by Phil Capitano |
Writing is dancing with words...
a titillating tango with verbs delicious...
a sultry waltz with rhythm and meter...
a hot rumba with randy adjectives...
a forbidden dance with unnamed nouns...
if this has not left you wanting more
then I shall dance with words no more.
Poetry is a pure passion play
of alliteration and words dancing in line,
a quick-stepping, twin-tapping salsa,
a seductive rhapsody in rhyme,
moving metaphors, measure and time…
my love is wrapped in this poetry
so will you please come dance with me?
by Gershon Wolf |
friendship, poetry, poets,
His line and verse flow like honey
Lovely, smooth, bright and sunny
A pied piper for me
He speaks of love in phrases pure
His words take wing, on airborne tour
Soaring high and free
Yet he himself is down to earth
Epitome of cheer and mirth
A humble soul is he
Always has an encouraging word
'Good friend' the honor on him conferred
The one-and-only Chris Green
September 26, 2019
Pick a Friend on Soup Contest
Sponsor: Bobby May
by Michelle Faulkner |
appreciation, husband, romantic love, wisdom,
What would the future, wiser me
The lonely widow I'm sure to be
Say to me, today
How precious, his baritone groan
To muted ears left all alone
Once he's flown away
Life's rivers drain abruptly swift
So recognize this moment's gift
Within his arms - stay.
For 'Triple Stanza Tail-Rhyme' contest
Sponsor: charles messina
by Mark Turner |
abortion, baby, religious,
The Unborn Child
I wonder will they let me in?
Will they furnish me with life support?
I want to be my Grandpa's friend,
his pride, his joy, and his hero in sports.
Really, it’s not his decision
for these nine months to go on through.
Mom and Dad, it’s up to your religion
to see that I’m worthwhile and needed, too.
Oh God, I’ll make them love me,
please, God, tell them both to go on.
I won't act hardheaded, nor wicked nor will I be ,
apathetic and sad, nor gripe and moan.
I’ll lie restfully in my Mother's arms.
Please, God, tell them both to let me be
by Annabelle Jane |
Books half opened
Lines half written
A bridge half built is halfway there.
Bones half broken
Lives half hidden
A heart in half has half to share.
by romeo naces |
forgiveness, life, love,
to ask to be forgiven
and to truly forgive,
to make amends,
to soothe hurts with a vow,
the most opportune time,
my friend, is now;
instantly we hate,
cautiously we love,
belatedly we miss
and long for the one
who has been unloved
now dead and gone;
hesitantly, we wait,
tomorrow, as always,
comes too late,
the undertaker knows
the tears, the date.
by Constance La France |
birth, death, life,
At my birth a ringing,
to mother's heart I was clinging-
I loved her smell.
She taught me what was best,
and to my child head a kiss pressed-
Love cast a spell.
And when her life ended,
was I, who with love attended-
May 29, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/Love Cast A Spell
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1256-606-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for Triple Stanza Couplet Tail-Rhyme Contest
sponsor, Charles Messina (birth,life,death)
by Michael Wegman |
day, encouraging, happiness, hope, love, self, smile,
Pleasured, to feel life’s warm embrace.
The smile, plastered across my face,
is evidence thereof.
Anticipation fills my heart,
Knowing in my knower, what waits:
another's smile, with love!
by Christopher Bunton |
Solemn Rows Of Ivory Stone,
Etched In Blood Of Those Gone Home,
To Be With Him.
Never Ending Flow Of Love,
From The Place That Is Above,
Reminds Us Of Them.
by Can Yucel |
I wrote your name
neither on the
ground nor on the
I wrote your name,
ON MY HEART...
by Shanity Rain |
children, family, father daughter, kids, giving, grandfather, grandparents, heaven, poems,
"put on your doorstep
to see how you give "
live life in giving and taking
live life loving or hating
my Grandfather knew things before his time
my muse , my memories of his being kind
I have a picture of he and I
The man with a pipe in his hand
always a book he would read
I clearly see why , I remember him reading me a story
on wrinkled paper as if it had been once thrown away frustrated ,
The Poet , The Man , with Pipe in his hand
asking as a child " where are the pictures ?"
He replies " this book does not have them "
I can not draw that well .
