by David Meade |
running to the rock
a strong tower against foes
her love a refuge
To strong women and their love
by Charmaine Chircop |
.He walked in silence
to the corner of my heart
He lit a candle~ fire
in a room once damp and dark
His words were gently spoken
His love was loud and clear
His arms were unexpected
A fearless Chevalier
My strength was getting weaker
My pulse~rate running low
He sheltered my emotions
and fortified his soul
He helped me win the battle
against solitude's blade
His kiss bestowed upon me
His palm upon my faith
A faith of a new promise
on paths of pastel hues
Of jasmine scents and marigolds
Of Sunsets in the blues.
by Brenda Meier-Hans |
best friend, fun, love, pets,
I remember the day I picked you,
With your sweet little puppy dog eyes.
For my heart was searching for love too,
When I looked down and heard your soft cries.
Your brothers and sisters were running,
They were after a fallen clothes peg,
But there was a puppy so stunning
Trying hard to get up on my leg.
Four years it has been since that moment
And I thank God daily for his gift
Each day you give me such enjoyment
Your love has given my heart a lift.
Today I know as clear as can be,
I didn’t pick you; rather you picked me.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
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by Chris Hagy |
absence, animal, christian, death, encouraging, sympathy, uplifting,
Though my stall here is empty now
If you listen close...
You can hear me running through a greener pasture
Your sorrow opens the gate and releases me free
Thank you for rescuing me from worldly darkness
And giving me love unsurpassed
So that I may now run with others so loved...
But never forgotten
I am a child again young and lean my spirit afire
And oh how our spirits thrive here
Never again to feel the pain of the earth
Hear me running!
For your tears have watered the grasses for me
In God's Greener Pasture
-originally written for Kae Surrah
an Arab rescue mare
by michael tor |
joy, love, sad, satire, sorrow,
The Las Vegas shootings were Horrific.
The people running as the rapid fire was
sounding off in the background!
The wild fires in California, fifteen people
dead, and it is not controlled yet!
Hurricanes Maria, Irma, Jose, southern
coast is devastated, Puerto Rico is in need
Pizza Gate Pedophile rings in America!
Players kneeling and disrespecting our flag
for which Men and Women have sacrificed
their lives for.
Enough is Enough!
You will Not Steal My Joy, I reach for the remote
and turn off the "Joy Stealer" the TV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Michael Tor Inspired by Andrea Dietrich
by Donald Meikle |
history, lost love, water, water,
Knee deep in surf
The water clung to her
Changing silk gown
To wrinkled shiny skin
Never had I envied ocean water so
But then t'was I who'd let her go
Drowning in green eyes
With fear of clinging ties
Holding me back
by Anthony Biaanco |
Here lies a grave,
a conglomerate headstone
without a name
weeds and webs
wrapped tight around the heartless edge.
Caretaker rides his rusty deer
pretending he's a nascar stud
waking the dead and stirring mud.
He take's his lunch beneath a tree,
eating twinkies with green fingertips...
and for his love he'll steal a wreath,
and place it gently on a grave
that bears a scar called, long forgotten
a grave he calls
by Tim Smith |
Submersed in thought, my mind flows.
I'm a majestic river
with all it's curves and bends
running over rocks and around obstructions
gathering strength and speed.
Above I catch a glimpse of the sun
shimmering off the eye of a young cygnet
So white and so pure without commitment
calm, loving and carefree
looking to soak up all my nutrients.
Oh to be young once again
with a new chance at love
no fear of what lies beneath the surface.
Making memories forgetting fantasies.
Here I sit lost in thought
about life and love
trials and pain
blessings and destiny
by John Gondolf |
loneliness, lost love, love, wind,
The wayward wind forever so aloof
across the prairie blowing wild and free;
just like a herd of horses on the hoof,
and running loose with nature’s grand esprit.
