by Gregory Richard Barden |
Categories:
analogy,
my fingertips
touch ...
tender, but with melodic intent
you tremble
just SO ...
and sigh sweetly
the delightful answer
to my questioning hands
a gentle press ...
your supple curves against me
fitting me like dovetail
your quivers ...
soft-thrumming my flesh
matching your moans
the hushing pulse of your body
urges me on ...
your swan-like neck
satin beneath my hot palm
as it moves lower
pressing ...
deft digits dancing across you
like a wild Spaniard
we are ... one
our purpose, the same
oh, sing to me now
let my passion be your cry
let our lullabies of love and desire
move souls ...
and ache hearts
my beloved ...
guitar.
by Ink Empress |
Categories:
deep,
when air-brushed stars croon..
my soul sways, tied to the moon
lost in twinkling tune
seeking for rose light
from plum reveries tonight~
questioning twilight..
am I not fine art
metered refrain to restart
music of your heart..
but will rivers heed
thoughts that stream in neon fields~
of teal auroras ..
swirling and twirling…
vinyl rhythms of warm astral~
spirits cloaked in sage…
in silence, I dream
in a bed of lilac clouds~
of you, me, and love..
by Lin Lane |
Categories:
lost love, memory,
I cannot brush away tiny grains of sand
as the waves can reclaim them for the sea,
nor sweep clean my memories of a man,
as if love we had was not meant to be.
A mystery it is to those who are
questioning the moon for ruling the tide.
After years of passion, now a tug of war.
His spoils of battle are tears I can't hide.
In weak moments, I drift in reveries
of walks on this beach, of holding his hand,
time spent in laughter; loving memories.
He threw us away, I don't understand.
Footsteps leave prints, washed out by ebb and flow.
I cry in vain, caught in love's undertow.
by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
daughter, emotions, feelings, love, mother,
As you peruse stacks of old photographs,
sentimental tears guide your memories.
Drowning in a sea of yesterdays, you
serendipitously find Mom's letters.
In your rush to grow up and leave home, her
advice was met with frustration, and yet
without protest, she swallowed her pride and
applauded every milestone you achieved.
Time takes you back to when she last held you;
stirring emotions you forgot you had.
You never told her that you loved her, and
questioning your heart, you begin to cry.
Isn't it weird how much you miss her talks now?
Alone, you deal with the hurt you're feeling
by garnering love from a broken heart.
(2nd Letter Acrostic spelling “Serendipitously”)
by Frederic Parker |
Categories:
poetry,
A lonely voice pierces the quiet night,
and speaks to no one in this saddest dark.
Though stars aloft hold a comfort and delight.
They shine not for me this night's journeys arc.
The face I seek fades in a tear stained sky,
stripped of her breath in a final minute.
Questioning still, reasons as for the why,
this cold lifeless world without love in it.
Hands stretch to the sky, in its dark they remain,
finding nothing to grasp, trembling still,
to reach into this hollow dark in pain,
and finds palms empty, to never fill.
To hear the heart calling in quiet night.
To find darkness envelops any light
by Panagiota Romios |
Categories:
bird, love, moon,
Lovers in the Moonlight
If only God had made me a bluebird,
It's straight to your nest I would fly.
To feel the warmth of you again,
Never questioning~ why.
Lovers in the moonlight, we.
Perched in a fragrant apple tree.
Watching stars zoom rhapsodically.
While you flutter your eyes at me,romantically.
Oh, the thought of us together!
Doth make my feathers shake and shimmer.
My bird of eternity, soul of my soul,
My eternal love and sole soul's winner.
August 3, 2020
1:30pm PST
by Robin Davis |
Categories:
grief, heartbreak, love hurts, relationship,
I can not get past the fact
You were putting on an act
All the years we were in love
Now push is coming to shove
As I find out how you feel
Wasn't as sincere or real
How could I have been so blind
I was true, in love and kind
To you every single day
Now your throwing it away
The only reason that you say
Is you can not hurt me this way
As I'm asking through my tears
Why pretend year after year
You softly touch me on the sleeve
As you turn around to leave
Whispering a sad goodbye
Both our hearts questioning why
This lie you lived for quite a while
Wasn't the romantic style
That your heart was searching for
As you slowly close the door
by Delice Arleen Skelly |
Categories:
life, memory,
Yesterday when I was in youthful prime
Questioning nothing the whole world was mine
Without fear, I met each and every day
Wish it were possible to stay that way.
Decades have sped by and now in old age
Memories abound with me they engage
As my eyesight grows dim recall is bright
Love burns with passion it did not take flight.
