by Charlie Smith |
It's how the stars are lit at night
and how the dew drops glisten
How evening shadows mock the light
and it's how the silence listens
From the gentle sway of trees
that bid such fond adieu
Songs in a summer breeze
a voice so clear, so true
The glory of such symmetry
so more than fills the eye
To the beauty of such poetry
this hopeful heart draws nigh
In natural peace all love is born
To live and thrive each blessed morn
Poem Of The Week of 3/19/2017
Best New Poem of the Month 4/01/2017
by Daniel Turner |
god, inspirational, nature,
Conducted by the Hands that gave them voice
Sweet songs of evening soothe my weary soul.
Oh, how I love to hear the birds rejoice
As frogs and insects hum adagio.
Each night I sit and watch the sun go down
Accompanied by song that has no score
Each night His orchestra holds me spellbound
That's why each night, I come right back for more.
Yet I am just a simple country boy
These nature songs were my first lullabies
E'en to this day they bring my heart such joy
And on occasion tear these simple eyes
When moon appears to watch the sun depart
My only thought, "My God, how great Thou art."
by John Gondolf |
longing, love, romantic,
Up above the moon shines brightly;
starlight touches earth so lightly;
passions teasing impolitely.
Midnight whispers, “Carpe noctem.”
Blowing soft the summer breezes
through her hair as nighttime pleases,
and the moonlight softly teases.
Voices urging, “Carpe noctem.”
Standing close our bodies facing;
hand in hand our fingers lacing;
gentle touches, hearts are racing.
Longings begging, “Carpe noctem.”
Wonder where her thoughts are leading;
do my eyes reveal my pleading?
Will she, with her voice conceding,
whisper softly, “Carpe noctem?”
January 10, 2022
Carpe Noctem - Latin for "seize the night"
Poem of the Week - January 16, 2022
by Silent One |
If only this poetry could define,
how your presence takes me towards cloud nine.
Your touch brings sensations that feel divine,
yet, my tongue is quiet, fighting this muse of mine.
Waiting for the moment our lips can greet,
your sweet voice takes control of my heartbeat.
I sigh hallelujah, as our eyes meet,
the taste of your mouth makes my life complete.
Suddenly the pen flows like buoyant streams,
describing love that's only seen in daydreams.
I'm just a star within universal schemes,
basking within the passion of your moonbeams.
Our love can't be hidden in a metaphor,
you're the poem my pen will always adore.
3 February 2019
by Joe Dimino |
change, christian, confidence, god, love, truth, wisdom,
I took a walk with God today,
His pace far more casual than
mine. His voice a bit softer,
calmer. His visions, far more
loftier, but not views to impress
me...more like, to bless me. Not
stepping to me out-stride – more like,
to lovingly guide. His tone to instill in me
self confidence, and not His awesome
dominance. I took a walk with
God today...met Christ along
the way – and together we made a turn
by Silent One |
death, loss, love,
My hands are tired, so I let my brush rest,
unable to paint Autumn's loneliness.
How much I miss you can never be stressed.
August has left behind blank emptiness.
Sitting by the window in the corner,
watching the world in its colourful hues.
I search for your face among the murmur,
but all I'm left with is a muse with blues.
In simple stillness your voice echoes loud.
Each stitch I weave I see you before me.
Memories remind me of what we vowed.
Without you there would be no artistry.
My palette is dry without your pastel,
all that's left is an indigo inkwell.
by Kp Nunez |
child, dedication, love, mother daughter,
Can a child ever forget, how deep a mother’s love abides
All those days since birth, till now I’m grown she guides
Remembering her smile, so tender, so warm as her embrace
More than soothes away my pain, my fear of failure and disgrace
Even in my dreams she comforts, her voice, her scent would stay
Never will her being mother stop, till when I’m old and gray.
