by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
9th grade, angst, anxiety, death, i love you, i miss you, imagery,
It's a little too quiet now,
I can't hear the love in his voice.
And yet, the sound of his laughter
is oft overheard in my dreams.
Since he died and went to heaven
it's a little too quiet now.
And all that I took for granted,
morphed into precious memories.
His final goodbye broke my heart
and I could hear me screaming no.
It's a little too quiet now,
and the silence is deafening.
I pray to a merciful God
to keep him alive in my thoughts.
His heartbeat was my symphony,
it's a little too quiet now.
(Quatern)
08/23/2020
by Lycia Harding |
Categories:
assonance, autumn, heartbreak, remember, sad love, summer, winter,
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When Winter comes, remember me
beside you on those ivory sands
If frozen fingers reach for thee,
arise and fling aside her hands
As you awake on shortening days,
when Winter comes, remember me
We'll pray that Frost forsake his grays
and set arrays of color free
Light snow may fall so subtly,
bright notes on parchment sheer as sleet,
when Winter comes. Remember me,
that I might play each shimmering sheet
Short interlope of Summer gone,
I'm owed no scope of reverie
but hope you will, from this day on,
when Winter comes, remember me....
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by John Gondolf |
Categories:
death, loss, lost love,
Muted Echoes
The echoes of piano notes
play softly in my mournful mind
as melody so gently floats
like ghosts of songs she left behind.
My memories are brought to bear,
the echoes of piano notes
forever floating in the air,
as lumps well up in saddened throats.
This winter day we don our coats
to lay her body down to rest;
the echoes of piano notes
show sadness in our hearts expressed.
The instrument sits dormant now;
its presence quietly emotes
her playing, as our thoughts allow
the echoes of piano notes.
January 28, 2020
by Elaine George |
Categories:
lost love,
As raindrops grace my windowpane,
My thoughts return to you again;
Beneath those cliffs of 'Evermore',
That morn along that rocky shore.
My mind ablaze, in that old flame,
As raindrops grace my windowpane;
Beneath those veils of silver mist,
Drenched in the bliss, of that first kiss.
Lost lover to that ocean's roar,
Cannon, the one that I adore;
As raindrops grace my windowpane,
I am consumed by you again.
A soul on fire, now set adrift,
I sail beneath those purple cliffs;
Upon a sea of joy and pain,
As raindrops grace my windowpane.
Written: January 29th, 2016
by john freeman |
Categories:
allegory, truth,
In ponderings of wanderings
Of contemplations incomplete
In one’s life are found blunderings
All human concepts have conceit
Bound of the precept of the truth
In ponderings of wanderings
Serpent slithers, always aloof
Nary a proof of his spawning
Many lives he is squandering
His power is in his disguise
In ponderings of wanderings
By pretentious love, his devise
Lifting the voices of trumpet
Of truth never the plundering
The love of truth is triumphant
In ponderings of wanderings
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In honor of Dr Ram
And contest
by Barbara Gorelick |
Categories:
lost love,
I was wrong to think that roses would last forever
You brought them to me that day so long ago
My heart was captured by your boyish smile
You were not yet a man and that I didn't know
We made promises and our hearts were glad
But you were gone when life began to show its face
Now I'm left with only those dry and brittle roses
And memories of that time that I can not erase
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
day,
Oh, Friday, I am in your thrall!
Rain may pour and snow may fall,
I’ll love you, Friday, anyway,
for I will just stay home and play.
Sometimes my work week seems to crawl.
Oh, Friday, I am in your thrall
because you are my weekend’s start.
“Thank God it’s Friday” shouts my heart!
A movie I will likely see.
There’s more time too for family!
Oh, Friday, I am in your thrall
because I will not work at all.
So many plans for me to hatch.
Perhaps I’ll make a meal from scratch.
No matter what, I’ll have a ball!
Oh, Friday, I am in your thrall.
March 1, 2018 for Silent One's Friday Feeling Contest
(My work week ends on Thursday, so Friday begins my weekend!)
by Seren Roberts |
Categories:
funeral,
she wore her black gown with such aplomb
proud and alone followed to the tomb
sad though she was to lose her man
can she cope on her own, yes she can
the grey graveyard ,with an open tomb
she wore her black gown with such aplomb
lifting her head all could perceive
the tears falling as she stood to leave
her eyes misted tears starting to fall
remembering when love conquered all
she wore her black gown with such aplomb
she gave a last look at the tomb
friends became lovers as time progressed
loyal to the grave their love confessed
as they gathered and wept around the tomb
she wore her black gown with such aplomb.
penned 28 January 2016
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
mother son,
By my grave, soberly you stand
this bleak and barren winter's day.
Some flowers you hold in your hand.
Will you have anything to say?
Or will you - as always - silent be?
By my grave, soberly you stand.
So few kind words you'd had for me
when my hour glass ran out of sand.
Little from you did I demand,
and love I gave you from the start.
