angst, conflict, depression, fate, love hurts, sorrow,
by Susan Ashley |
I see the future
in the constellation of my crystal tears
as you siphon the sparkle off what’s left of my joy.
Heavy is my heart where you spread your composting ego
sacrificing my fire.
to ascend from darkness
on wings of breath and light
is not lost on me..
as you strut your fan of peacock plumes
snuffing out any hope
for my flickery flame.
July 19, 2018
~ Third Place ~
Contest: Any July 2018 Poem
Sponsor: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
~ POTD ~
July 21, 2018
by Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick |
Soft sunlight streams through Nimbus clouds
A sign, a foretaste of coming spring
When hills and fields bring forth rich foliage
From humble green grass to royal heather
Flaunting peacock colors to honor the day
As clouds release their crystalline drops
Lovers’ laughter echoes as they run for shelter
B’neath the old willow tree, they stand; lost in warm embrace
Soon, a hush will fall as sweet jasmine floats
When hungry lips taste the first kiss of spring
Note: For Russell's "Spring Showers" Contest
by Panagiota Romios |
day and night.
to stay together.
bright as a peacock
Some think memories
only exist in the past.
Wrong, mine are as
fresh as today's flower
in a crystal glass!
by Pandita Sanchez |
Holding On To Love (Ten Word Challenge - 2)
Not even the TACTILE, brown sands of time can erase
my Beloved’s LUSCIOUS taste. BITTERSWEET dreams
wrapped in pink ribbons arouse my soul like QUIESCENT,
rhythmic raindrops tip-tip-toeing on AMBIVALENT seashores.
FLAMBOYANT and ARCANE as a rare, white peacock,
my Beloved is the QUINTESSENCE of my being.
His love requires not the IMMOLATION of self.
For he’s my INTERCESSOR guiding me through
the shadows of night into the clarity of day.
Contest: Ten Word Challenge - 2
Sponsor: John Hamilton
by BENEDICT JOHN |
caregiving, dance, beautiful, beautiful, dance,
It’s raining, it’s raining
Come see the peacock dance
How beautiful it looks
With its wings that look like small, feathery fans
When it starts to rain
It’s beautiful to see the peacocks dance
We love to gaze at the beautiful sight
And do not want to miss the chance
It’s such a wonder
To see them dance so gracefully
That we should accept to surrender
Our pride when we see them dance
We should not cut tress
So that we can see them dance in peace
by Jack Ellison |
My son Scottie and me
Are like two peas in a pod
The word “clone” certainly comes to mind
His humour is the same
His carefree look at life matches mine
There is no mistaking Scottie boy is my son
He's also inherited my creative genes
Following in his Daddy's footsteps
A techie version of his old man
Did I mention I'm proud of my Scottie
Does a bear poop in the woods
Of course I'm proud as a peacock
I love this boy!
He's now in his late forties
But he will always be my boy!
© Jack Ellison 2014
by Mario DE PAZ |
Some people “culture” holding
Maintains far the others
Their “unculture” scolding,
Assuming peacock feathers.
I, being a scientist with skill,
Always was close to all
Trying to achieve their will
For democratic culture call.
I think no culture may ever be for few
And common language can be used
To carry beauty and love for true
While complex words are often abused.
Intuition and discovery are at hand
For everybody if stimulated well
Knowledge construction may be grand
If arrogant judgmental are sent to hell!
Contest: ..... I, Icon 4/18/2015
by Brian Strand |
animals, funny, nature
a come hither
by JAN ALLISON |
Flicking back her mane of auburn hair
She sweeps into the room as proud as a peacock
All eyes turn to admire her ravishing beauty
She smiles, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth
Her emerald eyes sparkle
A single crystal clear tear glistens – she hastily wipes it away
Gliding along the aisle she stands next to the man she loves
He mouths to her I love you
She stands in complete silence …
The only words she utters are I DO!
by A K Das Mridul |
When the sharp addiction of love
Thrust the illuminate sense at the door of heart,
The poisonous fallen memories then
Arrive and gather all around.
When in silent cry for failure
The tear roams streaking down,
The waves of crazy love then
Stand like a peacock screening tail.
When the power of bodily sensation
Raise stimulation in every blood cell,
The dew bath white flowers then
Fall by the ruthless desperation of time.
When the strong enticement of love
Invokes romance making tune in the air,
In the unrest mind then
Is blowing wayward storm of the time.
by john loving iii |
bible, bird, faith,
one day the flightless peacock
got a message from above
and when it filled his heart
he gave the message to a dove
when he received it he knew it was true
this was something special
and to all the world it should be flew
the dove gave it to a crane
and the crane gave it to a duck
which went south for the winter
where the message was also brought
but then the dragon got word
and he didn't like it at all
he flew around the world
saying the message was false
but all the birds knew it
and the woodpecker too
the message of God's love
is very, very true
(This goes with a presentation of origami birds and a dragon that can flap their wings.)
by Connie Marcum Wong |
This love of mine.
A rainbow concealed,
He would not reveal his
many colors until he
felt I would respond in kind to
his glorious, colorful romance.
As years increase I remain spellbound still!
