by Francis J Grasso |
Categories:
devotion, joy, love,
I will love you like tomorrow
Like the days that come to me
Like the warmth of summer sunshine
Like a wind that blows me free
To hear the song of nightingales
Beneath a crescent moon
To share each simple pleasure
On a rainy afternoon
In the silence of a morning
Deep within a restless sea
Walking through the darkness
And with everything in me
For every precious moment
That lives in effigy
Love will grow within my soul
To reach eternity
And when we gather moonbeams
After twilight steals the hours
Sleep with me through endless days
Among a sea of midnight flowers
written Aug 23, 2018
by Ink Empress |
Categories:
music,
When the sunset queen sings,
jinxed Jasmines wither, and~
primrose willows quiver,
unfurling clemency
in ivory sliver.
When the sunset queen sings,
wailing waves pause in awe
sea-fairies waltz through haze,
twirling to tuscan tunes,
flipping turmeric rays.
When the sunset queen sings,
nightingales sigh and trill,
as moon pearls soar above
cinnamon glazed ripples,
ferrying psalms of love.
When the sunset queen sings,
first star of twilight bleeds
flaming lilies of heart~
inking dusky dreamscapes
with mellifluous art.
by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories:
music, night, storm,
I pray as storm and night duet,
a dance amidst a choir of rain.
wrung clouds strum strong and passionate
to cart away my deepest pain.
In every grand, thunderous note,
God’s loving heart beats in my soul.
Across the darkness, lightning floats,
to heaven skyward, I extol.
Winds sing with love blown rhythmically
just like sweet-sounding nightingales.
Clear sheets of rain course through lithe trees
bending to meet the river dale.
Then soft comes dawn, I praise the storm
in gleam of misty earth transformed.
For Shadow's Pick A Subject Contest, 3/4/15
*Subject - Storm
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 Silent One |
Categories:
romantic, romantic love,
In your absence the ink thirsts in barren land,
in your presence it sings like nightingales.
Like waterfalls it flows in your majesty,
drifting to a bridge connecting our hearts.
Silent One
13 February 2018
Example for Romantic charm in 4 lines
by Carol B. |
Categories:
dedication,
Blessed are we to have the gift of you.
Sunset skies illuminated in glorious shades varied
Conjures memories of your loving smile
Your laughter paints the colours of rainbows seen
Like orchids rare you fill our hearts
Of visions of one of a kind memories
In this world of duplicates everywhere you stand alone
Mountains curtsy to strength unwavering
Beauty and grace captured through rivers deep
Your love rooted strong as majestic trees
Nightingales carol and doves soar free
Your love cherished for all to see
Framed with your essence and love from family
by Bianca And Gerhard |
Categories:
emotions,
chilled souls demands constantly for war
continuously seeking the path of evil
will to power overgrows their being
dark shadows threaten in black clouds
on their grim ground grows no compassion
hate sow death and destruction in violent acts
grenades don't fit into an enlightened world
angels of light are a harbinger of love
condition is that people live not only for themselves
with open arms lovingly giving and receiving
nightingales will sing over new blue
in an inner strength where peace can grow
@ Bianca & Gerhard
by John Heck |
Categories:
inspirational
Foregoing the fool
A tattered heart slept
In a reticule.
Two drawstrings pulled tight
To obscure the light.
Emotions fraught
With second thought
Perfected a
Silent reply.
Nightingales
With clipped wings
Rarely sing.
Free your
Soul and
Fly!
Dedicated to my wonderfully terrific Father:
02/14/2003
Happy Valentines Day, Dad.
Miss and will always love you, Johnny.
by Matt Caliri |
Categories:
love,
Looking
Over
Velcro
Eyes
Left
Inside
Nightingales
Easter's
Soft
Surrender
by Yasemin Balandi |
Categories:
adventure, blessing, life, love, nature, spring, world,
Spring
Concupiscent foxes tame their offspring
Me thinks this is the first sign of spring.
Bumblebees bombinate above-head
As myriad dark clouds evaporate.