Alone but not lonely each day must face
Youthful echoes I willingly embrace
Each hour my mind wanders to far-off years
I smile remembering no time for tears.
by Alainey Craig |
Categories:
children, forgiveness,
When a child's placed in foster care,
it gets shuffled from heart to heart.
And a link in the chain of love,
goodbyes precede every new start.
Hopeful eyes explore each fresh face,
wanting to experience norms.
Yet intolerance and half-truths,
often spawn emotional storms.
Love’s only an empty promise,
whispered by a slick silver tongue.
And it's a word best forgotten,
meaningless to a heart so young.
They are shackled to hope and fear,
feelings felt from an early age.
And they start questioning their fate,
succumbing to their inner rage.
They've become undesirable,
discarded souls of a yesterday.
For these children are considered
troublesome and sent on their way
by Charles Henderson |
Categories:
marriage,
Find I you, not musing in bliss of love.
In reverie crushed of silent lament,
Pray, let me hear the rant you gave thereof,
of love’s self destructing ensuing bent,
within the hall of whores, how the young doves
who were slain in the prime of their youth spent
purity and goodness without repent.
Your chastity is questioning its trove?
Perhaps you alone should decide the deed.
The time and place, flavor of the choosing.
We can put off the wedding if needs be.
But a mutual loss schemed in musing,
which fulfills a vow that you both shall feed
Shall last longer than the actual deed.
by Kristin Reynolds |
Categories:
nature, peace
Average? No, no - that’s just not for me,
Questioning everything’s where I must be.
Universally speaking, the stars are my home;
Art is my passion, where free-mind can roam;
Receptive and open I love, give and dream,
Ideas come quickly – I say what I mean;
Unique is my forte, I’m kind and I’m cool;
Sweeping, far-reaching - I make my own rules!
*inspired by Danielle's Acrostic Astrology Contest
by A.O. Taner |
Categories:
beautiful, cute love, dedication, deep, desire, destiny, devotion, emotions, encouraging, fantasy, feelings, for her, friendship, happiness, happy, hyperbole, love, metaphor, nice, passion, relationship, repetition, romance, romantic, soulmate, uplifting, woman, women,
since the beginning
-perhaps even earlier-
we became two dots on a circle,
you and I,
on the circle of like souls,
both vicious and virtuous,
but never once questioning why
we moved and travelled
day and night
our speeds varied
so did the directions
we ran into each other,
many times,
often short and sweet
only not to say good-bye
the circle itself turned
and shrank or expanded
perhaps constantly
but we didn't feel any of that
since we've set our eyes
on each other only
as we shall until the day we lie.
by Rosemarie Rowley |
Categories:
addiction, gothic, moon, mystery, sad love, vanity,
THE B.T.N. (BETTER THAN NOTHING) LOVE
If I had faced then the lonely hall,
The black entrance into my own absence
If I had not lifted the phone to call
Each acquaintance, would I be so tense
But my urge to love and live is so immense
These cradling arms of plastic only stale
And I am ridiculous and intense
And all rejection like a ragman’s bale
With waves of pain beating on the wall
Crying to someone, somewhere, to speak sense -
My questionable right to love you all
Somehow in absence, seems that more intense,
Yet can be measured in this dying squall,
As I am waiting for your questioning call.
by Vee Bdosa |
Categories:
abuse, betrayal, break up, love hurts,
THE DEATH OF LOVE
Love has no answer to the questioning
inborn from pain of losing Love, the game,
and all the restless nights this loss may bring,
can only heap more mis'ry on the same.
There's never understanding when love's done,
just emptiness--it eats you bit by bit,
and so the nights are long, the hope is none,
but life, sweet life goes on in spite of it.
So do not ask me what my plans might be,
in making none; I claim the best of all,
to see me through what you've provided me;
by failing in our love, you've made life stall.
Just leave! I'll wish you well, until the thought
tonight that you are gone, is all I've got.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
by Jeremy Smith |
Categories:
lost, lost love, memory, sad,
As a full moon lit up the cold night sky
helping a lonely man find his lost love
spotting her, he now pleads frantically
for her to respond to his loving call
she walks lazily on the icy road
once she was reached he moved her to safety
pausing to look into her empty eyes
not seeing the woman he once married
lost somewhere in her mind as she shivered
he kept questioning without an answer
fearing now, she might be lost forever
7/19/2017
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
love,
Just
like
penguins
that know when
to leave the sea and
make that long cold march that leads them
to their mate, I too am drawn from all security,
with no questioning, to begin the journey that I know will surely lead me to you.
