by Michelle Faulkner |
Categories:
depression, lost love, relationship,
'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?'
Were I to be more truthful, and less kind
Once fair, your hair now more consumed by gray
Your dewy luster I struggle to find
As weighted toll of years fills in your frame
And roses on your cheeks falter and fade
I can not say if it is age I blame
Or from the fall of youth, a cynic's made
Is it my eyes too blighted to recall
The fragile beauty your face once possessed
No large gash dealt, only dying in small
Moments I turned away from your caress
Unwatered, our garden lies bleak and spent
Winter coating the stems where summers went.
5/14/21
by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories:
heart, love,
Should there be such pain in
passion of the heart?
Or does the heart,
simply by beating,
know the boundaries of pain
when it can no longer absorb any more joy?
The two seem intertwined at times,
each exalted unto itself.
From euphoria to melancholia,
the heart is on an endless journey
seeking harmony and balance,
yet finding anything but.
We torture our souls
for the sake of love,
enduring countless curves,
on the road to the steep summit
where a plateau cannot survive
the weathered storms for long,
but for the season’s summers
we exist.
Make Me Feel it Poetry Contest
Sponsor Becca Teagan
July 9, 2016
by Anthony Biaanco |
Categories:
lost love,
love,
gently rustles silver leaves
gliding through open windows
a golden summers evening
love,
like a cardinal's rubied wing
warming the brutish bluish soul
of winter's icy cheek
love,
like a spray of ocean blossoms
bursting from a magicians sleeve
into caverns of lonely hearts
rooting oh so very deeply
love,
like a siren sweetly offering
a sextant for the wayward bow,
just before it strikes the reef
and leaves in a flaming howl
love.
by John Hamilton |
Categories:
absence, change, love hurts, missing you, relationship,
Autumn's desires
Your amber-umber eyes, penetrate me
as saffron sun sets on faces, ashen
Your suspicious mind raves with jealousy
as pumpkin winds chill our summers passion
your love transitions to winter's fashion.
Fire and ice keep flowing through your bold veins
Wild imaginations portend cold rains.
I dream of your ruby-red crimson lips
my mind won't rest until you have returned
the touches from your ginger fingertips
we can rebuild the bridges that have burned,
then, we will laugh at all the lessons learned
I think of your flowing cinnamon hair
mem'ries of our home, and you being there.
John Derek Hamilton
September 16,2017
by Mike Hauser |
Categories:
love,
If one mid-summers day
Love came rolling in on a cloud
I'd gladly say let it rain
And puddle up around my house
by T.Nicole Williams |
Categories:
emotions, heart, love, passion, poetry, romance, romantic,
Beloved, turn off the lights; speak to me;
Is your heart to be evermore my own,
does my name slip from your lips silently...
content, that I should need ne'er more to moan.
~
Beloved, watch close loves acquainted eyes;
reflections holds no secrets from within.
For the souls bidding eyes will ne'er tell lies,
remember, doubt not… your want is my sin.
~
Beloved, wilt thou walk with me through dreams,
come lay with me as if I were dying?
Kiss my mouth, give me water from your stream;
listen love...the voice of the rain’s crying.
Loves lives through winters cold, summers fire,
though daybreak begins, as the night retires.
by Kaley Carroll |
Categories:
lost love,
Throughout the winter it's like I'm gone
Watching you from far beyond
Seeing you through the trees
Something sounds like honey bees
Watching you from far beyond
Wishing that I was not gone
Lovely roses round your head
Trees that shine green and red
Winters gone and I am back
I feel like such an insomniac
Here I am you are asleep
That's when I hear a beep
1 day 2 days 3 days by
It really makes me wanna cry
Summers gone and winters back
It's back to were it started at.
by T.Nicole Williams |
Categories:
loveme, me,
Beloved, turn off the lights, speak to me;
Is your heart to be evermore my own?
Does my name slip from your lips silently...
content, that I should need ne’er more to moan.
~
Beloved, watch close loves acquainted eyes,
reflections holds no secrets from within;
for the souls bidding eyes will ne’er tell lies,
remember, doubt not, your want is my sin.
~
Beloved, wilt thou walk with me through dreams;
come lay with me as if I were dying.
