love, heart, heart,
by Linda-Marie SweetHeart |
"Listen! to the Heart"
every heart strums strings of symphony
an open book exploring dreams and fantasies
the lovebeat touches emotions and feelings serene
as candy-filled caramel cremes.
every heart twirls in tune to love and romance
a paradox portrait of lovers in a trance
echoing laughter in harmonious haven
or a fickle falsetto black as a raven.
every heart is a treasure chest of precious jewels
as tenderness comforts those heartaches so cruel
the heart always gives; suddenly takes away
so listen to the heart; hear the words it must say.
by Lin Lane |
I wrote verse on the wings of a lark
romantic phrases in perfect rhyme
but the lark flew away in the dark
I wrote no further for the longest time
A lone blue jay landed upon my lawn
I wrote sweet prose on his sapphire wings
He spent the night with me, but at dawn
the jay flew away and no longer sings
I answered the call of a beautiful raven
I wrote love sonnets on his ebony wings
He stayed for years in my safe haven
I was one of the raven's castoff things
I no longer trust those who take flight
I lost them all and my torn heart bled
On restless wings I'll never again write
of love that leaves me alone in my bed
by Raven Drake |
parody, philosophy, symbolism,
My birthmark is a scar
A speckled blotch ...
A spot of pox
An icon from afar
I'm an upstart, I'm an eyesore
Ranting with a flair
In a tempest, I'm a rabid bird
Setting fire to the air
As dauntless as a hellhag
Unmoved by love or care
I can hold up in a cyclone
Feasting on your fear
I'm your last hope
As a laughingstock
I'm your courage in a dare
As audacious as a terrorist
With death-defying hair
When it's time to play the tragic fool
I'm as flagrant as a glare
Seething with a vengeance
In a tantrum of despair
Written by © Raven Drake
by Ray Dillard |
death, lost love
upon his resting place, Raven made her call
planned to join her lover, using powder and a ball
at the markers where the predeceased were laid
watched her namesake circle, and heard his woeful voice,
mused the circumstances that took her partner’s life.
sacrifice unite them?
Is there an afterlife?
listening to the chilling call,
Raven made her choice.
For ~~A Rambling Poet~~ and the contest: Among The Dead
by Ray Dillard
by Jo Daniel |
Life is in pieces of black and white
Like a chessboard
The moonlight shines through darkness of night
Like a barcode
Noah chose a raven, then dove
Bad luck or peace?
A bride in white dressed in pure love
Black mourn decease
The penguin and the zebra
The snow leopard
White tiger and the panda
Milk boils when it is heated
Tar melts when hot
Cotton flies, wool is seated
Coal heats the pot
I print all of these lines
In jet black ink
On a white sheet designed
To make you think
by Arlene Smith |
death, grief, love,
Raven hair splays across her pillow in soft waves.
Olive skin as smooth as the satin on which she lays.
Golden locket with their images, rests upon her throat.
His heart wrenching pain, hidden, as the gun neath his coat.
His last kiss as soft as her dusty pink lips.
He remembers her warmth and the curve of her hips.
Their vows taken in bliss; till death do us part.
To the living, is left a broken, bleeding heart.
He leans over her body with his gun aimed true.
Crimson sprays up, dotting sky's of blue.
Echo's of gunfire, the tombstones couldn't mask it.
As his body falls limp, across his true love's casket.
by Sharon Gulley |
devotion, for him, i love you, remember, romance,
Take these old hands into yours
remember how they felt when
they were unwrinkled and belonged
to a young girl.
Take this tired smile honey I know
you don't miss and see the temptation
of passion that even now old, burns with a
deep desire for your kiss.
Take my grey touched, raven hair
and let it dance through your fingers
as if you do not care.
Take these older hazel, green eyes
and see that when looking at you
they still youthfully shine.
Take this old heart for it is still yours
and lend to it the thought that I am
no matter how old, still the same,
by Sharon Tideswell |
Afar across cool waves on quiet shores,
beneath each rising sun her beauty grew,
as pure as falling snow, the skin she wore
aglow with radiance as sweet as dew.
Soft burnished raven tresses, black as night,
caressed her face then fell in silk cascade,
and honeyed tones adorned a voice, so light,
that echoed from blush lips in serenade.
As days and many months of time weaved on
she blossomed, as a rose of scent so rare,
yet of her many suitors she’d have none,
dismissed with gentle wave of hand so fair.
