by Dina Televitskaya |
I can do nothing,
I am not suitable for anything.
My soul is trapped in a snow.
Yet there is a small corner of warmth
in my winter soul:
there is always the lilac
and tulips are in bloom.
The river and green forest
and the road to home are there.
All this will be until then,
while my beloved is near to me.
by John Chizoba Vincent |
Good housing scheme
Good educational system
Conducive tourist centres
Suitable infrastructural facilities
Love, unity, freedom to all
by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
care, feelings, imagery, inspiration, love, self, thanksgiving,
My nails are plainly white
My face with make-up but light
My hair fixed on simple align
My clothes on comfortable flight
Not that I don't care to fix
Nor do I want to match and mix
It's because It's not in me to impress
"Suitable to occasion", that's how I dress
Though, lots have said I'm a beauty
I thank but still be in simplicity
I want to be liked just the way I am
Anyhow, I'm flexible enough to change
Opening myself to suggestions
Criticisms even I take to attention
Remembering this, I do manage
Putting myself right or above average...
by Lizzie Treetop |
Freddie and Mable they were so in love
He took one look at Mabel’s knockers
And billed and cooed like a silly turtle dove
Oh but in size they were real big shockers
When out shopping for panties and suitable bra
Still Freddie did not falter, Mabel fit him to a tee
“Love in bed you are my twinkling super star
But the telly I will admit, I just cannot possibly see
But precious you will always be my love and my mate
And for bloody earplugs they really are quite great!”
by Janis Thompson |
Mr. Cupid take a shot.
Love is something I have not.
Bend you bow, aim for the heart.
Ignite the flame that needs to start.
Mr. Cupid search the street.
Find a suitable match to meet.
He should be aged, like good wine,
in the mirror of his mind, my heart to find.
Mr. Cupid soar through the air,
and when you find him, shoot straight clear.
Arc the bow toward his head.
By a heavenly thought let him be led.
Love Is In The Air Tonight - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
by Keshan Govender |
feelings, first love, for her, how i feel, hurt, lost, trust,
Wander only, to know loyalty
Exceptions made, only when suitable
Friends preferred, to a claimed "love"
An agreement, reliant on incentive.
Awaiting completion, to go unnoticed
A stair ahead, never looking back
Interest lost, through individualism
Conversations exhaustive, kisses dutiful.
Interactions, emotively devoid
Restraint exercised, a week to conquer
Erratic moods, an excuse to behold
A trapped hand, pushing for release.
Pleas to voice, answered with time
A dream promised, only to be forgotten.
by Ashley Plotczyk |
She calls herself
The queen of hearts
Beautiful and desired
No, you can’t touch her
But talk to her you may
Look at her you may
See her long hair sway
Sway in the shinning sun
Sway under the champagnes whiteness
The perfect reflection
Only fit for the queen
The queen who loves
Heart pure as doves
But only one suitable for her love
The king of hearts
She waits to give her pureness
To he who is the king of hearts
*Entered in "Pick A Card" Contest
by J Hamilton Gist |
Celibate to love
Suffocates accepting expectation
Felicitous suppressants seem vague yet expecting acceptance to gleam
obediently wile anger continues to...
Our bond pulsates as days and nights are misinterpreted.
Inquiry demonstrates how to be a suitable leech
sucking patience from the reins of guided discontent.
Joined at the hip
Severed near the center
What was once yoked to one another now hinges upon swollen pressure
The trembling heat of predictability examines the idea of being apart.
Broken rust the smell
Ripped apart in stillness
Should have left well enough alone at first.
by Yana Uzhinskaya |
feelings, heart, love, relationship,
While listening to someone
You think about his words.
But words may not compare
With this man's real thoughts.
He may say something pleasant
For you and feeling yours
But have the thought that may be
Not good and even hurts.
He says:"I love you" may be,
He gives you flowers, sweets,
But thinks:"I want to leave you
When suitable chance meets"
For you it is important
To hear not only words
But watch him doing deals.
