by Vijay Pandit |
Categories:
romantic, sensual,
Perfumed breaths of rosy breeze
In lyrical refrain of redolent winds
Enamoring your pulse of longing
Compose harmonies euphonic
Strumming verses of heartbeats;
When nightingale sings song of eve
As buoyant river rushes to sea,
Giggling stream, greening prairies,
Voicing passions of iridescent spring.
But it is the moon on opal skies
That seduces your dream of dreams,
Proffering aura of esoteric smile
In covert hints of amorous night,
Lauding quest of allure romantic;
Hypnotizing your zealous soul
Ecstatic in my infatuating words
From song of heart rousing passion,
Crooning tender tunes of love
Tiptoeing to become your world.
by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories:
love, stars,
Fireflies danced amongst the shrubs,
Nocturnal fragrance filled the garden,
Sweet melodies of violin
Wafted into the serenity
Of our quiet neighbourhood.
How could I not dream of my love?
On the hammock beneath an old oak
I lay swinging gently to the tune,
A rhapsody weaving a magical spell.
Thoughts drifting into night's allure.
Will she come to me to count our stars?
Would she regale me with many a kiss
As passionate as each nebula
That adorned so heavenly our sky?
There the trill of the nightingale
Suddenly hushed as she approached.
I felt elated with the anticipation of love.
by Rick Parise |
Categories:
beautiful, bird, love, nature,
Where twilight songs search of beauty
like syllables broke apart
I count each step to find your heart
where velvet words resonate
and azure moonlight softly hangs
in brushed hues of melody..
_______________________
by David Smalling |
Categories:
faith, love, natureme,
Sing, my nightingale, sing for me again
Sing from your bramble tree
Sing, my nightingale, sing and it will rain
Earth is melancholy
And brown, brown, brown, the frost
Has burned everything down
Change comes so callously and cost
More than green or barren ground
Sing, my nightingale, sing
Do not ever fly away
I am only mortal clay
Sing, my nightingale, sing
Love is the only truth I trust
Nothing endures the spinning crust
Sing, my nightingale, sing
Drunk me with your delicious songs
For love alone my body longs
Sing, my nightingales, sing
The frost has left nothing green
But my faith keeps its silver sheen
Sing, O nightingale, sing
by John Beharry |
Categories:
bird, joy, love, music, mystery, nature, sweet,
Perched on a sturdy branch on yonder tree
Pouring out your heart in sweet melody
With a full throated birdsong rhapsody
Filling me with such joyful ecstasy
Do you sing sweetly to woo your lady
Who listens somewhere on a nearby tree
Her heart must surely melt at the beauty
Of the song you sing so effortlessly
Is your song a joyful testimony
To honour nature's musical bounty
Given to creatures from earth, sky and sea
Whose music blesses all abundantly
Or is it part of a profound mystery
Heralding a supreme divinity
Which pervades all silently and deeply
O bird, I'll ever be grateful to thee
by Lin Lane |
Categories:
lonely,
It's another lonely night
shared with the glowing moon,
while listening to a Nightingale
continuously sing a sad tune.
What has a songbird
to be so sullen about?
Does it trill in anger?
Is its heart filled with doubt?
Some birds mate for life,
while all others they spurn.
That is a wise lesson
all humans should learn.
Are birds more capable
of being loyal to love?
There's a reason the symbol
of love is portrayed by a dove.
People are much too fickle
when they smile and say,
"I love you so very much,"
when it's just a game they play.
8/23/2016
by The Situation |
Categories:
art,
fly my little nightingale
and take this song i give
to the land where genies
and magic carpets live
hide yourself very well
and you will not be seen
but before the dawn becomes the day
proclaim my love with screems
fly my little nightingale
into her ear, into her heart
tell her i am always near
and will never ever depart
hide yourself within her dreams
and own from dusk till dawn
but when she leaves begin your screams
your mourning while she's gone
by Wendy Rycroft |
Categories:
poems,
Violets bring healing to the soul,
Colours care for the sick,
Like Florence Nightingale.
