by Vijay Pandit |
Categories:
romantic,
Before the day turned into night
You I saw, what an awesome sight!
A smile of eve, of love and light,
A lovesome theme, my dream did write.
Up high blazed pink arc of the sky,
A spark of joy in purple dye,
A gleeful vibe of sun’s goodbye,
When love in your eyes moon did vie.
You my love, are a dream come true,
For life with you, is life I woo;
On cusp of night, where stars lure you,
To clues of love, the sunset drew.
Pray I now, you will steer my way,
Before this night turns into day.
by Regina Mcintosh |
Categories:
appreciation, light, moon, muse, night, romance, stars,
Moon and stars, up in blackest skies
Breathing softly before night dies
Soon, the gentle sun shall arise,
Blazing beauty, warmth to chastise.
Before the day turned into night,
Peaceful sighs blew in winds of light,
Serene moon, star’s breathe so polite,
Tales of love on hearts she’ll excite.
Soft whispers of music stirring,
In hearts where hopes are recurring,
Amazing that I’m preferring,
Lines thwarted and soon they’re blurring.
Moonlight falls, flowing on the hills,
Perfect love, harmony who thrills.
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
nature,
Before the day turned into night,
the sun was shining big and bright.
It was indeed a wondrous sight
that filled my heart with such delight.
In afternoon there came a breeze
which fluttered leaves upon the trees.
My strands of hair it liked to tease,
but in the heat I felt at ease.
Before long, twilight time had come.
The sky turned rose, and then to plum.
Enchanted by it I’d become.
Such beauty – where does it come from?
The easy answer? From above
comes beauty from our God of love.
by Ink Empress |
Categories:
dream,
Before the day turned into night,
when the sunbeams whirl out of sight,
I'll seize garnet streaks of twilight,
let lamps within heart reignite.
Above hills of hope where stars sail~
quills powdered with gold shall prevail,
and I'll weave this unwritten tale,
dress scars of sky with beaded veil.
I'm a dreamer, longing to hear,
twinkling tunes from an eclipsed sphere,
where tides of love wouldn't be a fear,
while ivory shores unfold near.
I'm the artist of my own night,
drawing diamonds from lunar sight.
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
poetry, word play,
on the verge of love,
mutual discovery unveiled
in their secret world;
lips to lips ,sealed,
hearts in passion pound
ardour's whispers sound;
need unchains desire,
pleasure's fever fans a fire,
each flame thrusting higher;
in duet's crescendo choir
realisation exceeds hope,
promise, with trust elope;
enchantment metamorphose
as love,sublime,grows
Note:
a quatorzain is a stanza or poem of fourteen lines
by Harry Horsman |
Categories:
love hurts,
SECRETS
Breaking shackles of restraint
Is love the lost key?
Heart opened?
FADE TO GREY
I gave away tomorrow
So you have today?
This in lieu?
MECHANICAL RESPONSE
The clock on the wall ticks on
Yet my heart does not?
Sick of life?
© Harry J Horsman 2014
by Phil Capitano |
Categories:
analogy, desire, love,
There is a longing to the sea
When gazing at the glossy floor.
Time and tides roll in and out,
Lonely waves upon distant shores.
A siren’s call from distant ports,
Shipwrecking lips and sunset eyes.
She loves like a tempest and then
The ghostly chill of dark goodbyes.
My creative inspiration
Wrapped in myth and mystery,
An ode to men of fire and steel.
My mistress the luminous sea.
Oh, what romantic tales you weave,
Sweet hope you come yet death you leave.
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
love,
on the verge of love,
mutual discovery unveiled
in their secret world;
lips to lips ,sealed,
hearts in passion pound
ardour's whispers sound;
need unchains desire,
pleasure's fever fans a fire,
each flame thrusting higher;
in duet's crescendo choir
realisation exceeds hope,
promise, with trust elope;
enchantment metamorphose
as love,sublime,grows
Note:
a quatorzain is a stanza or poem of fourteen lines
by Andrew Crisci |
Categories:
introspection,
Sex is not love as assumed...
so what's it's purpose?
