by Andrea Dietrich |
A lone moth flits around my front porch light
as wind blows through my window, luring me
to step outside into black velvet’s night.
I search the sky, but no moon can I see.
It seems it’s disappeared, just like my love.
The moaning wind plays havoc with my hair
as that old bulb sways crazily above.
In solitude, I simply stand and stare
at that fool insect! How can it not know
the falseness of the light that it’s drawn to?
Fluorescent doom replaces moon’s sweet glow.
I know this well because in losing you
I lost love’s gleam; I lost my everything,
and still that silly moth is fluttering. . .
by Michelle Faulkner |
funny love, silly,
On this merry-go-round
Of breakups and breakdowns
Singing the blues
In our ding-a-ling shoes
We take our heartache's milkshakes
Spiked with itty-bitty pity
Before we tangle and wrangle
In the rebound playground.
Poem of the Day
April 18, 2020
by Jerry T Curtis |
food, funny, humorous, nonsense, romance, sexy, silly,
Is it Love
a simple bowl of ice cream
sweating from the heat
cherries on the top
huddled 'round and looking sweet
two little wooden paddles
pretend that they are spoons
as we sit beneath the stars
in the savor of the moon
your lips are all I see
as they caress them with a passion
the cherries on your tongue
in a delightful playful fashion
with our eyes intent and focused
in a stare of solemn trust
Is this ice cream truly love
or is it merely cherry lust
by Tim Smith |
Cinderella dreams across yellow brick roads
Creating Prince Charming out of simple silly toads
We play hopscotch, jump rope and other little games
Trying to produce magic and a feeling quite the same
Dancing through life with rose colored eyes
Wishing and hoping love doesn't float on by
Finding the one that just makes us smile
Holding on tight, hearts entwined for awhile
Happiness comes to those who are blessed
Sharing our all when two lips are pressed
Suns set, moons rise but one thing still remains
When fairy tales meet blood pumps in our veins
Whether young or old we seek out love to surround
There's no greater feeling when a heart in love pounds
by Rhona McFerran |
food, humor, humorous, silly,
Love me or hate me
few people can take me
plain, unadulterated, true to myself
their compulsive need to gussy me up
or completely disguise me
gives me nightmares...
The worst is where
they try to make me
Suffocated in sauces, sweet relish
and pickled beets
garnished with green olives
and fussy-cut vienna sausages
all dancing in fancy chorus lines
on top of me
Oh No! I can't take it...
It just can't be!
What are they thinking?!
I awake with a snug sensation
as something warmish
down my back
by Andrea Dietrich |
How foolish humans are when puppy love
consumes us! It can happen any time -
most often in our childhood. Plenty of
such crushes happen long before our prime!
How silly as adults can some be too.
Folks marry for wrong reasons, then get burned.
They do it all again and stay so blue.
Life’s lesson for such people is not learned.
How fortunate are those who find “the one!”
They navigate life’s ups and downs and feel
love deepening before their course is run,
then pass away while knowing love was real!
April 12, 2017 for Eve Roper's Puppy love vs True love Poetry Contest
by Melissa Tracy |
Dear Santa I want a batmobile that can fly
I want to go way up above the sky
You probably think it's silly and are asking yourself, why?
You see I've got to get to heaven so it has to go real high
Don't get the wrong impression, I don't want to die
I wish to meet a couple grandparents,for them mom and dad do cry
They say they'd love me and wish I could have met them as they let out a sigh
If I can't have a batmobile I'll settle for a set of wings,just bring me something that can fly
by Emile Pinet |
10th grade, 11th grade, 9th grade, emotions, feelings, imagery, love,
Sitting on the beach in the dark of night
anticipation counts every heartbeat.
And when waves wash ashore in the moonlight,
I laugh as the tide tickles my bare feet.
I had you promise that you'd meet me here
under starlit skies, for our rendezvous.
Love's more real than lust and braver than fear,
it intoxicates and overwhelms you.
