by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
I’m driftwood, and I’m floating out to sea
as sun descends upon my home - the grove
of trees whose fragrance still remains with me.
And likewise, heaven’s work of art, a mauve
surrounding me, now permeates my soul.
Warm water, in the twilight growing cold,
is rocking me. Beneath dark blue, a shoal
moves swiftly; overhead there will unfold
the myriad of stars in semblance of
a giant carousel in dimming sky.
Those stars that glitter for the grove I love
will glitter too for me, where here I lie
alone, enraptured. . . and I think I might
drift evermore, enveloped by this night.
by Daniel Turner |
Categories:
appreciation, nature, summer,
What's not to love about a summer day?
Kissed by the sun, the warmth of its embrace
To feel the cleanse from sweat at work and play
While honeysuckle breezes cool my face
With hillsides blanketed in purple vetch
Magenta morning glories and light blues
Imagine all the butterflies they fetch
A scene to romance any poet's muse
But when it gets too hot, I seek the shade
Barefoot in clover 'neath tall sycamores
Or take a watermelon down to wade
A spring fed creek, to cool, while I explore
That evening, in the swing, I watch fireflies
Then pray I wake to see one more sunrise
May 9 - 2018
Daniel Turner
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
husband,
My love is like a worker's gloves grown old.
His hands are leather, roughened now with age
and years of work in weather hot and cold,
yet through the many years, he has grown sage. . .
My love is like a builder's pair of boots.
He's dusty and fatigued and still he walks
while trailing mud, but now his attributes
shine through despite life's many stumbling blocks.
My love is like a pair of jeans much worn,
a pair of socks with holes that have stayed warm.
Though time and all the trials he has borne
have left him frayed, he wishes no one harm.
To write a beaming sonnet would not do,
but threadbare love (in some ways) bests the new.
by Joyce Johnson |
Categories:
faith
When all whom I have loved are gone,
Dear Lord, when I'm the only one
Who cares if I should live or die,
When there is no one left to cry,
Then Lord, take me.
But if there is a single soul
For whom I play important roll,
Who might just stumble, lose his way
Without my guidance through the day,
Then I would be
Content to stay another while,
To give him courage, bring a smile,
Teach him to look to You above
For truest guidance, purest love
His way to see.
Then I would say, "My work is done.
On Earth there is no other one
Who needs the love I have to give.
No reason now for me to live.
Dear Lord, take me."
By: Joyce Johnson
by Gershon Wolf |
Categories:
care, friendship, judgement, love,
Please don't mistake a smile for warmth, it's not
Behind the surgeon's smile sure lurks a knife
That pal at work you hang out with a lot
Will cut your heart out, ruin your very life
When young, we think we have a million friends
We laugh, we play, we think that life is great
Though really they pursue their selfish ends
So easy for their love to turn to hate
True warmth won't turn you out in winter's cold
It cooks a hearty meal for you at night
It also will take care of you when old
It sympathizes with your every plight
Look past that smile, my friend, and see the heart
~ The best advice to you I can impart
Iambic Pentameter
by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories:
anger, love,
I felt ashamed today
I should have not spoken that way.
My love was annoyed and left.
I was surprised by all the dialogue bereft.
Worse the telephone ceased to work,
In anger, I threw down the phone with a jerk.
Saddened by my uncouth manner
Our love must remain a winner.
How to send her a message of sorrow?
I dared not wait for tomorrow.
A message I would send with haste,
No, no, not a moment to waste.
I wrote a note and stuck it to my dove.
With all the words that spelt love.
Fly, sweet white dove, fly to her home
No time to wander or to roam,
Straight to her loving arms, fly sweet bird
Let her message of love be heard.
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
evil,
Monsters live in houses, like you and I.
They eat and sleep and go to work each day.
They laugh and they feel pain. Perhaps they cry!
But they have different games they like to play
They need to have control. Therefore, most seek
a victim who is young or not so strong.
They think they are almighty, but their mind is weak.
Depraved, they pay no heed to right or wrong.
They may seem crude, but some of them are slick.
The ones with brains play too well at their game.
All monsters love what normal folks find sick.
They brutalize and rape, and feel no shame.
Beware! One could be living on your street
or be that charming guy you’ve chanced to meet!
by Christie Mills |
Categories:
family, father, love, work, father, father,
My father is a hero.
He stands so tall and proud.
His hands are firm, But gentle.
He stands out in a crowd.
People stop to Thank him.
For Freedom he does fight.
My father is a Soldier.
But he's my Dad at night!
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
confusion,
I can't take it no more
this is too much
Your words are just words
you use as a crutch
My mind is a mess
these pills just dont work
Why don't you care
I'm going beserk
One minute I'm up
the next one I'm down
This life is strangling me
I might as well drown
I sit in the dark
never seeing the light
You're all out to get me
I'm living in fright
I polish my guns
They are a true friend
Since you don't love me
Today will be our end
***based on a true story of a co-worker. Last weekend he attempted to shoot his wife over cold dinner****
Hope he can get the help he truely needs
by Hyle Chu |
Categories:
depression, devotion, fantasy, holiday, life, lost love, love, passion, sad,
Make no haste,
your work is restless.
Aeon give me pause--
no more ticking
gears grinding
ever towards the
lonely end.
Live the now.
Even Death took
a holiday,
veering briefly from an
eternity of reaping
solitude.
Take your time
on earth and
mingle--
overindulge in
reverie.
Rest assured,
oblivion can
wait.