Kiss my mouth, give me water from your stream;
Listen love...the voice of the rain’s crying.
Loves lives through winters cold, summers fire,
Though daybreak begins, and night retires.
TNWilliams
©
2008
by Just James |
Categories:
love,
love bleeds into me and now becomes life
Light fractures into rainbow’s not hate
Warm rises from my lonely black
Rain summers life from past cold
Old tear filled eyes now dry
Soft dreams make me young
Single was hard
Two now pair
We’re one
Love
” spiraling effect” of vortex by antonyms in following line
by Wandering Butterfly |
Categories:
childhood, dedication, happiness, places, uplifting
Ah, Alum Creek
A place I love to go
In the summer for a picnic
Or a jet ski talent show
The kids can run and play
Covered in sand from head to toe
Pack your 45
we've got UV rays to soak
Hitch up them jet skis boys
Dont forget the boat
"Out to play!" is on the door
"Will return" was all I wrote
-Miranda Lambert-
02/15/2011 11:45 am
(My dad took us to alum creek every summer, I plan to continue this legacy for many
summers to come)
by Joyce Johnson |
Categories:
summer,
I recall when summer
Was sitting in the shade
Drinking icy glasses
Of Mama’s lemonade.
In the magic summers
When love was fresh and new;
Delight of summer evenings
Exclusively for two.
Later on the summers
Were two weeks at the shore;
Brushing sand from children
Wishing days were more.
Life with all its burdens,
Halts not for summer’s treasure.
There no longer is the time
To taste of summer’s pleasure.
Summers have grown shorter
And busier it seems.
Lazy days of summer
Are only in my dreams.
by Debbie Duncan |
Categories:
life,
Indian summers come
Then they slip away
Fish swim upstream to spawn
But they never stay
October came in 1955
I lay on my mother's breast
Love came to me one day
Then stepped away
There might be scars here
and there. But, there's still
The light of the angels
Shining thru her eyes
6/17/2017 11 pm Sat.
by Albert Ahearn |
Categories:
lost love
Many lovers’ kiss faded from my lips
Like summers early morning mist that dries
When timely sunrise first arrives outside
My windowpane. Can I rewrite the script
Of providence that’s handed me? Eclipse
Another, hardly. The Jekyll and Hyde
Reside in me: the good and bad divide
At first but then the worst bestirs and shifts.
A lover kisses Jekyll’s lips of wine
But soon the lovers tasting vinegar
When Hyde emerges every single time
To spoil the sweet-taste of love. Au revoir!
The final parting words that draws the line
When love dies never knowing who you are.
by Jay Loveless |
Categories:
uplifting,
Upbeat
Happy
Bringing the memory of childhood summers
Bouncing
Sweet
Endearing
Soft voice of an angel leading me away
Dancing
Open
Close
Eyes flickering slowly with peace
Contempt
High
Joy
Away into the clouds into love and happiness
Exploding
Brilliance
Colors
Blossoming designs flowering in the sky
Amazing
by s. grace |
Categories:
age, break up, deep, goodbye, how i feel, sad, sad love,
Take this last kiss as a bid goodbye
Dont sit and wonder why oh why
Can I not walk in the trail of your stride
Why my heart is groomed to hide
You are just a child, as am I
So don’t think that we can outlast July
Isn’t it a pity, how such sweet summers come to end
Leaving behind two young lovers from worlds that’ll never blend
Now it seems that I hate to speak the truth,
But this affair has a fate, a tragic ending in youth
You can lure me with promises that we will have it all,
But it seems my roots have already grown into the wall.
by Johnny Rhinem |
Categories:
love,
Soft the caress within love's tender kiss and times perfumed gaze..
Gathering centuries as bouquets; beauty in petals to mark this page
Splashed aneath colours atop their still frames; thresholds she waits
Ushering her dreams beyound the gate; crashing waves and a heart
Engraved these moments standing quiet no more; destiny's shores
Wiping tears from her eyes shall not they cry; joy, yet never sorrow
Ever again love's beautiful ballerina, whom bled one summers day ?
