through our veins
Perhaps millions of little sparkles
Floating in our brains
We all possess a soul
Yet never visibly viewed
Deep within our being
Creating me , creating you!
by L. J. Carber |
allusion, angst, appreciation, blessing, god, hope, mystery,
Now, at last, I finally understand:
I can never be complete within myself...
without You, my emotions betray me,
my mind counteracts itself,
hope will flee me, despair will eat me,
unless I reach out for Your love
with a child's open arms....
by Sunshine Smile |
Out of love foretold
secret raptures from the old
Illusions coves for their powerful voices
A place where our ancestors once walked
Where trees listening
and disperse seeds of hope
Creation marvelous portrait
About the harmony - it is said
that it can develop strong band
It is a reality that can
compare with the wildest imagination
Ancient villages built of marble and stone
Wind chimes a rhythm that beckons
Mystery melody that asks us to join
A-L Andresen :)
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by Vince Suzadail Jr. |
Music needs lyrics to make it whole
Lyrics are words that touch the soul
Listening to one song after another
Springsteen singing "My Blood Brother"
It tells a story of of childhood friends
A genuine love that never ends
Growing up and parting ways
Changes coming in passing days
And it takes me back to the things we did
The friends I had when I was just a kid
Although time has pulled us all apart
I still carry each one in my heart
But the stars are burnin' bright like some mystery uncovered
I'll keep movin' through the dark with you in my heart
My blood brother--Bruce Springsteen
by arthur vaso |
culture, death, funeral, music, paris,
Death – Remember me Tomorrow
Votre amour est tout ce que j'implore
Angels took us from France's shores
To the promised land of lady liberty
Hollywood glitter enticing us lovers with mystery
Living the past in a cinematic telling
Ironic that love was sourly spurned
By Bogart’s charming quilted misgivings
Madeline, later would sadly sing
La Marseillaise, while lovers embrace
Paris after dark, they disappear with no trace
Trains to death and boats to freedom
As Casablanca tells of romantic tales
Je suis vieux, est je suis seul
The beautiful one misses the past and you
All the ships have sailed and gone
It’s the cemetery now where I rest under lawn