Her amethyst fragrance,
For the imagination,
Creativity, wisdom, dignity,
Pride and peace,
Spiritually calming emotions
Humbling in nature,
Brightening up rooms,
As the Lady with the lamp,
Nursed wounded soldiers,
Velvet scented petals!
Meditate her deep blue,
Serenity and tranquillity
Sanctuary for love,
White for innocence,
Pioneering blooms,
Velvet heart shaped leaves
Captivating and beautiful
Flowers,
Medication for life.
Wendy Jae
by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories:
love, sea,
“Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.”
John Keats Ode to a Nightingale
“Strange to find a sea captain quoting Keats.”
The Ghost and Mrs. Muir
She knows nothing
about the sea,
the sails or thee,
your perilous tongue
swimming with the sharks.
The captain dies
by suicide -
nay.
stupidity -
aye.
She’s protected,
captured
by his salty speech.
Oft the wind
carries
its scent of aftershave -
nay, again,
for the bearded captain
scowls,
transcends
with this blasted widow
scores
a poetic love.
11/19/2019
by Kurt Ravidas |
Categories:
beauty, poetry,
I'd rather not relay on heavy words
to weigh the beauty in a proper way.
A third of human languages, two-thirds,
nay, all of them would never outweigh
the heft of weightless beauty on the scale
of ruthless time. Eternity will measure
a downfall, a moon, a nightingale,
a hug, a kiss, a tenderness, a pleasure,
an unexpected daybreak. Farewell,
my poor weighted love. Abiding time
is going to put its deadly spell
on every stanza, meter, form and rhyme.
But you are an immeasurable form.
When beauty comes I wonder where from.
MAY 2019 PREMIER 4,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 14(F O U R T E E N )Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
by James Macdougall |
Categories:
love, passion, life,
A sparrow falls whilst singing to the stars so bright and clear,
My love for you eternal, shall not falter have no fear,
A nightingale shall sore the skies so fearless and so pure,
I say to you I shall not cry, of this you can be sure,
Sweet Julie can you here me now, my heart it beats for you,
And I shall not falter once, until my life is through,
For if we meet whilst walking along gods golden shore,
I know I will have lived my life to hold you evermore.
by Nicholas Windle |
Categories:
love, , Lullaby,
Sing softy sweet nightingale,
Your notes make a soothing lullaby,
As a new born is cradled in its mother’s arms,
Precious moment that must soon go by.
Ever watched, and protected,
Made out of tenderness and love,
A gift granted by the great divine,
Watched over from the world above.
As you lie there, in bliss and innocence,
Bringing pleasure to those most dear.
For now just keep on sleeping,
And know there is no fear.
by Frederic Parker |
Categories:
metaphor,
Loneliness fills each restless night,
as the world turns so quiet
I wish to surrender to my love
and kiss her internal sound
could I prolong, and cry out longer
with a haunting nightingale song
1/14/15
by Nataliq Georgieva |
Categories:
happiness,
In my soul a window opened
and I weave my smiles in crape.
But a wish, so cruelly broken
fades away in the shadows of the past.
I’m so in love, but deprived of loving,
like nightingale without a voice,
Why the fate so mercilessly has poisoned
the seed of love, that grew in us.
Life goes away, it runs so quickly,
like dewy drop, which, falls in lake.
It quite true, you live only twice –
when you are born and when you love.
by Albert Cordina |
Categories:
happiness, inspiration, joy, love, ocean, poems, romance,
A gentle beam of the sun
Touches locks of your beautiful hair,
And the sudden breeze of the fresh salty air
Brings the thoughts of indescribable joy and quietness...
And it seems, that the time now has lost its usual run,
And the day has strengthened its brightness.
The sweet song of a nightingale
Flows into the peaceful and warm atmosphere,
I feel your gentle touch and we see how there
In the blue sunny sky spindrift clouds appear...
I raise the anchor in order to sail
For I know you are near...
~~~~~)(~~~~~
by Deb Wilson |
Categories:
love, passion,
As the nightingale sings so do I follow.
I'm filled up with joy and no longer hollow.
When the day lights up or the dark does fall
the weight's been lifted and I'm ten feet tall !
This face I see always in my dreams
is just as beautiful as it seems.