This way you'll get his thoughts.
by Marinescu Victor |
beauty, bird, for her, love,
he recite one of his texts
something about go go go
and thought that no one can match him.
but with my thought of your nipples
I believed increasingly better
even better than him
because nobody loves them
I am the most suitable.
by Paul Curtis |
I first met Fiona at a Christmas party
A beautiful woman in a young girl’s body
Fiona was far more mature than her years
And she chose me that night
Despite a host of more suitable suitors
And we danced into the night
Her firm body pressed against mine
Her intoxicating scent enveloping me
Arms clinging tightly to me
Her breath against my neck
In full view of envious eyes
And later in passionate embrace
Just the two of us in the darkness
As I kissed her goodnight
by Michael Osborne |
confusion, introspection, loss, lost love, sad,
Through an unwanted separation.
At a new destination.
Caused the segregation.
A pitiful person,
For lack of congregation.
A depression fortification.
Partners of the past,
Are the new legislation.
Labeled a loser,
An inexcusable reputation.
Flashbacks of betrayel,
A suitable compensation.
A new form of defecation.
A tremedous complication.
by Olorunsogo David |
He taught me love
Left His siege to approve of this.
He first loved
Then shed the love abroad in my heart
He embraced death
And told me to do so for others
He left me a comforter
To guide me and never leave me lonely
He went ahead of me
Preparing a suitable homely destination
He lifted me
When everyone despised the rotten me
He is love
No one can understand love without Him
He said to me
"Do this in remembrance of me"
He treated me to dinner
Where all was perfected
He gave me the bread
"Eat of my flesh"
He served me the wine
"Drink of my blood"
He said to me
"Do this in remembrance of me(love)
by Peter Hall |
His love is beautiful
His love immutable
His love is suitable to me,
For His kindnesses
Come to my weaknesses,
For He is the Love in me.
Continually loving me.
His love is natural
Beyond the dutiful
His love immovable to me,
I'm now His righteousness
Flows from His faithfulness,
He is the Life in me
The Vine Life transfers to me.
His love is wonderful
His love emotional
His love is musical to me,
I found the natural note
That resonates my soul,
He is the Life in me
His love is life in me.
by Sara Kendrick |
When xerography yesterday's youthful gynecoiD
I'll wear my *multipurpose Mexican sunny sombrerO*
*Somehow, someway* I'll do suitable improV
And not be one who is cooperativE
*Sweet spirit super *(dove) fits my heart as a (glove) areaL
Spiritual enough not to speak (aloud)all that (proud) ballyhoO
Definitely earnestly forever guardsman against perV
Let my spirit forever be uncompromisablE
Written: September 28, 2022
Sponsor: Joseph May
Contest: The "A's" Have It
Nonsensical, I know. LOL..I think I got all the requirements in there.
I am speaking about what I would call gynecoid of generations of unborn babies.
by Micheal John |
On this lonely night
i know not sleep
in thinking of you
my heart knows brokeness
sitted upon my lips broken songs of loneliness
om my radio tuned i to listen
all i hear is missing you
tears rolled down my eyes
weakness i feel all over me
your grips on me so firmly
do you feel what i feel?
do you hear what i hear?
Whispering sounds of love songs
all i hear from the winds of time
your place in my heart
is no other suitable
come! mop my tears with your silky hairs
let your lips kiss away my loneliness
let me know wholeness from the warmth of your
come to me!!
Come to me!!
My darling you.
by Annabelle Jane |
confusion, hope, love
When the One that you want shares the wanting-you-too,
The decision falls squarely, unfairly on you.
The Man That You Love, or Unexpectedly There?
Who's promised more love than the former will spare.
Do you wait in the shadows, grasp at faith in the future?
Or find your frail heart a more Suitable Suitor?
by Micheal John |
In deep thought i am lost,
constructing words suitable,
with typing fingers and imagery,
only but behind the mask.
whispering sounds of love tones are heard,
voice so compelling as of an Angel.
In my dreaming she is my heart desire.
In my daylight she is the object of my imagination.
At the soft tone of her voice i am enspelled.
Behind the mask.
She is behind the mask.
Make known to me the beauty of thy look.