Daffodils undulate to the Zephyr
Snowdrops coruscant like Blake’s Faeries
A kaleidoscopic vision of buds and blooms
In our brittle hearts, making a large room.
Melodic voices of our babes
Joyous and a utopia trace
Nightingales sing a sweet song
Larks perform a pagan dance to the first bloom.
At last, Mother Earth sheds its dead skin
All creatures; great and small sing spring.
by Chris Boskovski |
Categories:
beautiful, deep, for her, love, romantic,
I Hear You Singing
I hear you singing outside my window,
in the beautiful rose gardens.
I see you, my angel, with arms
pointed, stretched out to my heart,
I hear you singing,
joining in those nightingales, who dance
in birdbaths, I love thee,
my one cherished love.
You're the pearl of my soul,
and the peace of my mind,
I hear you call to me,
singing so sweetly.
Come up, my love, come up, my love,
and we shall lay together
till 'morrow's new day goes amaying,
my starlight girl,
sing another song to me,
sing the silvery night away,
put the stars and moon to sleep.
by Eve Roper |
Categories:
imagery, love, nature,
beneath dusk twilight
briskness of the night
off a bumpy quiet foot
path, deeper into
root of virgin forest
towards narrow a patch.
breathless, beneath
thick mixed coppice
nightingales croon,
nature sleeps.
moon views with romantic
pleasure upon scintillating
obsidian hue lake.
natures breath held
briefest of hesitations
fish breaks the surface
ripples sweep swirling
beyond the lake
swept away in darkness.
lovers in a canoe
enthralled by sensation
of nostalgic moon.
2/16/2020
by John Rhinem |
Categories:
hope, life, love,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Theosophias platonic litany as that of
A nightingales animated song....
Reverberating its set piece melodies amid
The ambient skies unto these poesies!?
Endowed in fascinations charisma while as
Standing at this podium of propagations
Timelasped speakers in telekinetic communications
Penetrating, their stimulated projected senses....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
...."Saint Theresa?!"
by Sayeed Abubakar |
Categories:
love,
Bees, birds, winds and all trees say
you were born on 8th May
in a joyous morning
while all nightingales were singing
to celebrate your birth
on earth.
O my Love, my red Princess Rose,
since then, my day comes and day goes,
night comes and passes night,
I, in darkness or light,
adore you and take your sweet smell
and to the world your sovereignty I tell.
by Eve Roper |
Categories:
love, nature,
Warm days have ceased;
Sound of geese flying overhead,
Nightingales serenade
Songs of autumn.
Nature smells thread
On the night breeze
Through ember blaze hues
Leaves on boughs,
Some chased away
Others tucked warmly under
The cover of the canopy.
I lie here enjoying
The twinkling
Of fervor feeling,
Like a plume
Bathed in a warm trance,
Whilst moon rays lengthen
Across the bed,
Clouds blush the
Soft-dying night.
Do they know
A moment of love ?
5/26/2020
by Guill Joseph |
Categories:
love,
Your nature is a painting that gives birth to each warm hue.
My nightingales are free among your clouds and skies.
Your sweet soul and my brother: I live only for these two.
And thoughts of your kind kiss, no earthly thing defies.
I have grown to be a spearman
Of your right hand, noblewoman.
Wife or maiden; your grace will gain my servitude
Because your understanding warmth's a rose skirt
Of soft and chaste loving that I couldn't hurt,
Where beasts yearn to give your heart due gratitude.
by Mick Talbot |
Categories:
childhood, love, memory, true love,
Nightingales, a pair, dueting,
A pair, dueting, dueting.
Music, beauty, unrelenting.
Music, true love it stirred.
They sang with passion, true love flared,
Old true love, true love, true love flared.
Touching where only true love dared.
Touching, old tender hearts.
Late childhood, yes, watching mum, dad,
Yes, watching, watching, watching dad.
A secret still, man, I am glad!
A secret, oh, what if?
Nightingales, a pair, dueting,
A secret, oh, what if?
