by Silent One |
Categories:
desire, romance, romantic love,
She is soothing music,
but an unwritten script.
A silent movie,
but visually, cinematic elegance.
Infatuated lyrics thirst to
compose onto tones of her curves.
Her tongue is a sensual dance,
a serenade of sensitive sensations.
Her lips a path to pristine passion,
her eyes a gateway to heaven.
But she is grandeur of purity,
a distinction of innocence.
Fate must learn patience,
in the pursuit of desire.
Simple Musing
Silent One
8 March 2020
by Hiya Sharma |
Categories:
art, emotions, heart, imagery, moon, sun, sunset,
I'm an estuary of ivy-furs,
sleeping in monsoonal moonglades of love~
as the savannah sun of sunset blurs,
slowly unveiling stars with golden glove.
When russet- fairies twirl in a bronze lake,
singing with springs of watermelon wand,
an untouched summer unfurls behind ache,
lacing twilights with lush wishes, so fond.
Garden of grapefruit, doesn't forbid faith,
exotic eyes paint life with a rare art,
where hilly hues drape seashores ~ daisy-bathe,
my muse weaves magic on the 'bay of heart'.
by Victor Apeanyo Jr. |
Categories:
lost love, love, sad, son, song-sympathy
A place still lies
Lonely and untouched
Every night it cries
Seeking for its walls to be patched
A place still lies
But dead in its self
With broken memories
And an empty shelf
I struggle to find myself
In the midst of all the strife
But above me a cloud of darkness
So thick, full of sadness
The place will still lie
But not utter a cry
It shall continue to die
Because no one asked why
by Craig Cornish |
Categories:
books,
(English Sonnet Rhyme in Iambic Tetrameter)
What tomes in lonely corners dwell
where undisturbed and rimmed with dust,
forgotten tales that once were held
and stained with tears and love and lust -
now sit untouched like aging queens;
more interest in apparent heirs
like Kindle tablets - pageless screens,
dull bootless script where no one shares.
So empty when a page is turned,
no weight of paper in its place
and when it's done no conference yearned -
there is no book ... just empty space.
The halls where all the books are kept
will haunt until their dust is swept.
by Jesse Rowe |
Categories:
friendship, friendship love, loneliness, music,
Somewhere there is an unused chime
disconnected from its peers.
It lies in untouched, safely silent solitude.
It's veneer is pristine and shiny,
but within is a hollow vacancy.
Elsewhere there is an incomplete wind chime
missing some quintessential part.
It lives in unknowingly incomplete, happy harmony.
Each chime is chipped and worn
but filled with joyous music.
If ever they should be united,
Ah, the song their collisions will sing.
8.27.18
For Contest: Wind Chimes
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
by Cona Adams |
Categories:
poems, writing,
I love the blank, bare page
unmarred by usage
untouched by erasure
thirsty as desert sand
expectant, waiting
to pull onto itself and hold
all the words of my heart.
by Vertical Vertical |
Categories:
love,
They left every stone unturned
Every rose untouched
In the rubble of a shrine
Of those who once had loved
They lie quietly
Faces upturned
Towards the sun
Their tears vaporize
To ascend
To become
A story that will never end
Life begins at the turn
Of a long winding way
Journeyed in a day.
by Howard Barton |
Categories:
life, lost love, passion,
I admire her from a distance.
As you would a piece of art.
Afraid to say things that I feel.
To touch .Or show my heart.
My body is a vessel. With a heart of stone within.
I fear for all to see it. Or to use it once again.
I wore it on my shoulder . For all the world to see.
It seems I gave it freely . And it got the best of me.
If my life could be started over.
I would pick a different time.
One where I would'nt know her.
Or ever have her own my mind.
If now I was struck with blindness.
If I could never see again.
Her face would never leave me.