Inspired by the movie "March of the Penguins" and
the Fibonacci Poetry Contest of rob carmack
by Zack Brule |
Categories:
cute love, depression, feelings, heartbroken, love hurts, together, trust,
I LOVE YOU can be communicated and heard
But the action of LOVE is more than just words
It's more than just letters
It should be used as a verb
An action that is given
A feelng so superb
REAL LOVE last forever
And true LOVE never fades
If you say that "you have loved"
I will be questioning your faith
Because REAL LOVE last forever
It doesn't gradually just change
It's a feeling deep with in
that nothing should persuade
The four letter word used by many
depending on the language
Some letters are prone to change
Although the definition remains the same
So when I say I LOVE YOU
I mean it so sincerely
I end it with your name.
Je T'aime
Zack Brule
by Kimberly Heller |
Categories:
dream, feelings, happy, love, nature, romance, summer, true love,
Sweet summer set amid moonlight
rest young poised perfection.
Lying supine among stars
questioning inquisition.
Endless night let not be dawn
Thou hast dreamt this far too long.
March 13, 2016
by Christina Larmon |
Categories:
uplifting
Sour grapes make for the most
bitter wine.
I drink from it daily
Seeing lives I wish to lead
Moments I wish were mine
Familiarity breeds contempt
Brewing this hatred inside
No longer happy for you
No longer living through you
But resenting you
Questioning, why you
Not me
Turning all these sweet things
sour
Turning all this love into
rancour
Turning these brown eyes,
green
Filling my glass to the rim
I take another sip.
by Gail Foster |
Categories:
christian, christmas, community, confusion, light, spoken word, truth,
Church on Christmas Eve
Experience of spirit
Secular delight
Candles flickering
Stirred by one communal breath
Casting bright shadows
The choir whispering
Mournful cadenced melodies
That bless the silence
Drunken folk giggling
Respectfully hiccupping
Noisy chundering
Strange and precious faith
The uninitiated
Wary, questioning
Through agnostic eyes
Such peculiar mystery
Custom, novelty
The truth hides in love
Ancient priests and children know
It’s simplicity
The door is opened
Out in to the night The Word
Flies on sacred wings
Midnight mass; the light
In darkness comprehending
Emptiness with joy
by Gail
by Aleera De La Keur |
Categories:
angst, animals, death, depression, devotion, family, loss, love, people, pets, philosophy, sad
Ailing baby cats die exacting fear grief having inevitably just killed loving mothers not
only plainly questioning reasons some things understanding vile wrong-doing xanax yields
zealousness.
by Vee Bdosa |
Categories:
death, divorce, heartbreak, loneliness,
THE DEATH OF LOVE
Love has no answer to the questioning
that's born from pain of losing in the game,
and all the restless nights this loss may bring,
can only heap more mis'ry on the same.
There's never understanding when love's done,
just emptiness that eats you bit by bit,
and so the nights are long, the hope is none,
but life, sweet life goes on in spite of it.
So do not ask me what my plans might be,
in making none; I claim the best of all,
to see me through what you've provided me;
by failing in your love, you've brought my fall.
So leave! I'll wish you well, until the thought
tonight that love has died, is all I've got.
© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
by Tanya Lerose |
Categories:
dedication, self,
No question
No change
Change to begin
Change to understand
Understand the defeat
Understand the loss
Loss of hope
Loss of self
Self defeated
Self worth
Worth trying
Worth sharing
Sharing ideas
Sharing life
Life alone
Life of questioning
Questioning my capability
Questioning my expectations
Expectations of understanding self
Expectations of love
Love others
Love self
Self giving
Self fulfilling
Fulfilling your life
Fulfilling a promise
Promise to try
Promise of a future of love
Love to take
Love to give
Give
Take
by Stephen Allen |
Categories:
life, love, passion,
Leaves fade and die beyond their season,
Falling to dried grass, never questioning the reason.
All things end, beyond a whispered promise,
The purest intent, reality and time paying homage.
Love sadly forgotten, never knowing the reason,
Fades, festers and dies beyond its season.
To have and to hold, as long ago we both vowed,
Creating two lives bound by love, a sacred shroud.
Within my heart, I have given you my soul,
For all time, your heart to mine, you will have and hold.
Stoic
by Christopher Stones |
Categories:
corruption, courage, hero, mythology, people, philosophy, violence,
Made up super heroes we're taught to love
Made up archetypes we watch get rough
We cheer on as they dispense justice
We've stopped questioning why we idolize this
As our heroes have become more brutal and more violent
We've become more detached and less present
We're passing our degradation of what it means to be a hero to the next generation
They won't be impressed until it's more violent, bloodier, the next super brutal sensation