When you fall in love, you do silly things,
it's the elixir of eternal youth.
Fueling fledgling dreams, love lends hope wings,
tethered to your soul and anchored to truth.
When fantasy and reality meld,
life's so splendorous; it's unparalleled.
by Caren Krutsinger |
poems, poetess, poetry, poets, write,
Write what you know
Write what you love
Invent a new world
Write what you see
Write what bothers you
Write what amuses you
Invent a new persona
Let the words dance
Sing them home
Poetry does not have to be fancy
Poetry does not have to be frilly
Heartfelt honesty sells
People love it
Write what you know
by Brenda Meier-Hans |
happy, humorous, love, silly,
I am Compassionate, love and breathe poetry, humorous and a peace maker.
Sister of Patti Lynne, Paul, David and Beth.
I love children (more), I love to sing in a choir and have a song for just about everything. I love to make others happy.
I feel loved, appreciated and very blessed.
I fear not being healthy enough to make it to my son’s wedding, getting sick this winter and losing my mom.
I’d love to be able to travel again, walk around a mall, and would love to be in a poetry slam.
Living in the GTA Greater Toronto Area, Ontario.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
Regina Riddles Contest: Bio Poems
by James Fraser |
fun, funny love, giggle, humor, people, silly, tree,
Two poets who couldn't agree
Raise their voices to their loud pleas
One wasn't able to stop
His zip open, out pops!
Haha, it's a pea, not the size of a tree
©J. A. Fraser and O. E. Guillermo 15.18pm, April 07, 2015
by Andrea Dietrich |
Oh, how I loved my little teddy bear
although I don’t recall from whom he came
or when I first laid eyes on him or where;
I only know I chose for him his name.
Yes, Pinky Winky’s name was like my own,
a playful silly nickname “Andy Pandy,”
and also in his ear a bell was sewn;
I jingled him and thought he was quite dandy.
Everywhere with me went Pinky Winky
until he met sad fate with one cruel splash.
He fell into the toilet and got stinky.
I wailed when Mother threw him in the trash.
Alas! The pink imposter in his place
no jingling made nor had dear “Winky’s” face.
by HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
family, lost, sad, poets,
I had eight POETS honor me with my POEM "BrokenHeart"
But clumsy me, hit the wrong key and sent it of the chart
Then seven POETS chose my First POEM "The Aqua Rose"
Oh silly me, hits the wrong key; in cyber space it Grows
Six POETS chose my POEM "ALWAYS Together" as a Fave
I finally got the message, for this POEM, I DID save
Please read my Blog "A Boon from my Family POETRYSOUP"
If YOU like YOU could also read "About this POEM"
Thank-YOU SOUPERS With LOVE ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Eternal Liege...Harry
by JAN ALLISON |
Call me cynical
Has anyone else noticed …….
All of a sudden
The price of flowers and chocolates
Rockets skywards high towards heaven
Oh silly me its nearly Valentines Day!
12th February 2015
by Liz Walsh |
I would love to swim to the 'Guilamine' in the skin
Or dance on a carpet of sheer pleasure
I might like an ice-cream cone on the way
Topped with pink and golden treasure.
I would enjoy a drink made of sparkles
That might light up with yellow-red magic
My dreary grey-blue life – and then
I would anticipate with joy an umbrella
Made of silk and maidenhair fern
To be silly with –
by John Hardison |
A POSTAL EMPLOYEE IS LICKED.
A GROCERS IS FRESH.
A FIRE FIGHTER IS PUT OUT.
A TEACHER IS LEARNED.
A WINE IS BOTTLED UP.
A MAILER IS SENT OUT.
A FISHERMAN IS FISHY.
A MASON IS BRICKED.
A CAR IS TIRED.
A DOG IS BONED.
A CAT IS MOUSEY.
A BOY IS PLAY.
A GIRL IS FANCY STUFF.
A MAN IS STRONG.
A WOMAN IS LOVE.
by Joyce Johnson |
Could it be only yesterday we met?