26 March 2015
Contest : Acrostic on Mother's Day - 1st Place
Sponsor : TAMMY REAMS
by Charmaine Chircop |
Stay a little longer
come closer to my heart
Breathe dew breeze on my neck's nape
do not yet depart
Play for me bagpipe music
Blindfold all my starving fears
Let the dulcet tones of your voice
give us back those harvest years
Make of the citrus moon a ballroom
Hold me firmly from both hands
Lift me high to touch the star-sky
Show me how young peasants dance
Let my soothing fingers trail
across your caloused sun -soaked skin
In purple fields Come chase me
in that place our souls have been
Take me away with you
where this world is out of sight
Where unspoken thoughts and heartbeats
are enough to blaze the night.
by Michelle Faulkner |
death, lost love, memory,
"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown" - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I walk the shore alone beside your voice
How alive it seems, chiming with the wind
Its chant as ancient as the sea
Here, the cliff where we first saw the sea
Here you proposed with a shake in your voice
My whispered 'Yes' snatched by the willful wind
Your last wish: your ashes, set free on the wind
The waves break sadly, forlorn from the sea
As I turn to the pull of yesterday's voice
Your voice on the wind lures me to the sea
Past Memories, 'T' Form contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
by John Watt |
Your incandescence drew me to your flame
Moth-like, I gravitated to your light
Then feigning nonchalance, I asked your name
The music of your voice set me to flight
And added several inches to my height
When you inquired of my name I saw stars
Stellar arrays beyond Venus or Mars
Puncturing through the thick shroud of the mask
I use to hide my stories and memoirs
My lady! All you had to do was ask!
written 18 Aug 2020
by James Marshall Goff |
words left unsaid
never find their voice
© All Rights Reserved
by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
introspection, joy, love, romantic,
I got a love that's never gonna die
Your love has breathed new life into me,
has filled my heart that was once empty
I got a love that's alive and spry
A fragrant violet voice has revived the old bones,
turning back the clock is a good thing
Gave me a pep in my step, a soul zing
Your love rekindled the flame that was long gone
How could you know that you would affect me so,
make me to rise up from my slumbering deep
Go walking to the garden of orchid waking dreams
A shower of kindness make the seeds of your love grow,
blossoms of smiles move my undressed heart to weep
My love for you will never die, for it has been redeemed
by Richard Lamoureux |
break up, desire, lost love,
I wanted to hear your whisper
Yet I could only hear you shout
Your soul filled with all it's turmoil
Filled my own heart with so much doubt
By holding tightly to our pain
Silence became extremely loud
The softer notes within reason
Couldn't be heard above our proud
Were we lovers of the darkness
Cutting through silence with our knives
Shredding perceived insecurities
In hopes of saving our own lives
Some dances were not meant to be
I heard the anguish in your voice
You took a walk, didn't look back
Loving another was your choice
Then I heard a different whisper
Bubble up, from inside of me
Lessons learned, from a broken heart
Meant freedom from insanity
by Larry Smith |
Drawn to thy beauty, grace rains down;
I choose this drowning than a drought –
Where ten thousand are called mine own;
Yet, deny thee and live without.
Skilled not enough to understand;
Words unheard, find their voice through thee;
As I reach out then find thy hand;
I see light take darkness from me.
Chaos knits together unity:
Thoughts run free, once captive in chains;
Cleansed from fear in thy purity;
Would I leave, canceling such gains?
by Harry Horsman |
love, thank you,
Your willing lips encased entwined with mine
The taste as soft as the morning cast dew,
Emerald eyes the clarity of wine
Brings to mind the wondrous Castle to view.
Your voice as sweet as Thrush in harmony
A chorus awakened to the sunlight,
Penetration of love in litany
In deep alliteration morn till night.
Embraced in shackled touch with bonds thus bind
Oh I will of words pen of this love found,
You took a sad heart upon like did find
Staid the exterior yet ardour sound.
Your love's reflection my happiest days
This need to tell you in so many ways.
© Harry J Horsman 2013
by Arthur Vaso |
allusion, angst, destiny, humanity, introspection, life, loneliness,
I have been erased
I speak yet have no voice
Darkness I embrace
Invisible to the mirror
Into society I peer
no one sees
what does not exist
Asleep or awake
there is no existence to partake
Possessions collecting dust
While what does not exist rusts
Who am I, that never existed
That bleeds but never lived
Murdered by love
I do not exist
by Lu Loo |
United Colours: Black and White
Sponsor: Silent One
***I used picture number one for this poem***
~Date Written: March 6, 2016~
by Connie Marcum Wong |
autumn, love, nature, sweet love,
I want to merge with this old Yew,
To travel through its rings of time.