A lone and wistful silver moonlit stroll
unearths a song that strangely stirs her soul.
by Nick Bagnall |
death, loss, lost love, love
She's always there, watching
Over the quiet graves
Torn between life and death
Waiting 'till her time ends
When at last, she can be
Reunited with him
Without his strong arms
She falters and fails
Ne'er to love again
Her gentle heart is
Smashed beyond repair
She is the one
They call Raven
Without his love
She stands and
Written By Nick Bagnall
For Contest "Among the dead"
by Nigel Fawcett |
friendship, hope, life, love
Suspended improbably on shoulders
Hunched by years of glacial attrition
And threaded through a forest of boulders:
The path that holds the key to my mission
I speak allegorically, because
This tortured path has ne’er been seen before
And every rock is a problem that was
And every chasm is an open sore
Each footstep will demand its pound of pain
The raven keeps score of the promises
But I will endure until I unchain
The bright drops from the dark cloud’s surfaces
And refract the light from the Sun, to send
To the Heart of Gold at the Rainbow’s end ~
by Mike Gentile |
Passion fruit kisses, a tropical breeze
Butterfly flickers, your lashes do tease
Cherry encounters of promised delight
Spray of seduction, the sea mist at night
Mango martini of unmatched desire
Touches of Jasmine, fuel to the fire
Liquor of Palm tree, Coconut dew
Will keep me forever enchanted with you
Sunset of satin against raven hair
Pineapple mornings to bless skin so fair
Passion fruit kisses, a tropical breeze
To love you forever, Papaya agrees
by Pashang Salehi |
angel, flying, happiness, love,
A is for Angel…
A is for Angel, Angel of love.
It can change raven into a dove.
Earliest morning, when twilight blend,
Near the horizon Angels ascend.
Singing and dancing, they came to play.
kissing me with breeze, dancing away.
Lonely I am, wishful of love,
Angels are here, I’m climbing above.
Higher and higher into the sky,
dancing with angels higher than high.
Where are we going? Nobody knows!
God may be waiting, or down it goes.
Wishful and happy into the sky,
you'll see me dancing, or I may die.
by Robert Lindley |
absence, beauty, death of a friend, emotions, grief, i miss you, sorry,
Glowing Cloud On Mountain Top
I met you there, so very full of grace
single rose in your shining raven hair
Radiance beaming from your sweet face
couldn't stop myself, I had to stare!
Every moment since, forever treasured
nights glowed on, your smile a star
Everything since that night measured,
love raced in deep, like a speeding car!
Now time has given me such great sorrow
Heaven welcomed your spirit on in
Misery my food, heartache my tomorrow
forever gone my lover, my great friend!
Glowing cloud on mountain top now dances
I gamble that climb and took my chances!
Oct. 16th, 1973
by John Gondolf |
desire, love, lust, woman,
The feline is stalking
without any talking;
her silhouette walking
On prowl she is searching
for someone who’s lurching,
or prey that is perching
Her raven hair shining;
her looks so refining;
her thoughts are designing
Her green eyes are peering
with looks that are leering
for someone appearing
At last her eyes spying
a vision complying;
a gentleman trying
Exchange of small talking
without any balking,
and off they go walking:
by Jeremy Street |
angel, baby, love,
Dawned the damsel in distress
His raven cries at, her bequest
Sing red robin yes, a love song.
by Tom Clark |
lost love, love
Within my moon lit courtyard.
When night, is late and dark.
The raven comes to sit with me.
And tempts me to embark.
Upon a journey that entails.
The mind and hand and heart.
To walk a road, once tread before.
That can leave a dreadful mark.
But deep inside I hear the song.
And know that gentle spark.
That caresses all that lives in me.
And touches mind and heart.
So if the winds of wisdom.
Blow softly in the dark.
Then walk this road again, I might.
For the longings of a heart.
by Ngoc Nguyen |
best friend, for her, friendship, happiness, hope, joy, love,
What thou art to me may I gladly
shout and proclaim to thee most well?
Thou art to me a high-born lady
of style whereof I'd love to tell,
a princess that's sage and lovely—
whose mind is like a pleasant dell.
Thou art to me a raven-haired
of graciousness that's never seen.
Thou art the friend that boldly dared
to be the one and hopeful Queen,
a source of ruth who cried and shared
her tears through eyes of limpid green.
