dark, destiny, love, passion, poetry,
by Paloma P |
I love you without surmising 'why',
your passion sets pon dusky distances
betwixt & 'midst quartz glass spaces,
where scented phases astir moon glow
and impassioned fireside involvement
madly erupt above obscure air castles,
beyond a swept away briny rendezvous
of crystallized darkly essential marrow,
like wildflowers penchant for Spring
blooming 'tween summoned fiery March
snowdrifts' lashing bout ignitable flurries
amongst wind's orgasmic undressing,
farthermost indulgent sundown piques
regaling its worth with naught but those
magnificent moments in timely conception,
whence endearment yearns to be evermore
Inspired by Pablo Neruda - - Sonnet Xvii
by John Rhinem |
Resonating magnificent resplendencies of such rhapsodies
Resonant, amid this glowing renaissance of her resurrection....
Lost opaque dreams, awakening to find these vibrancies of colours
As if van Gogh himself had been summoned through this periscope of visions
Brilliant brushings within passions poured from such viles of rebirths
Castings of callings, transposed from atop this vestiges love laced canvas
Splashings, of spheres now captured, within a concerto's reprise
A Swans Song....
by Raul Moreno |
loss, sympathylove, perspective,
God called for you untimely,
Six and a half years have passed.
But I can still remember,
The lovely time I saw you last.
You was a welcomed surprise,
On May 15th, 2002.
But then for some reason,
The good Lord summoned you.
A feeling I can’t explain,
The letting go of a son.
He will always be our child,
We love and miss you Aaron.
For Robin and the Gass family
With love and respect from
one poet to another.
Robin, this is from your perspective...Raul
by Tom Zart |
Tears are the raindrops of the soul
And there's one for all who die.
They are the silent words of grief
As they fall free from the eye.
The shortest verse in the Bible
Is the one where Jesus wept;
So, if you hold back tears, "shed them"
When your pains too harsh to accept.
Tears are lovelier than a smile
When they come from those you love.
As they seek relief from sadness,
When you're summoned from above.
Tears are a love-mates humble gift
When it's time to say goodbye,
Though the eyes are wet and swollen,
With time and patience they dry.
by Mike Gentile |
hope, how i feel, introspection, love, world,
I wonder our world should it beat with one heart
The variance found would not tear us apart
In words formed of love bid to meet each new day
Together in one breath, we’d sweep hate away
Intelligence summoned by thinking in tune
Transforming the winter to springtime in June
Inside of what looks like a shiny blue orb
The water that flows through our lives would absorb
Infirmities fashioned by weakness of mind
To forge a new armor, our strengths well defined
I wonder our world should it beat with one heart
The tragedies requisite for us to start
by David Paquin |
art, inspirational, mystery, passion,
Sparkles of gold in the winter
Whispering words of thousand years
A smell of fate in the darkness
The song of a long gone mistress
Tales of the great, lost in eons
The pain of a million Oblivions
Love of a daisy in the dew
Sight of the dragons that once flew
My mind is here, timeless
Shattered in melancholy, pointless
Blessed with the bliss of ignorance
Gliding winds of an unreal trance
Summoned by a hundred summonings
By the fate that a kiss brings
By the flight of my own dream
Cristallization of a child's scream
Wake me up with my soul's core
Extract its celestial ore
Channel it to every dreamer
In sparkles of gold in the winter
by Thabang ntsie Spaten |
deep, fear, pain, power, sin, slam, truth, world,
slaves of love in darkness
On curious views
In robes of patience
Feeding on fear
Running in tears
Seeking a leader Braver than Man
Day breakers summoned
By outcomes of yesterday
Pregnant with life
On a journey to an endless tomorrows
Surrounded by joy and sin
Under force of mortality
Faith was dethroned
Knowing seized concluding
Witnessing was a mouthful
In age of miracles
by Monique McDowell |
black african american, inspirational, peace, hope,
Who are you to dream of chains
And yet proclaim of victory
How do you lie in chains
And yet stand in liberty
When do you pay a debt
That must be paid
What makes you forgive a debt
That must be forgave
In a time of hostility
With the trembles of an oncoming war
You held it in and did not cry
As long before
Your face remained
Lifted toward the sky
Your fire within made you an enemy
Yet a much needed ally
Your words gave peace to those deeply wounded
By the treacheries of man
Your joy gave hope a new mission
Thus hope called love again
And summoned faith to come
Faith remembered your prayer
And gave birth to freedom
by Guru Jad |
devotion, love, women,
No mortal has triumphed to conquer your appeal,
From Enkidu's Shamhat to Cain's Aclima it starts
Longing for possessing you was part of the ordeal,
For lust grew unfathomed with the first love darts
Craving carved its roots in men with a hefty zeal,
Until it blurred our nous with the serum of hearts
Till now the journey keeps marching without retreat
If all is summoned, faith to you until the endmost beat!