I Love you Forever Grandpa Murray from Chicago , Do you read poems to children in Heaven ? Honoring James Murray The Poet .
by bettie avery |
friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, life,
love always finds its way
even on the darkest day
when you are filled with sorrow
there is always hope for tomorrow
friends will come and go
this is something we all know
time goes by to fast
giving you a past
loving yourself is the key
so you can be happy and free
let go of your guilt
so your soul doesnt wilt
then with the rain
you wont always have to feel pain
keep your soul pure
life will be easier to endure
by Deborah Burch |
funny, lost love, satire,
My heart needs a tourniquet
For all the holes you burned in it...
So the bleeding stops!
You'll rue the day for this offense
And suffer without recompense...
My job's Special Ops!
by Kim Merryman |
dream, love, people,
I lay me down upon my bed,
and lovely thoughts invade my head;
elusive dreams at best.
Dreams of people no longer hating,
hand in hand, not hesitating,
to bless and to be blessed.
No matter race, religion, gender,
love reaching out with touch so tender,
we become united.
Alas, for now, it's just a dream,
but surely a most worthy scheme:
Brotherly love ignited.
by Lin Lane |
There thrives inside my garden walls
a bloom that enchants and enthralls
this lovely beauty grows
Amidst sweet scents all others pale
Designs on love will thus prevail
as dew cries on the rose
by cecil hickman |
anniversary, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, life, love, romance, wife,
My love for you is ecstasy
Veracity, no fantasy,
With all my passion,
Forever bound upon our souls,
Delivered in delightful goals,
Pleasing our fashion.
by Vongai Tinomudaishe Mupetesi |
first love, love,
The city park bench
Busy city, busy people, busy life
Privacy unattainable even when you strife
Busybodies around meddling everywhere
Privately aiming to muddle every affair
Yet they find peace in this location
Their love unrestrained by commotion
In the midst of chaos and foul stench
A love nest is built on a public bench
Encircled by noise yet they speak softly
People scampering yet they sit calmly
Hand in hand, innocently as if in paradise
Regardless of brutes present to jeopardize
Engrossed by each other’s company
Spontaneously crossing legs in synchrony
Unmindful of the stench from the adjacent trench
Sitting comfortably on the rusty metal bench
by Kamal Al-Adil |
health, inspirational, time, visionary,
The safety of a rose with a dozen of choices,
Why stand still and let the love waters get frozen?
When you snooze you lose, your move is like chess it doesn't prosper the fools,
Waiting to long you'll grow old sharing your blues,
Since communication rules the nation we're born to die but not miserable
Your hesitation will only lead to frustration,
Patience is your virtue
by Richard Lamoureux |
angst, confusion, boy,
What is a silly boy to do?
He wants to find a love that's true.
Drawn to sexy and so bad.
Duty says a wife and mother
Still attracted to another.
The right choice has left him sad.
by Paul Callus |
You think you’re the best
Your mind is at rest
You love with trust and zest
Believing that deep down he feels the same.
But now I’m afraid
His love could abate
It looks like it's too late
Already in his dreams he calls her name.
[I have to point out that this is not the usual tailed rhyme poem,
it's my own personal layout.]
by Christopher Bunton |
life, loss, love,
She loves me, she loves me not,
white petals flew away to rot.
Springs love blossoming grows.
Commitment made while passions burned,
missing lover, lesson learned.
A promise gone, as the wind blows.
For the "petals in the wind" contest
by Nancy Jones |
You who are so
glib with the phrase.
Get a life, love ifya can and smile
k, so another idea,
by RALPH TAYLOR |
He showed the ring, they were alone.
He spoke these words, in a soft, sweet tone!
"Darling, be my bride"!
She let out, a romantic moan!
She received, the Diamond stone!
"Yes dear", she replied!
Contest: Tail Rhyme Time
by Leon Datu |
When blind terror rages and burns
a city of love that now churns---
innocence, a prison.
The time will come as Fate returns,
justice for all seasons
O Liberte, newly risen.
Rime Couée-Tail Rhyme For France
Contest: Debbie Guzzi
by Barbara Gorelick |
The saxophone wails out a tune
Notes drifting to a blue night moon
Raise your glass on high
For it is such a mystery
And has been through all history
Hear the lovelorn cry