Leaving this lifes stage for a much better place; soft the lights caress
Perfumed these still frames; gathering her silent centuries in bouquets.
by Vijay Pandit |
Categories:
love, nature,
Enchanting
Is beauty of your love
Fragrant, colorful, blossoms of spring
Delighting
Robins on willow trees
To woo your summers in playful hints
Riveting
Your passions marigold
In musings gamboge of autumn's leaves
Fulfilling
Desires of snow white dreams
Kissing you as snowflakes are falling
March 4, 2021
Placed 1st: Images in parallel poetry contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Syllables per stanza: 3,6,9
by Mike Gentile |
Categories:
beauty, how i feel, life, sad,
Oh Sweet Seasons,
Return to me
Bring back the summers
of love in the sand
of champagne moons
and dancing in the sun
Send me your autumns
on apple cider breeze
and nature’s confetti
of auburn and gold
Frost me in winters
with marshmallow mountains
warmed by hot chocolate
and pine coned embers
Then let life renew
oh sweet seasons of spring
with lilac memories
and honey bee serenade
by Jay Loveless |
Categories:
me, me,
upon a summers eve
i dreampt of thee
the way your hands move
i love they way they do
beneath my body boy
so strong beneath me, moving me like a toy
your arms around my waist
your lips finding a path to my face
shivers crawl up my spine
as your rythem joins mine
laying on your couch
the movie sounds in my head
but my eyes are on yours
as we almost fall to the floor
breathing as heavy as i
im about to cry
just bite me once?
just get this tourcher over with?
i enjoy this too
but oh my, these emotions are too much with you
you unravel me to the core
and im thinking of just one thing
just you
just this boy
by Tim Ryerson |
Categories:
nostalgia,
Slide-out Coke machines
Bubble gum baseball cards
Superman/Batman comics
Full service gas stations
25 cents a gallon
Dial phones
AM radio
Fats Domino
Black & white TV
Rabbit-ear antennae
Three channels
I Love Lucy
Drive-in movies
Double dating
Drive-in diners
10 cent hot dogs
Saddle Oxfords
Penny Loafers
Vacation bible school
Homemade playgrounds
Barefoot summers
A dollar was a fortune...
No cable
No Internet
No cell phones
No problem...
by Holly Ward |
Categories:
family, life, memory,
If this hat could talk, it would tell you many things
Emotions from the heart, and the beginnings of many dreams.
This hat would reveal about the long drives taken along the open road
Where the summers stayed hot and the winters were cold.
Where love was in bloom and marriage could not come any faster
When a moment stood still, waiting to hear for an answer.
A time for listening to laughter, with children, family and friends
About loss and heartache, when a loved ones life ends.
Oh the stories this hat could tell with recollections to disclose
Like secrets that have been hidden, never to be told.
This hat is special, one of a kind, so you see
Dear to my heart with a lifetime of memories.
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
history, life
My 60’s
My 60’s
meant childhood.
Unaware of changing mores
or real significance of
Kennedy’s assassination,
three sisters
and I
were transplanted
to Mom’s childhood Iowa farm until
she remarried. Though poor, we had
good times!
Our family,
now ten souls, adapted, struggling, while
soldiers fought abroad. Civil unrest was
little known to me. I enjoyed
summers, friendships, radio, kiss in ‘69 -
Moon walk/ childhood’s end.
Free love, hippies, LSD
eluded me.
I thrived!
By Andrea Dietrich
Inspired by nette onclaud's Contest:
"Magic of Decade's Moods"
by John Trusty |
Categories:
funny, lost love, nature
summers’ last prayer
you’re about to lose your head…
while getting some tail
*For the Praying Mantis Haiku Contest
by Michael Byte |
Categories:
summer,
Summers come and go, what little time
do I get that new game and play
as the summer heat peaks in time.
Will my friends be able to play?
Is my family going on a train
to somewhere so far away
where there will be so much pain
wish I was home to play.
That fishing hole down the road
where all love to spend our time.
fish big enough break my rod
as we sit in the sun from above.
It will be here so soon in time
how will I have fun this summer time
by Sharon Ruebel |
Categories:
devotion,
an old photograph
gazing into each other
my heart remembers
a summers day long ago
faded signature with love...