Let my nose swim in the aura of your presence,
let me be known by the gaze of thy eyes,
take away thy mask,
make known to me
the reality of thy beauty.
I long to behold.
by Angela Douglas |
beauty, flower, money, poverty, red, rose, sad love,
My rose bushes have bloomed
the three I planted last year
after digging up the dead ones
that had never thrived there
though it’s a sunny spot
suitable for roses
under the picture window
of my living room
with the paper peeling
off the walls
and its water stained
Petals of bold wine red
so beautiful to behold
I almost shed a tear
so seldom do I see such a sight
I would share a picture
of them with you if I thought
for one moment you might care
but I’m sure that you don’t
for you could buy a big bouquet
of resplendent roses everyday
delivered right to your door
by Kipngeno Robin |
adventure, cute love,
Glittering like the morning dew,
I am giving credit where it's due!
Watching you from toe to head,
Gives me effort to forge ahead,
With you my future is lit,
You just a wonderful elite,
I want to deal with my fiasco,
So that I no longer feel de facto,
Your name fits the skyline,
Extreme right of the number line,
I'm planning on a good venue,
Where I'll show your real value,
@Tha Formidable Cheru.
by Rashmi Kaushik |
cute love, feelings, good night, love, pets, sleep,
Time to relax
Time to stop
Time to rest
Keep your eyes close...
Telling stories, taking the teddy close to heart
My soft and brown bear
Shopping beautiful dreams from the cart
Love you a lot my dear...
My sleeping buddy
You are my old friend
Mumma-Papa brought you home
Gifted to me to make me glad...
I cry, laugh & share my secrets with you
Can't call you a toy as we've memories uncountable
You make me feel comfortable
Over everything, you make my environment suitable...
by Shaquana Montgomery |
depressioncry, life, me,
WHEN I CRY, I CRY ALONE..
IN A WORLD SO COLD WITH NO PLACE TO CALL HOME...
THINKING AN FEELIN LIKE EVERYDAY IS MY LAST ..
DWELLING SO DEEP DOWN IN THE PAST...MY MIND IS ROTTING...
NEVER AGAIN WILL IT EVER BE CLEAR BECAUSE MY NEED FOR LOVE IS NOW
HEART TAKEN OVER BY PAIN THE SUN TAKEN OVER BY RAIN
WISHING SOMEONE WOULD CRY WITH ME JUST SO THEY CAN FEEL THE SAME
THIS LIFE IS NOT A GAME.. FAILING TO SEE WHERE I STAND IN TIME
AN WHEN I CRY I CRY ALONE BECAUSE THIS LIFE IS ALWAYS ON MY MIND
TRING TO CHANGE IT, REARANGE IT, SO THAT ITS MORE SUITABLE FOR ME ..
TAKE A WALK IN MY SHOES AN U WILL SEE WHY WHEN I CRY I CRY ALONE
JUST WANTING THAT HAPPY HOME!
by David Robinson |
endurance, life, love, marriage,
The Burden is falling hard
Struggling to find a way
Disappearing in a crowd
Invisible to the world
Ready to give up
Then a light shines forth
Growing with each step
Sorrow replaced with hope
Walking hand in hand
Music to the spirit
Joined together by peace
In unity by love
Never feeling alone again
Together til the end of our days
Then bringing in a new life
Overcoming the challenges it brings
Raising it to new heights
Caring with all our hearts
Protecting it til death
Setting the example
Providing a suitable life
Never giving up on it
Giving it a life to live
Going through hell and back
The Burden is falling hard
Surviving through it together
by Deepak Srivastava |
Go for love and make life easy and suitable.
by Joe Dimino |
christian, inspirational, love, perspective, spiritual, truth, wisdom,
Contrary to modern palates,
truth does not come in preferred
nor does truthful meaning
morph into something more suitable
to any particular taste – truth is truth,
as time is time, when squandered,
a fool’s passage….
Love, alone, is
truth’s equal; Love, the only
journey worth taking...as no
truth can be found outside of
we love things into
and live that pulsing light
of pure spirit
or die an eternity of fruitless
Death is not God’s chosen
It is the manifest lie
of our own abdication –