© Guru Jad 2013
by Daisy Marie Yant |
appreciation, inspirational, miss you, mother, mothers day,
Precious and pleasant she was no ordinary woman;
Expecting mighty moves and miracles for her Lord had summoned.
Almighty God she always sought,
Rearing her children in the same manner and thought.
Loving everyone whether friend or foe;
Yes this is a woman I want everybody to know.
A great and loving mother with a gentle voice,
Never yelling or cursing and this was her choice.
To be this kind of mother cooking, cleaning and raising 6 kids;
A lot of women wouldn't have done it but this mother did.
Another tribute to my mom who transition on 4/8/2004. I love and miss you.
Entry into the Acrostic on Mother's Day...sponsored by Tammy Ream.
by Frederic Parker |
grief, sad, sorrow,
I never summoned sadness to my cause
And yet it fell full to me, neverending
A darkness envelop the soul, to pause
To leave despair, a depth I'm descending
When did time become a realm so cold?
As beauty faded away in silence
When love was shaken, the heart foretold
Loneliness will appear in love's absence
Grief flows fluid, while in quiet repose
To fill the emptiness, when love has died
Reflections fleeting, do not but expose
A need for a flickering light, to guide
Summoned by sadness, with no knowledge of
To feel a heart grow cold, without love
by Lu Loo |
Spectacular Acrostic Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Striking centerpiece placed on the table
Paper napkins with pure lined silverware
Exactly the way the ham is cooked in basil
Calia is content and wouldn't go anywhere
Tommy stole her heart back in high school
Admits, always dreamed to be her husband
Couldn't wait to kneel with a diamond jewel
Under the roses a velvet box he summoned
Loving times they shared on their honeymoon
After, they danced under the starlit moon
Rising sun comes as they began to swoon
Date Written: January 12, 2016
by Mario Vitale |
art, caregiving, childhood, death, faith, family, fantasy, children, forgiveness, friendship, funny, holiday, husband, imagination, inspirational, introspection, life, loss, lost love, lovemay, time,
Stone upon the water front/
Next to the cashmere pillow,
The pier near the gallow shore/
A man began to speak,
Within this land there shall be no way out accept I tax,
This gravitational pull may bring some down,
Yet if you stay and listen very carefully/
You will live through this time and be very happy !
Many of you have become lazy in the manner of laws,
A decree will be summoned to let us know/
The waiting may be hard to comprehend,
Yet within time you can grow to depend/
The fat of the land,
Let this man take you by the hand/
There can be no further excuses or escape,
The way will depend upon the hearer's !
by Paula Swanson |
Gaze from West to East
Gentle gentle is the night
Sunfire turns to dusk
with angel tears scattered 'bout
caught within it's folds
Waltzing to a tune
played by astral orchestras
'Till the morning light
Where upon she takes
her leave untill she's summoned
by Twilight, her love
Featured Poem on Poetry Soup July 18, 2010
by Mario Vitale |
art, black african american, childhood, computer-internet, death, food, funny, history, lost, lost,
God of light conquer my fear from within
An eclipse of the sun has tainted my inner vision
Who are we to have believed yet achieved
Some are even caught in its pickle;
Stranded as two love birds caught in a fickle
The uniting of two hearts so far away we will pray
God of heaven take delight on my poetry
Look highly favorable amidst the summoned truth
Like a lost carriage we take our flight away
Far from the lost brevity in exchange of honesty
The silence has etched its memory in our brains
Shattered by the moment of upheaval and then,
We look humbly then often deeper then ever before
In exchange of honesty its just Studio 54?
by Nick Nguyen |
abuse, dark, deep, girl, light, love,
I am a female indeed
I'm what you expect in one;
But there is one thing you can't do to me,
And that is to harm me in anyway that will make me run.
I'm a female with a strong heart
Something that you will never steal;
I'm not afraid of leaving what we had to start,
Harm me again and I will leave you for real.
Just because I am a woman
Doesn't mean you have power over me;
I'm not one to be taken over and summoned,
I am one who needs trust to be set free.