By my grave, soberly you stand.
Love has to be there in your heart!
I think about your childhood years
At least a few of them were grand!
You speak! In your voice I hear tears!
By my grave soberly you stand.
9/18 for Silent One's Poems that paint a picture 2
and now for John Hamilton's Best Rhyming poem July-September 2017
by Phillip Rollings |
Categories:
angel, dedication, inspiration, love, poetess,
To poetry she said good-bye
Now I live with a Broken Heart
Her words could make me laugh or cry
Or tear my inner soul apart
In a devastating Free Verse
To poetry she said good-bye
My inkless quill rides in a hearse
As an uninspired quill must die
Skat's words: an image to the eye
Emotions, feelings, come to life
To poetry she said goodbye
A requiem; bagpipes and fife
Read the words from her loving heart
Believing there's no reason why
An Angel of Poetic Art
To poetry she said good-bye
Dedicated to Skat A Respectfully submitted...Flipper
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
love hurts,
A cynosure is he for me -
Night’s diamond beaming brilliantly;
The star I search for in the sky.
When seeing it, I have to sigh!
My emerald and red ruby -
A cynosure is he for me.
A pearl washed up from ocean’s floor
Now shining on a moonlit shore.
A sapphire’s sparkle in the sun;
Most beautiful and precious one!
A cynosure is he for me
Though to him - I’m nothing, sadly.
I long to gleam within his sight.
If I but had his dazzling light,
A cynosure for him I’d be!
A cynosure is he for me.
Written June 25, 2016
for the Cynosure Poetry Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
by Joseph May |
Categories:
imagination,
I imagined her as a poem
Perhaps as graceful as an elm
I'd love if she were a sonnet
All aglow in a pink bonnet
Like a red rose upon the stem
I imagined her as a poem
Just swaying in the falling rain
with the rhythm of a dizain
Perhaps she was a villanelle
With the charm of a terzanelle
I imagined her as a poem
She could be either one of them
Her words upon the page would chime
Flowing with beauty, like a rhyme
With lustre of a precious gem....
I imagined her as a poem
by Diana Dinca |
Categories:
lost love, love hurts, meaningful, metaphor, philosophy, psychological,
I’ve got poison on my lips
And in my glass, red wine.
I’ve got you in my bloodstream
And this porcelain heart of mine.
I’ve got oceans in my veins
And to sail them, you alone.
I’ve got a blood-stained hurricane
And you wear my poison as cologne.
You’ve got a storm beneath your skin
And then a storm’s what you become.
I’ve got my fire to remind you
Who burned and made you come undone.
See more at: http://dixiepoetry.wordpress.com
by Lin Lane |
Categories:
longing,
If my thirst for love, I could quench
my heart would beat in rhythmic sound
and not be saddened, torn in wrench
Happiness would be joy unbound
Hunger to be wanted, sated
if my thirst for love, I could quench.
For eons of time I've waited
Lonely wallflower on a bench
Sorrowful tears, my clothes in drench.
Embers would glow in my heart's fire
if my thirst for love, I could quench.
At last I'd be filled with desire
Where is the one of whom I dream
To his love, I shall ever clench.
I'd search each silvery moonbeam
If my thirst for love, I could quench
......................................
June 4th 2017
Broken Wing's "Q" Form
by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
12th grade, angst, anxiety, depression, fear, feelings, imagery,
When life is secretly scary,
you search your mind for a safe place.
And try blocking reality
with tricks of imagination.
Anxiety begins to climb
when life is secretly scary.
And paranoia stalks your thoughts,
overshadowing happiness.
Ghosts of buried memories haunt
yesterdays, morphing into tears.
When life is secretly scary,
love retreats into wishful dreams.
But dreams only last for one night
and fantasies not long at all.
You cannot escape from your fears
when life is secretly scary.
(Quatern)
6/23/2018
by DONALD RODDY |
Categories:
love
SOFT AND SEXY BROWN EYES,
HAIR LIKE THAT OF SILK,
WITH LIPS THE TASTE OF HONEY,
AND SKIN AS SMOOTH AS MILK.
FULL AND SENUOUS BODY,
WITH BOSSOMS SOFT AND TRUE,
I SEE THEASE VISSIONS IN MY MIND,
WHENEVER I THINK OF YOU.
TO COVER YOU WITH WHIPCREAM,
AND LAY YOU ON THE BED,
AND LICK OFF EVERY MORSAL,
FROM YOUR FEET UP TO YOUR HEAD.
I DON'T MEAN TO BE SO CRUDE,
BUT SUCH A JOY I THINK WOULD BE,
JUST TO HAVE YOUR TENDR BODY ,
FOR ONLY ME TO SEE.
by Joyce Johnson |
Categories:
love, beauty, beauty, may,
To a less than discerning eye
Illusive beauty is not found.
An artist may observe it there
In any ordinary thing.