A restless spirit is this wayward child
who’s never satisfied in just one place;
she longs to solve the secrets of the wild,
and ne’er her ventured steps will she retrace.
A wayward heart is like the wayward wind,
forever restless, always on the move,
and always searching, seeking, ne’er chagrined;
she’ll leave you lonely and her love disprove.
Beware, before you carelessly depart,
don't wrap your love around a wayward heart.
January 8, 2020
by Eve Roper |
baby, cry, mother,
My heart skips
a beat when I
crying. I can't
help run to comfort
rock a bye
let any harm come
to you. I never knew
I could love so much.
POTD September 18, 2018
by charles messina |
When I close my eyes...and I see the night
Sometimes things...appear so bright
Smiling cheeks...and happy faces
Sunshine ~ Beautiful places
Ocean waves ~ Blowing willows
Babies snuggled in their pillows
Old men rowing in their boats
Youngsters passing, love you...notes
Happy women in sweet perfume
Chipmunks playing in the sun
Children running...having fun
When I open my eyes...and I see the day
Sometimes things...don't look that way
So let me close my eyes...tonight
And all I see, I'll see...just right
by Tim Smith |
Yellow tips of comfort
eye a corner of my sky
Should be holding on
soft skin caresses of sun
coming round once again
Dipped toes in quiet waters
drenched afternoon delight
swans sit still watching
stallions running home
Honeydew dreams drifting
arms wrapped all around
wild visions flap in the breeze
Listen calls to the meadow
come to me and fill her need
by Caren Krutsinger |
Running out of ideas?
That is impossible if you have a:
by Craig Sipe |
You get to a point where
you can’t read them anymore
and consider yourself a grown-up.
But it wasn’t until I was fifty-two
that I threw them away.
How long could they hide
in a high school brief case
next to a box of sweaters
in the attic?
So…into the Dumpster Doodle-Doo
they went: her Wuthering epistles,
and my Heathcliff’s angst
Risen to the “beep beep beep”
of a trash trawler’s chaw.
By then she was a preacher’s wife
in Pennsylvania, and I was running
Manufacturing trades for a defense
plant in Rhode Island,
a job for which I was
They were two new skins
for the both of us
only one of which
had been redeemed.
by Poet Tacito |
dream, life, longing, lost love,
Our hearts were a veritable slow dance
And I didn’t have to put my baby
In the corner
became diamond forged binds
In serenity’s lock
Your tear ducts within our wishing wells
Bringing lukewarm elasticity
To gentle boil
Every graceful thrust
Mimicking fireplace embers
Under cabin’s winter moon
Until my deep sigh
Within “Dear John” parchment
Permitted me to sing I love you choruses
Before your hearts’ phone line
©Drake J. Eszes
by JAN ALLISON |
sad love, wedding,
Oh my darling the news is so bleak
I saw the consultant only last week
Perhaps we better start making plans
See the vicar; hear the wedding banns
All I’ve ever wanted was to be your wife
For better for worse, through trouble and strife
The consultant confirmed I’ll not last the year
Oh kiss me my darling; just hold me so near
Wedding plans float around in my head
My dying wish is that we should wed
Time's running out so we mustn’t linger
I need your wedding ring on my finger
A simple service, just as quiet as can be
All I ask my darling is that you stand by me
by Donna Golden |
april, happiness, star,
If we have butted heads and you're feeling run over
If the words that I speak send you running for cover
If my swift, wicked comebacks can sting like none other
Know, as much as I fight, deep inside I'm a lover
I'll embrace the STRENGTHS and fight the WEAKNESS
But I'm not sure I'll ever be the type for MEEKNESS
Born the year of the SHEEP under the sign of the RAM
You can hate me or love me, but I who I AM
by Faye Gibson |
grandchild, grandmother, happiness, happy,
Footsteps on stairs,
little feet pounding, running,
child faces peeking round the kitchen door,
expectancy alive, dancing in their eyes.
They know that love is always here
waiting just for them.