This night together seemed so very right.
So nice to wake up to a happy face,
To find you with me still at morning light.
I dare not think my lonely days are done,
It is too soon to be so optimistic.
I must be patient, wait to see what comes,
Dampen my ardor, be more realistic.
Is this but the first of our shared breakfasts?
I fear I’ll frighten you with silly talk.
You must admit that we are good together.
I grab your leash and take you for a walk.
by Helen Reimer |
Senile and silly are the woes of sage.
Broken on the altar of age.
But the children care not,
They enjoy the silliness a lot.
No matter the weather,
I thank God, our Lord and Father
For the fun
Smiles, water and sun.
But even when all seems lost,
No hope to regain the cost
I'll not regret nor dread the pain;
For in His joy and peace I remain.
Now, let Love abide!
Never to leave His side.
Overflowing from the Holy Spirit forever
I will not fail; not ever!
Aging gracefully, I'm ready
To step into Eternity; it's heady!
Happy and excited to be
With my Lord, eternally!
by April Gabriella |
dream, success, writing,
I have a little secret
That maybe you should know
Let me whisper it in your ear
Let me get real close
Promise me you will keep
My little secret please
Promise me you'll never tell
Pinky promise please
This is my secret desire
I want to set the world on fire
Afire with my words and phrases
Receiving so much love
And heartfelt praises
I want my words to continuously amaze
Affect with each line
With each turn of phrase
This is a silly impossible dream I know
My writing will not get me off skid row
It will not make me rich
It will not make me known
But a dream is a dream
And I must let it flow
by Edwin Hofert |
analogy, family, fantasy, grandparents, imagination, silly,
Son Of A Gun
My Great Great Grandpa was a musket
only one son he would want.
My Great Great Grandma named him shotgun
he used to love to hunt.
He too would only want one son
and that's just what he got.
My Great Grandma named him rifle
he was a single shot.
Married with one son himself
Grandpa wouldn't take no static.
His son was highly favored
and they named him automatic.
Along then came my daddy
who I never gave no lip.
He lived inside a holster
that men wore on their hip.
He had a great big family
but I'm his favorite one.
My daddy was a pistol
I'm a son of a son of a son of a gun.
Edwin C Hofert
by Jack Ellison |
Have ten minutes to kill
Just enough time to write a poem
“I'm in love with love
Hey, hey, don't shove"
There you go...
with 9 minutes and 45 seconds to spare!
© Jack Ellison 2014
by Jack Ellison |
Love bodily functions, no question bout that
Sometimes my best ones even frighten the cat
They climb up a pole
It can sure take its toll
Some end up cross eyed unable to nap
by Niels Blomberg |
He is the silly brother of death
is never seen around the cradle
and has never turned up for the
He is waiting for you with jester cap and painted grin
Roaring with laughter he pushes aside
Together on the seesaw
he pushes you higher
and higher until you
dangle over boundless
gorges until you
scream you have to go because you
so many things to do
so little time to spend
With both feet back
on solid ground you buy him a
for his big brother to arrive
by Jane Bowen |
girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passion, people, visionaryme, me,
The heat of your breath hitting against me
Firing up my insides...seethingly sexy
Against my neck fascination begins
Bearing your silken Latin mocha skin
Wanton chocolate eyes melt me again
Dozens of synergies and elements connect
None I have had ...ever had this effect
Feeling like a kid :) ...hands in your pocket
Pressing your cool nose against my eye socket... :)
Silly me ....enjoying the simplest fun feeling
Slowly I exhale ...soothingly healing
Cherry wood pops in the fireplace tonight
You craving my passion lust takes it's bite
Complete and rightous I invincibly smile
Kiss me again love, let's mesh for a while....
Take me in the room walk me single file ~
by Jill Martin |
life, loss, love, sad,
He sang to her
because she asked
she knew, hundreds of miles away,
by the way the waves crashed on the shore,
the winds whipped his hair
and rocked his world,
he would never know
by the same name