Her love always within.
by Vince Suzadail Jr. |
Categories:
imagination, lost love, sea,
Warm summer breeze touching the palms
Two bodies entangled on a hidden beach
The moon enhanced by the Southern Cross
The depths of our souls within our reach
The scent of ocean, the taste of coke and rum
The sand between my toes as we walk through the night
The sight of a sailboat dancing on the water
Caribbean blue touching the sand so white
Untouched by progress, kissed by the Gods
Deserted yet so full of life it seems
I call your name and reach out for you
Tears fill my eyes for my castaway dreams.
by Shandy Potes-Mangra |
Categories:
loss, lost love, sad,
All those lies,
The creaking on the stairs
Glazed fixed eyes
Upon scuff marked boots
My abrupt croak,
Droned-out by sudden humming
From the refrigerator
My voice falls,
Pitched to the floor
Like suspended in time
To look upon these photos now
Hold nothing but false pretenses
A mirrored hope,
To escape for plummeting slopes
Our roots untouched lay
Fuming in collective dust
Along the many volumes
None would ever breach
Poisingly I held my chin,
Towards the cupping sun
Lapping in all it's warmth
Knowing with just two words
I'd stop the flooding dams, "No More"
by Allen Beilschmidt Sr. |
Categories:
lonely, night,
December's harshness in the air
can never quite compare to the ice
inside your eyes-your stoic lack
of apathy.
So now your gone,
and what have you left me?
warm wine three quarters
left untouched;
a faded photo down the hall;
drab dishes stacked in
stained grey cabinets.
The oaken table left
unfinished beside a
bare and sterile wall.
Do not return again, my love;
. To many chilly days have been
absorbed into -to many frigid nights.
by Unseeking Seeker |
Categories:
life, love, spiritual,
“Animate with love, each moment
Enhancing thus, our bliss quotient”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Awareness untouched by love is barren
Throb of love is our innate aliveness
Canvas we paint our own colouration
Let the music resonate lovingness
Granted free will, thinking manifests life
Aiding alignment with love upon earth
Ego urges us to engage in strife
Whilst love blissful joy forever in mirth
Radiant emptiness bliss mist aglow
Abiding in this silence we are free
Feeling and colouring life as it flows
Each moment we renew our joy entrée
Be mindful, oh hermit, embrace the now
Follow the scent of love, sweet and mellow
10-December-2020
by Rick Parise |
Categories:
art, imagery, inspirational, love, nature, uplifting,
She Sits In Her Little Room
-
She sits in her little room
Dried flowers and jasmine scent
And writes the words of promise
Hoping to transcend
She often paints in memory
Upon the walls of dream
Where specs of stardust glisten
Upon a sea of love
She roams the woods of fairytale
On twilight's misty eve
And tumbles with the Autumn leaves
To plant a sacred seed
She often paints in memory
Upon the walls of dream
Where endless fires burn untouched
Within a heart redeemed
From the window of white veil promise
Soft moonlight upon her face
She lights a candle within her heart
Of flowers and silken lace
by Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories:
imagination, love, on writing and words
Stars twinkling
at night, doth bring
warm, fetching
this surreal passion
of slithering feet
doing the quick step
in moon stroke music
Ah, the smell of
lemon rinds and touch
of wild jasmine
swirling, inside me, yet I’m
too timid, to voice out
like a canvass
left untouched, by a brush
by Jackie Faasisila |
Categories:
malayalam,
LOST IN LOVE
Winter is over
The rains have stopped
Flowers now in bloom
His voice calls out my name
His tender lips touch mine
His caresses soft and warm
Delightfully sublime
Smothered with his kisses
Sweet as the taste of wine
Love is wild flower
Untouched by tests of time
He brought me to his banquet
Filled with sweetness from above
“Drink deep, oh my darling
Let us lose ourselves in love.”
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
lost love, passion
As though she were a moon in sky of nights unstarred;
as though a silent, untouched plain was Heloise
when parted from the one who'd been her rain and breeze.
She lived her life, but lived without her Abelard.
(To anyone interested, this is one of the greatest love stories in history!
The book I read of it really moved me. If you never heard of this couple,
I hope you will Google it and check out the story! The book I read was
"Stealing Heaven," by Marion Meade)
For Brian Strand's Contest (abba end rhyme)
by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories:
desire, god, introspection, life, love, sin, youth,
I longed for love—love pure like driven snow,
untouched and virgin—in the years to come:
but years did come and go until (O woe!)
it, like the fall, decayed in my autumn.
Heartbroken, never I a princess met
or maiden girl with whom to spend long nights
of ardent love. (Alas! best to forget
my heart's too foolish hopes of its delights.)