There is beauty not apparent
To a less than discerning eye,
Clear to an enchanted lover
Gazing at his beloved one’s face.
A child may think of his mother
As being the fairest of fair.
To a less than discerning eye
Her innate beauty is not seen.
We each observe in our own way
This world in which we all must share.
The beauty that we find not there
To a less than discerning eye.
Rewritten for correct form
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
love,
We met along the sandy shore
your sparkling blue I did adore
that dreamy look I didn't doubt
waves rushing in then rushing out
I wonder what life had in store
we met along the sandy shore
secrets shared under stars of bright
a gleaming hope throughout the night
The sun arose before we knew
you kissing me, I kissing you
we met along the sandy shore
secluded spots we both explore
Holding close as desire craves
we're overcome by crashing waves
romantic scenes one can't ignore
we met along the sandy shore
by Tirzah Conway |
Categories:
lovelove,
I will always love you more,
I whispered in his ear;
The only one that I adore,
No need for you to fear;
Never will I change my mind,
I will always love you more;
A love like ours can’t be confined,
It needs room to explore;
Eternal love you can’t ignore,
And no matter what you do;
I will always love you more,
My gift from me to you;
I can feel it deep within my soul,
Like nothing I’ve felt before;
And though I may lose all control,
I will always love you more.
~5th Place in the "One Good Quatern Deserves Another" Contest by Joe Flach~
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
pain,
After the laughter comes the pain.
This I have learned and learned it well.
Can what I once had come again -
such bliss to cause my heart to swell?
Each sun-filled day, each sweet caress!
After the laughter comes the pain;
but after knowing such happiness,
I can’t say that it was in vain.
After the sunshine comes the rain,
washing away the golden glow.
After the laughter comes the pain.
The love; the joy; where did it go?
Like raindrops ever falling on
my windowpane, this sad refrain
remains - Black nights that have no dawn!
After the laughter comes the pain.
Aug. 16, 2019 for Joseph May's One In Four Poetry Contest
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
christmas,
Most beautiful is Christmas Day -
remembrance of the newborn King.
How beautiful when people pray
and praises to the good Lord sing.
How sweet when joy rings in the air.
Most beautiful is Christmas Day
when those we love are with us there
and we can hear kind words they say.
How beautiful the babe that lay
inside a manger – Prince of Peace!
Most beautiful is Christmas Day.
May hope and love worldwide increase.
How beautiful are children’s faces
when with kin they laugh and play.
Happily we give embraces!
Most beautiful is Christmas Day.
Nov. 17, 2022
for the Most Beautiful Christmas Poem Poetry Contest of Mystic Rose Rose
by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, emotions, feelings, imagery, love,
Souls lost in the ether of time
search the corners of forever.
And wishes not tethered to love,
oft slip into oblivion.
Frustration obscures the path of
souls lost in the ether of time.
And yet, love's formidable force
fuels hopes to keep on trying.
There are no trail posts or markers
mapping the route to happiness.
Souls lost in the ether of time,
feel separated and lonely.
Exceptional in every way,
love’s an everlasting feeling
And its eternal light seeks out
souls lost in the ether of time.
(Quatern)
03/27/2020
by HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories:
death, god, jesus, life, love,
Before Death
With pain and sorrow, I share my bed
I cry to know that I am dead
Empty tears Forever shed
Eons of Eternity
The sins of passion
Lust and deceit
Can only
End in
Death
After Life
Walking the rainbows, talking with GOD
God's Loving Heart, He shares with me
Destiny - Eternity
Eons of Forever
His Love, Light, Life: shines
Thank-YOU JESUS
GOD's Glory
LENORE
LIFE
Dedicated to Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
AUTHOR NOTE: Two concepts in one POEM
With the same Form I have several more in
Haiku, Senryu, Crystalline, and Quatern
by Roy Jerden |
Categories:
love, romance,
And when you look at me once more
a little smile, a passing glance,
I look at you and cross the floor,
to beg if I might have this dance.
You shyly dance, and look aside,
and when you look at me once more,
with fairy face and eyes so wide,
I want to dance forevermore.
A tender kiss our lips explore,
with pounding heart and soul in flight,
and when you look at me once more,
I pray I've found my love tonight.
A passion that I can't disguise,
this kiss that touched my very core,
and then I see it in your eyes,
and when you look at me once more.
January 24, 2016
by Faye Gibson |
Categories:
lost love,
So quickly gone our perfect day,
softly fading in ombre gray;
we loved, lying in grasses sweet,
mist mountain shrouded and discreet.
Pink pearled the clouds like china clay--
so quickly gone our perfect day--
dangled above the mountain rim;
pearled the wine kisses I offered him.
We strolled hay scented meadows, fair;
he laced white daisies through my hair;
so quickly gone our perfect day
for night swooped down, dark bird of prey.
Sometimes a day almost like that
makes me wistful, heart acrobat
contriving to return that way,
so quickly gone our perfect day.
Copyright, January 23, 2016