© 2011 Connie Marcum Wong
by Tahera Mannan |
Green and golden vibrantly shines
on soft red lines
as summer dew
is gentle blue
The hues of the peacock feather
in all weather
fills one with love
in gentle cove
Silver blessings fall from above
labour of love
a bird of gold
By- Tahera Mannan
Contest- Just A Minute!
by Surajit Dahal |
heartbreak, heartbroken, i love you, i miss you, lost love, love, love hurts,
What love I owe?
I see you and I bow
Indifferent to the World
Lost in your hair and curl.
Your eyes full of adventure,
I can see me and our future.
Mesmerized by your nimble limbs
My temperature grows as steam
Holding hands and I can't speak
Quiet I stay and I sneak...
Enchanting the beauty and praising
As a peacock in the meadow, gazing.
by Asif Andalib |
life, love, passion, romance,
Don’t think I am a laughing-stock
I will make tonight an epoch
Baby all my limbs want to talk
I want to rock you like hard rock
We are two birds that make a flock
I am tick tock you are the clock
On your heart’s door I want to knock
Though I have the key of its lock
You are blackboard my tongue is chalk
I want to kiss you like peacock
And hug you like electric shock
You are my prey I am a hawk
by Anita sharma |
beauty, blessing, care, deep, devotion, first love, romance,
he said Come,
stay with me.
be my girlfriend,
we shall dance and sing,,,
will give you flower ring
will fly high with soar wings
will sit upon rocks,
Seeing birds in flocks,
walk by shallow rivers,
ooh watch valleys hills and fields,
woods, groves and mountain yields,
nightingale singing melodies,
peacock dancing wings open,
squirrels giggling kissing,
deer hunting lover down.
will make flower bed,
million fragrant roses,
a gown made of Fuchsia,
pink blue slippers for cold,
a necklace of diamond gold,
he said Come
stay with me,
be my girlfriend.
by Sara Kendrick |
Peacock lent pose
Intent on love
by nikhileswari swaminathan |
age, art, bird, change, emotions, feelings, for him,
P eacock, the bird of love as it signifies,
E nthralls with its charm and delightful plumage,
A s it rains my heart ecstatically beats,
C adence to the swinging hues,
O ver and over my heart beats go,
C raving for my beloved,
K nows not my heart is swayed away by him
by Suresh Iyer |
angst, devotion, hope, lost love, love, passion, romanceme, me,
You left me in the lurch why
I long for your love
Your memories haunt me
Coddled with roses, chuck me why
The petals have faded yet
The thorns do not prick
Hate me, don’t ignore me why
Like a peacock lingers for rains
I seek your presence
I can’t forget you why
I am ready to forgive you
Fall back in your arms
I want you to read this why
I can’t write poetry avaunt
These are lexis from my heart
by Ali Adhab |
art, beautiful, body, eve, imagery, inspiration, smile,
A fine beauty blended the waves of sea
Sparkling eyes, like stars of christmas tree
Mystery throngs the atmosphere of her existence
Her scent fills the wind, recognizable from distance
She walks like a peacock, speaks like a dove
Like a heavenly angel, sent from above
Modest and humble, selective, with thoughts
She writes of love and beauty with countless dots
Melancholy, but joy behind the showing smile
Determined to win the race of thousand and one mile
Is it mystery? Or craving love is what she need
Unless she speaks, it will be a secret indeed
by Danton Wolfe |
Life is colour
Colour is life
Shrines, mosques, churches
Poverty and riches
The two extremes
A beggar's hand
A ruler's feet
Murderers kill in the dark
Children play in the light
Laughter roams he streets
Love does not hide
Dance, sound and music
Bright festivals under the sun
Food is mixed with spice
India is colour
by chipepo lwele |
PS;The poem about birds, insects,fishes,man,body parts
seeds,,organic manure,flowers,and firmament.
by Bette Bavington |
cute, funny, girlfriend, hilarious, humorous, life, love,
This guy declared I will knock
At your door even if I become a laughingstock.
I am thankful you live on the first floor
I don't want to cause an uproar
Or send you in to shock.
I feel we have interlocked.
I am like a male peacock
Declaring my love to whom I adore.
He declared I will knock
Furthermore according to my clock
I have been out here an hour waiting for you to
Turn the lock.
You please to open the door.
Hello! There jock. Your girlfriend lives on the
Why don't you go over there and knock.
by Jack Ellison |
Looks like this geezer
Will live on forever
When I'm out for a stroll
Gait's light as a feather
Most folks mistake me
For a much younger dude
They think I'm bout forty
Don't want to be rude
So they guess around fifty
Some sixty or so
Certainly don't blame them
My age doesn't show
I'm proud as a peacock
This image I'm showing
For a man in my seventies
My pride's overflowing
Owe it to a life filled with joy
Singing happy songs
Shooing away nasty clouds
Sun shines all day long
© Jack Ellison 2013
by Francis Osho |
blushing sky red with blood
shades of maddened fury release
before glittering stars rehearse
practice to swallow night
depth of darkness embrace the ocean
death of endless ego
blue peacock spreads the wing
dancing rain kissing the brown virgin earth
you are calm and delicate