Thou art to me a fresh new start,
a renaissance of hope that's true:—
God's gift of grace to my sinful heart
and to my shame that I so rue;
thou art thus the most blessèd part
of faith and joy that now ensue.
by Constance La France |
I have found paradise
with my first love
in his eyes
his gentle touch
O, I love to stroke
his raven hair
as he whispers
I love you . . .
and our fingers entwine
and lips crush mine
'till we are soaring-
higher, higher, higher
our passion almost pain
our bodies thirsty
two hearts beating
then we lay wrapped
together . . .
in love's embrace
November 12, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/in love's embrace
Copyright Protected ID -11-1304-255-12
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
EoW (10) first love, November 12, 2020
Blog Challenge, Brian Strand
by Lu Loo |
the ravens rest upon the graven cross,
for it is time to guard death with their wings-
they prey on souls who endure love and loss,
as a demon weeps and an angel sings;
barren branches wither to ash and bone…
one ebon raven longs to perch alone
I chose #2 (black ravens on a cross in a graveyard)
Make IT Six Poetry Contest
October 1, 2019
by Careon Ferryman |
Residing in our dreams before
years we had not met
opening life's hidden door
hearts that had not yet
connected to one another
hearts being intertwined
emotions of a lover
secrets of our minds
sharing now of present life
thoughts of what could be
having shared sorrows strife
your my destiny
calling through the ages
no other can compare
loving past all stages
my girl with raven hair
by Belly Bell |
abuse, body, boyfriend, break up,
Raven tears left on the right side of the bed
Sold a soul, gotten close enough once before
Hate to love the man I call my man
Dreaming dirty dreams during my daydreams
Walking away from the power piercing pressure
A traitor, trading in a new trail of tears
by Rosemarie Rowley |
allegory, angst, anti bullying, love hurts, women,
by Rosemarie Rowley
I knew you fainthearted what side you were on
When you talked of social reality: not Jesus at the well
With the Samaritan woman, or the invisible loss of power
Which halts her speech and causes His deference
Holding her in trust for what she is.
You can talk of rural communes in China
Till the cows come home – leading them will be a girl
Bearing a key-ring and a dead black raven.
Your ways are sweet indeed, nectar and honey
And vinegar to end it all: you’d let all the
Wells in the world run dry for a principle
And proudly show us the papier-mache women who survived,
Embalmed with bitter hope and urgent salvation,
To tell the tale on electro-magnetic tape.
by Sharon Gulley |
husband, i love you, marriage, memory,
Lets go back through the hour glass sands
in time, when all was young in our heart's,
soul's and our mind's.
The long walks and all the sweetest of talks,
our future was ours to unfold, you as my man
and I your woman to have, and to hold.
Time has passed and so many years have
come and gone, you still hold my hand and
I lovingly follow along.
Grey has taken the raven hair's place, but
each time you see me, there is still a smile
upon your face.
You are the love of my life and I will forever
walk with you through the hour glass sands
by Jimmi Canada |
baptism, beauty, city, eve, first love, funny, gender, god, history, independence day, mystery, mythology, night, obituary, raven, sea, silly, summer, sweet, teacher, world, yellow,
Lauren Hill slow songs thrill,
they pop like a fast moving pill,
I am flopped on top of a junk food bill,
and running with a skunk who tells me to take in my fill-
like leading um' on into my dream,
I create a festering lean,
I rank every thought in order of how I like it,
and prep for a long time that's gonna break all the cycles.
Striding with my shrine,
as I shock a spine,
revitalize and prime-
as I preen and primp and chimp-
as I act like a pimp,
I black out and gimp,
skimp out on my dying moment because death is no shrimp!
by Andrew Crisci |
animals, death, food, loss, love, nature, sad, seasons, sympathy
Estephania was the Spanish horse,
with a chestnut coat and mane
and a lighter long tail...and she ate
alfalfa for strong teeth and bones.
She was domesticated, losing her liberty
and neighing she showed keen ability:
to spot dangers on a perilous path...
Estefania even stopped for a stranded cat.
In summertime she fed mostly on grass,
but bees stung her many times to protest,
and struggling to get them off her tail...
she hit a shrilling raven in the head.
And feeling sorry for the dying bird wincing,
Estefania licked his semi-open eyes...giving
him a little comfort as he folded his wings;
and whinnying she wept a river of tears.