To multiply?
by Joel Hawksley |
Categories:
boyfriend, girlfriend, i love you, love, relationship, technology,
A message sent, an icon lights the screen,
Her heart skips with a hope—what will he say?
No flowers now, just words in lines between,
A digital courtship, love found this way.
She reads his thoughts, like whispers through the night,
A photo shared, a smile across the miles,
Though screens divide, emotions take their flight,
A growing bond, unseen but full of trials.
He types a pause, then waits for her reply,
No letters sealed, no hands that reach to hold,
Yet hearts connect, and neither can deny
The dance of love in forms both new and bold.
In virtual spaces, sparks ignite the flame,
Two souls entwined, though life is not the same
by Janice Canerdy |
Categories:
nature, poetry, spring,
Before the day turned into night,
with pen and pad by waning light,
my love of living at its height,
I wrote of all within my sight.
The neighbors’ kids were still at play,
their last hoorah to this fine day.
They’d romp outside till that last ray
was gone. “Come eat,” they would obey.
As last light filtered through the trees,
a bird’s song and a pleasant breeze
awakened sensibilities
to Nature’s tendencies to please.
My rhymes, begun that afternoon,
were finished under stars and moon.
by Constance La France |
Categories:
grief,
people gather,
in grief!
I can feel the deep, pain
the tears!
music melancholy,
prayers!
I hear my name,
and stand!
my hands are, trembling
I read!
my forever love pours,
mother!
my arms held you,
in death!
_______________________________
January 8, 2020
Poetry/Quatorzain/requiem
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1215-011-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for FFI Blog Series 58 - Quatorzain
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
by Terry Miller |
Categories:
war,
Before the day turned into night
when morning dawn seemed clear and bright.
Before, the taste of spent cordite
lingered around one more bomb site.
We sang of love, no war, but peace
why should we fight Vietnamese;
it was just but summer’s caprice;
for we were watched; secret police.
We hate your God! We hate yours, too!
I hate you’re green. I hate you’re blue,
I said it first. Well, go f**k you!
We’ll send a gift, b52!
Before we took our hardline stance
did we ever give peace a chance?
by Joseph May |
Categories:
emotions, heartbreak, love,
The rooster crows to signal dawn
with all the drama it may spawn
and from which lessons will be drawn
Hearts may break, love may linger on
Love's sweet song, it was her delight
Before the day turns into night
Heartbreak's song will echo her plight
and discordant notes will take flight
For someone who she once adored
Has left her heartbeats in discord
A broken song on heartstring's chord
Heartache's price some just cant afford
But like a phoenix in disguise
From heartbreak's ashes love will rise
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
desire, love,
on the verge of love,
mutual discovery unveiled
in their secret world;
lips to lips ,sealed,
hearts in passion pound
ardour's whispers sound;
need unchains desire,
pleasure's fever fans a fire,
each flame thrusting higher;
in duet's crescendo choir
realisation exceeds hope,
promise, with trust elope;
enchantment metamorphose
as love,sublime,grows
by Linda Alice Fowler |
Categories:
longing, love, lust, passion, senses, sensual, sexy,
When dusk induces lusty eyes to tear,
I seek your touch and loving embrace.
Your sensual voice I desire to hear
whispering soft nothings against my face.
The silence of the night consoles me
as you lie beside my shivering form.
Your skin against mine is apogee
with promise of sweet caresses warm.
And when the dawn begins to rise
I find you still within my reach.
You accept my kisses as your prize
and your ardent passion I beseech.
For all the stars are now aligned,
as you lie gentle on my mind.
by Paige Hind |
Categories:
death, grave, introspection, kiss, love, ocean, sea,
The ocean's a drum fault and sheer;
to me, breakout from dark, this sphere,
that the sunk water lapsing veers —
hours of footprints away from here,
Missing this density timeless
with each sanddollar I will wreck,
for today I'm also in shreds —
in the foam, this form, it lays death.
Like as the deep deep, her I love,
and I loved still, her back to run —
her buoy pushed under, then gone,
only passing wind in seagulls
This kiss in and out seamouth's tide —
on water, moon's curled by her side.