Back when it's sprout had just begun
Near Blarney's river so sublime.
Where ivy climbs the castle walls,
A quaint sized foot bridge leads to where,
The old strong Yew still charms today
As autumn chills with crisp clean air.
I felt compelled to climb it's limbs
To sit embraced by its sweet love.
To its spirit, in whispered voice,
I then professed the same thereof.
How strong that memory still keeps
As other trees I've come to know
Bless me with their cool umbrella,
I see that Yew in vigil glow!
© Connie Marcum Wong
by Debjani Mitra |
cute love, love, passion,
sweet and citron voice, fondled a whisper
did you say, "O my Love, pulling me close
refreshing spring water, cooler and crisper
restless eyes now crave, to forever repose
a vista of orchids, into my soul you dive
where a frantic heart, beats in your fervour
No more secrets, so effortlessly you arrive
in every corner, dreams in vain endeavour
in swarm of thousand kisses, I slowly melt
impetuous arms hug, a wild maddened sea
faintly glowing cinder, every cell now felt
an embrace, in your lockup, you set me free
Dated 7th June 2020
Featured third in best new poem list
Sponsor craig cornish
Contest Name Hugs |
by Gershon Wolf |
devotion, heart, love, spoken word,
Listen to her with all of you
Your fists clenched
Your lips together
Your head moving, slightly, side to side
Perched on the edge of your seat
Tilt your spine forward
Search for the soul deep within her eyes
Gently ... Don't frighten her
Make her feel she is the most important person in the whole world
Nothing else matters except what she is telling you
Hear what is in her voice
Her interests ... become yours
Capture her heart
Never let it go
by Emile Pinet |
9th grade, angst, anxiety, death, i love you, i miss you, imagery,
It's a little too quiet now,
I can't hear the love in his voice.
And yet, the sound of his laughter
is oft overheard in my dreams.
Since he died and went to heaven
it's a little too quiet now.
And all that I took for granted,
morphed into precious memories.
His final goodbye broke my heart
and I could hear me screaming no.
It's a little too quiet now,
and the silence is deafening.
I pray to a merciful God
to keep him alive in my thoughts.
His heartbeat was my symphony,
it's a little too quiet now.
by Paghunda Zahid |
joy, love, smile,
Futile is the sun to a heart in awe
And trivial is the moon's cosmic fame
All these voices are nothing but noises
These Flowers are like invisible stars
For what's it that the universe contains
Nothing... but your face to keep me sane
Only your voice brings exceptional joy
Only your lovely smile can make me fly
Syllable count: 10 per line
27th July, 2020
Edited to write it in couplet form for:
Joy Poetry contest sponsored by Regina
by Demetrios Trifiatis |
There is no more a thunderous voice than the whisper of love!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
25 October 2022
As always, I would like to share the honor of POTD with all my good friends,
who have helped me for over one decade now, by visiting and commenting on
my humble poetry. I also thank the officials of the site for their contribution.
God help all of you, my fellow poets.
by Line Gauthier |
the moon tonight through your eyes
my sky is in your voice
and how i miss you so
Submitted on September 27, 2022 for contest 2022 POETRY MARATHON MILE 15 sponsored by MARK TONEY
Originally posted on September 13, 2022
by Daniel Turner |
appreciation, mom, mothers day,
My mother was your average country mom
She wasn't gorgeous. Some might call her "plain"
But had the patience to diffuse a bomb
Her eyes grew narrow, when I caused her pain
She never raised her voice nor slapped my face
Still taught me right from wrong and not to lie
Made sure I bowed my head when dad said grace
Encouraged me to find new things to try
And even though she worked, twas not for greed
She took great pleasure from the "simple things"
She told me, "Faith in God," was all one needs
That real love doesn't come with any strings
My mother was as gentle as a dove
My prayer this Mother's Day, she knows she's loved
by Daniel Turner