Unstained by sin, naïve and innocent;
unspoil'd by life and vice in the very least:
I cast'd aside my youth's prurient bent,
forswore my loins' lusts and was my own priest!
Now aged and useless, I've denied all love;
thus life's reproach abides and won't approve.
by Michael Bell |
Categories:
beauty, fantasy, love, ocean, paradise,
Tropical Island
Flamingos in flight pencil the sky,
amidst horizon drifts pink clouds on high.
Lies yonder an island of tropical cliff,
with fish, coral reef and seaweed adrift
Here dolphins are schooled and learn how to play.
The hatchlings of turtles can swim in the bay
Where mermaids can frolic their fishtails and say
That no one ‘s discovered their home to this day
A place I would share with some one I love.
Enjoy all creations of nature untouched.
Where gannets and seabirds can nest on the rocks.
A home to all solice with peace from above.
by Sandy Wilson |
Categories:
funeral, lossme, me,
Your hands untouched
Smell unknown
Hugs not felt
Words unsaid
Embedded into me
Mind wonders
Heart races
Agony of wanting
What I can't have
Give me a minute
To recognize there's nothing between you and I
You listen quietly
Day and night
Now's your turn to speak
Shed me your light
Let me see what others can
And I can not
Give me a memory of you
The heart wants what it can't have
For love is immortal
And it bleeds in its need
by Daniel Human |
Categories:
love, lust, marriage, passion,
How can Euclidian geometry
Describe such perfect symmetry
Such soft and velvet hills
Of love, and drink, it fills
How can such perfection of bend
Of dune that dips to dimple
Be caressed – not a ripple!
As age has passed by
Untouched, as tips of trees the sky
The blue veins tattooed
Under skin inverse to soot
Inverse to rhyme, sublime!
Warm to the touch, the tongue
The taste, the subtle kiss of peach
Always just
Out of reach
The moonlight surrounds the lines
So softly, so sable-brushed
As your sleep smiled breath
My love against soft pillows crushed
by Christine A Kysely |
Categories:
introspection, life, love
You are the color
In my bleak Black and White World
You bend my rays of light
And do so without a sound
You are the ripples
In my otherwise untouched pond
You are the wind
That causes my earth to become undone
You are the song in my heart
That otherwise would have gone unsung
You are the flame
That has lit my fire within
You are my desire
From which there is no end.
You are the color
In my bleak Black and White World.
(May 27, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
by Wendy Macdonald |
Categories:
devotion, faith, forgiveness, inspirational, love, uplifting, visionary,
Mankind sees through human eyes and hearts-
that are oft times
untouched and rendered cold.
But as the Ancient of Days many foretold-
The hearts of the fathers will
be turned back to the children;
And the hearts of the children will be turned back
to the hearts of the fathers.
by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories:
beauty, nature,
the beauty's effect
I'm actually breathing
rainbow blue dewdrops
close interaction
love the earth with all your heart
in the flame of light
some beads on a string
is bound to your own bright eyes
a untouched nature
11.01.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Syllable : 5-7-5
by Unseeking Seeker |
Categories:
muse, time,
Along time linear, memories blur
The ones recalled by mind, are those that bind
Mixed emotions stir, of which some endure
As we rewind time, life has left behind
Fleeting is youth prime, headed for deaths chime
Boon now bane, until desires to rest lain
Yet untouched by time, is bliss throb sublime
Free from ego borne stain, once darkness slain
Time in dalliance with our sentience
Holding its breath, in the void of stillness
Let then our dance, be in exuberance
Entwining our soul, with the That oneness
Bliss throbs within spear, as Gods love draws near
Movement of time itself, then disappears
24-May-2021
Time poetry contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
by Michael J. Falotico |
Categories:
imagination, inspirational,
Walk with me into a paradise...
Up steps to where hearts shall rise...
Rhyming letters and strumming tunes...
Flowing dreams like floating balloons...
Floors of love with untouched peace...
Where a poets world could drip with ease...
Take a ride on this Ark of dreams...
Over land to sea we connect like streams...
inspired by Sukmawati Komala's dreams..
now my dreams too..