Love like this is just why I prayed;
in the eve's half-light it's why I stayed.
Day's slipped away and night lies glistening.
In the fields of my heart I'm quietly listening.
There's a sound like peace and passion like thunder.
This love's a fine spell I've been put under.
We'll traverse this world together-then sleep.
Now devotion's a promise we both can keep.
by Louis Solomon |
Categories:
love,
I kiss you softly, and we hold hands
Our love brewed across two distant lands.
Where the nightingale shields the dove-
This is what I imagine as simply love.
by Keith Logan |
Categories:
beauty, for her, happy, romance,
Her profile’s not a perfect silhouette,
she bares no shapely leg or heaving breast;
the voice not of a nightingale coquette
enslaving countless men it has impressed.
She cannot hover like a bird in flight
nor even glide with poise across the floor;
she will not set a lusting world alight
where men are beating pathways to her door.
But she’s a lovely lady none the less,
the winning smile within her eyes one part;
a bubbly nature flowing to excess
shares love and joy that overfills her heart.
Felicitous affection thus belies
the notion--beauty's pleasing to the eyes.
by Nataliq Georgieva |
Categories:
happiness,
In my soul a window opened
and I weave my smiles in crape.
But a wish, so cruelly broken
fades away in the shadows of the past.
I’m so in love, but deprived of loving,
like nightingale without a voice,
Why the fate so mercilessly has poisoned
the seed of love, that grew in us.
Life goes away, it runs so quickly,
like dewy drop, which, falls in lake.
It quite true, you live only twice –
when you are born and when you love.
by Liam Mcdaid |
Categories:
angel, beautiful, deep, emotions, feelings, joy, love,
Casting out shadows
the softest kiss lovingly
Whispers warmly inside echoes
Gentleness touching deeply brushes
upon your soul clouds swiftly disappear
Heartbeats sing to one true tune
In a thousand dreams enchanting
Sweet nightingale sparks
star-blazing wishes alights
Each a sparkle
circling around diamonds forever
Held always inside two gems Fluttering wings
by Shan Vitor |
Categories:
crush, love, sweet, technology,
I'm falling,
Like the bangs on her forehead
And when she blows it up
It's me that's being blown away
Such pure white skin, I can't resist
To near a reasonable distance
Enough to see her deep in her soul
Enough to muster a normal conversation
Because to me she is
A star in broad daylight
A nightingale in chaos fields
A butterfly in my garden of thoughts
Blurry it may as I do this
Yet this is my only way of expression
How one day I hope she reads this
As I type behind her keyboard
by Lamptey Godson Kofi |
Categories:
caregiving, imagination, love, philosophy, me,
<< SACRED WORDS >>
SHE SUNG
The Dream Keeper
Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamers,
Bring me all of yours
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them up
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers Of the world.
I LAUGH:
Talk with me
Say no more a word,
I hear the stars sung it long before
Calling you out to be the Nightingale
Tending the needy heart, fallen in depth
Off not been a catered soul
The earth knows you, the world knows you
A Queen in the making.
(c) Lamptey Godson / Nana Aba Flowers. 2012
by Nadine Fababier |
Categories:
dedication, pets
Standing on a tree
Singing a love song for him
Offers a Red Rose
by Samiha Zubair |
Categories:
fear, grandchild, heartbreak, loneliness,
Familiar awakenings as when in BEAUTIFUL PARADISE
Might be true if heart feels as such when rusty of exercise
Lyrics of singing nightingale, embalmed LOVE BUG, were never JUST FOR ME
As in rapping of a drum heard everywhere but not for all to see
Memories when everything became so much clear
Empty handed return from a sailing trip and it was ALL SO REAL
To subconscious, what was ALWAYS KNOWN
Tightly lidded lest might tarnish the dream gown
Not a seasoned candidate to stay afloat for another unwelcomed episode in TIME TRAVEL
Missing the nonrefundable emptiness in soul upon loosing the gamble
by Matt Caliri |
Categories:
love,
Looking
Over
Velcro
Eyes
Left
Inside
Nightingales
Easter's
Soft
Surrender