______________________________________________________
04/24/18
ANY RHYME FORM - AN EARLY CHILDHOOD MEMORY - Poetry Contest, sponsored by Line Gauthier
by Chris Boskovski |
Categories:
beautiful, beauty, earth, flower, poetry, power, rose,
I close my eyes,
and I fall into a dream,
of surrealism.
I awake in a garden
filled with lilacs and roses,
trees tall and full of life,
Nightingales soar high
flapping their wings
and singing their songs of love.
I awaken in a dream
of surrealism and love,
nature surrounds me,
green roots tangle my feet
I fall into quicksand and slowly sink.
I awake and look out my windowpane,
as the evening rain washes away nightmares
the rain tapes at my windowpane.
I slowly close my eyes,
and dream again of beauty and harmony,
of what nature has to offer me!
-9/18/2013-
by Ashek Rahaman |
Categories:
forgiveness, happiness, hope, time,
I wait for the moment
The night to fall
Look up the sky
Stars galore
Nightingales call
Its time to sing
Forget all your pain
Wash away your sins
The moon feels alone
As the whole city sleeps
Out there somewhere
A lonely soul weeps
Forget all your pain
Its time to sing
Let new love come through the door
Through the tears of joy
Let the dawn break in
by Francis J Grasso |
Categories:
love,
Starlight falls from heaven
Like a gentle evening rain.
The moon climbs through the twilight
And love begins again.
Nightingales sing chorus'.
Doves swoon breathlessly.
Evening thrills the anxious heart
With dreams of ecstasy.
….then touch my heart
so it may be-
still as thunder
on a reckless sea.
….hear my spirit's
fervent plea-
light the flame
that died in me.
And when our night has ended
With sunshine from the day,
In the brilliance of the new light,
Old dreams will fade away.
written 2019.01.16
by Wyatt Loethen |
Categories:
allegory, dedication, faith, family, fantasy, happiness, hope, imagination, inspirational, love, passion, romance, seasons, sympathy, teen, uplifting, sweet, me, passion, sweet,
We're at the seasons' end
I won't suffice to their Judgement for We can overcome
I'm sorry I couldnt always be what you wanted me to be,
My dear Marie
But this is my covenant to thee
We were born from the same flame you and I
Without a shame we can discard the pain
compared to our love it is just disdain
The passion can not fly away
My dear sweet marie
This is my covenant to thee
You're my escape when i need flee to The other side of the sea
My single belief, my dear marie
The passion of you and me flies away With the keeper of the bees
Nightingales sleep and dream of our Starcossed beams, my sweet marie, It was meant to be
This is my covenant to thee
by Chris Boskovski |
Categories:
life
The ghost of my past
It still haunts me,
And my love is gone.
That is all.
Cautiously, I render into the future,
But I always go back to the past
That makes me smile, and makes me cry.
Oh my heart it beats to the nightingales
song, and I smile happy to their tune.
But my past haunts me,
And I want to forget,
So I go into the future,
With head held high
And smiling.
That is all.
.3.2.2014.
by Dina Televitskaya |
Categories:
song-
October flies into the gardens
by shaggy bird.
Faces of trees are similar to faces of the sacred.
And there is the silhouette familiar somewhere,
But only the lantern has blinked to him near a house.
A long time ago, nightingales became hoarse and stopped singing,
And only a wind hums about the sun,
about love, and about last summer.
by Ranendra Sawan |
Categories:
crush, depression, heartbroken,
My love is like the fresh fragrance
of youthful blossoms in spring time
My love is like two dancing cranes
blissful to the season’s rhyme
and my love’s like the humming bees
and tender calls of nightingales
my love is like a pleasant breeze
that wanders in the mountain vales
my love is Nature’s sunset art and the soothing cool
of the fairest moon, and diamond stars
that glitter in God’s heavenly pool
But my love is worthless, for though it submits to thee
With my every breath, yet you never seem to see.
by Patricia Sawyer |
Categories:
confusion, devotion, fear, forgiveness, hope, passion,
Hot tears break and burn
thoughts of bitter things
Solitude smothers
empty broken vows
Is it love that I have known
Lonesome nightingales sing