If you ever try to rule me and harm me physically
I will never be scared ever again and hide;
Through the years I have trained myself mentally,
Like the lioness who fights not just for her but her pride.
by ugenteraan manogaran |
Anything For YOU
I poetized your name on the sky with my blood as the ink
I kept my eyes frozen to admire the beauty of your eye blink
I summoned Sakura flowers on the pavements beneath your feet
I studiously counted the flow of my love inside each of your heartbeat
Just tell me what else should I do to make you love me..!
Shall I carve out a majestic aurora using your canorous voice?
Shall I catch those dazzling stars from every blink of your eyes?
Shall I coerce the Moon to dance according to the flux of your hair?
Shall I ask the rainbow to entertain you when you're in despair?
Tell me!Tell me! Tell me! What should I do to make you love me?
by Michael Degenhardt |
Shadow on my wall
I am called by your presence
I’m summoned by your very spirit
You touch me as no other
Septet syllable count is 3,5,7,9,7,5,3, unrhymed
by john castro |
my spirit is damaged
i breathe sorrow and sadness
my heart shattered in pieces
by the hammer of madness
short breaths trying to catch wind
its impossible catching something so thin
expansion! explosion a chest cavity with a heavy heart
like a dove, i love once until death do us part
rotating on the rotisserie of reality
hells fire summoned beckoning my fatality
i care not for the sun sets and sun ups
enough pain already i'm all done up
tired of tears cranky of crying
rush my life grant me the wish of dying
it's too much pain the memory of her face
how can i forget somthing that can't be replaced??????
by Rachel St.Cross |
art, beauty, butterfly,
Resonating magnificent resplendencies and, such rhapsodies...
Resonant amid this glowing renaissance, of their resurrection
Lost opaque dreams awakening to find these vibrancies; vivid
Colours as if van Gogh himself, had been summoned through
This periscope of vision's; brilliant brushings timeless passions
Poured from ardent viles a rebirths casting their calling; breath
Transposed from atop this, vestiges love laced canvas; divinity
Splashings, about spheres to be captured in, an artistic reprise.
by Tim Smith |
baptism, celebration, light,
Vestige of light may you often shine
in passages summoned upon thin lines
granted too fast on honor flights
from notes of praise and gratitude
into long love sonnets lost from sight
Above the alter of solemn hymns
where patience runs in hallowed halls
with secrets dark on leaden souls
forgiveness brought with sacred trust
in stained glass windows visions hold
To grasp the word and follow may
to mold your brethren in certain ways
a hand, a heart, a promise true
of mind, of touch, imparts free will
a humble man, a simple role,
a life He gave, to save your soul
by laszlo kecsedi |
depression, freedom, introspection, lonely, lost love, sorrow,
A windowless mansion stands on a no man`s land
In it there`s a dark tomb made by my own hand
Here I`m buried with memories I treasure, here
I`m tormented by sensations of pain and pleasure
Every thought of you is a new brick in the wall
Images of fantasies decorate the haunted hall
I summoned angels, wished they lived with me here
But they turned into demons of jealousy and fear
Such sinister creatures know nothing of charity
The price for my pleasures will be my sanity
by Alexandra Mas |
anxiety, dark, love, passion, poetry, sad, truth,
I lost sensation where the madness would swell.
Swirling softly with the petals of time.
In a wind very cold and I could tell
It would strengthen with every breath of mine.
I called for my voice and I summoned these thoughts.
With shaking hands I untangled the knots
And between my fingers slipped the ribbons of truth
by Abul Ghazanfar |
A wrong leader in power
Frustrates all hopes
The poets will not sing any new songs
A dullness may take over
Natural purposes retarded
It even makes you wonder
If God intended grace
To allow to build a dream
Of rainbow or embrace
Greed will tip the balance
Plans and semi-plans
Of ideologues and clans
Will limit natural choices
People in total loss
It finally will lead
To sacrificial lamb … Love
To be summoned to submit in the chaos!
One possible result is:
Empty shells may seize the day!
Abul Qasem Ghazanfar
by Johnny Rhinem |
angel, art, autumn, love,
Resonating magnificent resplendencies in such, rhapsodies
Resonant amid this glowing renaissance; and her resurrection
Lost opaque dreams awakening to find these, vibrant colours as if
Van Gogh himself had been summoned through time's periscope's visions
Brilliant brushings aside passions poured about viles of a rebirth's casting; callings
Transposed from atop another vestige's love laced canvas; splashing's be spheres now
Captured inside, a concerto's reprise ? Ballerinas their light and my, Anna Pavlova, with love.