Each one thinks he is favorite;
in his or her own way, it is true.
Each is the most special
not for anything they say or do,
just for being.
We have our rituals -
breakfast French toast and bacon,
back rubs and funny faces,
ice cream after church,
backyard camp outs,
lots of love, laughter.
Happy takes me by surprise
each time I look
in my grandchild’s eyes.
© September 11, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson
by Poet Tacito |
feelings, lost, lost love,
His bleeding heart
Was flustered from that torn parchment
In their leeching chapter
As if “friendship” was aggression’s bull
Running through crowded cemeteries
Under quartered, sapphire moon
He sipped pitied shots of century-old whiskey
With a dusty glass of pomegranate w(h)ine
“Why isn’t she coming back to me?”
“My heart will make empty declarations until her return!”
As he childishly latches onto recycled yesterdays
Praying for God to give him
White picket gate’s access code
Writing lavish, debt-ridden sonatas,
In whiplashed curiosity,
On why she chose to forget him
Unbeknownst to decrepit author
Return the favor
©Drake J. Eszes
by anbes rawal |
age, death, death of a friend, fear, music, paradise, people,
My piety,my poetry ,my love
All are in vain
my music, my love ,my mind
All are running insane
My rhymes are all crooked
I can't write a perfect song
Looks like my life is worthless
my music, my poetry its all gone
Behold the paradox,
In these old rhymes
living in a worthless life
All these times
The music's almost over
just need to turn out the light
I need just one leap
Need to show on last fight
I need to create something
something that makes you feel
the goal isn't to live forever
Its to create something that will
by Xuefeng Pan |
friend, heart, inspirational love, love, romantic,
I saw you were seating in the car park
In the wooden chair, no one I saw there
And you expected no one there by heart
But I crossed your path by a similar idea
We met unexpectedly in a place called "park"
Since all rooms were taken by busy hearts
And all the streets were filled with running cars
We are forced to park here, the place we share
Could this meeting up last for thousands of years?
by White Wolf |
inspiration, muse, poetry,
To be Jack of all trades
But a master of none,
As my memory fades
Still, some do come.
To be master of one
Like poetry or art,
And know how it's done
Is love from the heart.
As I stare at the wall
Shall inspiration turn up?
Does my muse hear me call
Will she fill up my cup?
So I wait patiently
Just for one drop,
As she sits next to me
Now I can't stop.
My pen running wild
catching all of my thoughts,
Feel like a new born child
But still out of sorts.
Will this be as brief
As I believe it will?
At least now I have relief
She did return to fill.
by Mike Martin |
brother, death, emotions, grief,
I buried my boys today
Thirteen wasn't bad enough
What a pain in my heart
It's mine now, gone from them
They suffer no more
More than a hundred years
Barely seen half of that
I can only wish
Brothers to the very end
I can only wish
Love to take my boys out
Take them out all day
Take them to the running field
Run the while away
I can only wish
Love to buy my boat back
Buy it back all day
Wish I had my old boat
Wish I’d fish today
If I could only fish
by Mark Woods |
bereavement, heartbreak, loneliness, lost love,
She’s lonely, the old lady just over the fence
Ninth decade approaching, alone and living past tense
Sometimes I see her and acknowledge good day
Put time to one side, not running away.
A love story she tells me, I’ve heard it before
The man that she married and simply adored.
His battle with cancer, he’s now spread on my land
How her family all left her, once they had cash in their hand.
I see the wrinkles of hurt carved into her face
Only I know the reason, why she’s attached to this place.
*The spelling of neighbour/neighbor is different between countries.
by Anna-Marie Docherty |
confusion, imagination, music, mystery,
Running your fingers
over my delicately tuned form.
Blind. - You know which keys to press.
To enhance sweet music from me.
Happily and playfully,
my white notes singing love.
The darker side brings juxtaposed
moods and sadness,
pedalling drama and bitterness.
You know just how to play me.