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
love,
Soft and smooth and oh so sweet
Pure delight when our fingers meet
Sundrenched olive with a hint of peach
My loving touch is within your reach
Brief scents of lavender fill my heart
Enchanting, exciting, you're a work of art
Late night caresses under the setting sun
Light kisses, a playful pinch, just having fun
Scented oils, a rub or two
Oh how much I love you
Tracing your body with my hands of gold
The feelings I get never grow old
Each night ends and each day begins
with a look at your beauty and a kiss on your skin
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
childhood, life, love, passion, places, time
Remember the day
Apron strings loosed,untied
as maternal voices faltered and cried
Remember the day
When a soprano voice lost its elan
and a boy became a man
Remember the day
Peer pressure would not hide
and diffidence was replaced with pride
Remember the day
Desire,with warm whispers heard
questions,answered with just three words
Remember the day
Filled with joy and love
a union blessed from above
Remember the day
Holding a first-born,so wee
as two self-absorbed,became three
Remember the day
Trust was born-a-new
a changed life came into view
Remember the day
Genesis as a work of art
with gifts to share and impart
Remember the day
by White Wolf |
Categories:
angst, conflict, love,
Like a thunderbolt through the heart,
She was beauty, a work of art,
A snowfield on a summer's day,
She was an angel here to stay.
Such loving eyes to gaze upon,
How could I ever do her wrong,
The moment of truth did come then,
As I wrote with paper and pen.
Was she truly the love for me?
This is something that I must see,
Plainly my love for her was torn,
To walk in two worlds I was sworn.
One of love the other duty,
Neither shall wane but one must be.
(Eight syllables per line)
12~7~2016
by Sandra Haight |
Categories:
god, inspirational, jesus, love, metaphor, wisdom, words,
As precious stones are hidden and entwined
in minerals of ordinary worth,
they must be found, professionally mined
from common, rocky layers of the earth.
Extracted, polished, cut- they'll stand apart
as valued gems. Neglected, they will share
in earth's destructive force- erosion's art-
dissolve away with nature's wear and tear.
Oh God, you are both Mine and Miner; strip
this soul embedded in your work of clay,
and let your tools of grace and fellowship
preserve the gem of Love from life's decay.
Cut many facets that reflect and show-
the worth of gem and Miner in its glow.
November 13, 2014
by Jean Murray |
Categories:
adventure, future, moving on,
P erhaps it's time to let it go.
A ll that pain you suffered so.
S train on your heart and soul.
T ime to release and let go.
P eer around at your life now.
R elish the love your children give.
E njoy your work as you always have.
S it and relax at end of day.
E nergised by renewed hope.
N ever again to ever succumb
T o being abused by anyone.
F acing the future with a smile.
U pteen reasons to celebrate.
T he joys of living and giving.
U ncertainity will always remain.
R emember to count your blessings.
E mbrace often those you love.
21/11/2016
by Jeremy Martin |
Categories:
mother, me, love, me,
Though many songs are written of angels
I must add to the empire
This small hymn to a woman, a champion of life
Nameless here, but named in all things good and pure
I'll stand beside her work, her artistry astounds the stars
And all light that is given is humbled in her presence
Every worry is smoothed away, all tears absolved
God, let me take her sadness into me and carry it for her
Until I am old, and then I'll have my chance to see her once more
I am not a religious man, but she brings the divine to me
And cradles me forever in her selfless, adoring arms
I love you mother, I love you
I will always love you
by Arturo Michael |
Categories:
forgiveness, goodbye, grief, love,
Don’t cry for me when I’m gone
I’ve forgiven you it's time to move on
I understand we’ve all had our doubts
And fears made us enact them all out
Don’t cry about things of yesterday
Know that somehow, God willing
We’ll work it out someday
So as I walk away tears fill my eyes and we both cry
Love just waved goodbye
by John Watt |
Categories:
art, love,
Like a Seurat painting
I view my life up close
and see a million tiny colored dots:
eating breakfast
driving to work
writing a poem
watching television
playing a game
singing a song
going to the park on a Sunday afternoon
You view these dots
from the proper distance,
blend them together
with kind, generous eyes
and you see art
(an ekphrasis poem after the pointillism painting "A Sunday Afternoon
on the Island of La Grande Jatte", by Georges Seurat, 1886)
by Monia Kurtz |
Categories:
cancer, death, i love you, loss, love hurts, meaningful,
Your soul was being attacked
Meanwhile mine carried bags
Of sorrow, devastation and guilt
For I knew your little body couldn’t handle this
This cancer that sprung up out of nowhere when you were two
But you got your army men and went to work
Fighting
How strong your little heart was
Bigger than any of those little army men
Nevertheless, your little body didn’t fight forever
How could it?
So I sat you on my lap and told you that it was okay
You died that day.
So now,
Every chance I get I say screw Cancer
Fot taking the most precious boy I’d ever laid eyes on.
by Panagiota Romios |
Categories:
character, daughter, dedication,
Maria Elena
M-is for Motivated, that really is you.
A-is for Aliveness, all the year through.
R-is for religion,you are a lover of God"
and shows in all that you do.
I-is for Integrity, that honest spark,
that makes you,you.
A-is for the Alacrity'with which you get
jobs done.
E-is for Endurance in work, home and
play.
L-is for Love, which in reality, your
name should be.
E-is for Eager at each task at hand.
N-is for National, a woman proud uniquely
proud of this land.
A-is for Attractive, your skin, eyes and body,
that set men reeling.
July 27, 2019
Noon PST
by Christuraj Alex |
Categories:
heart, life, work,
My works need not be successful
Just when consciousness-centered
Success can be spiritual
Mundane and ill-tempered
If the living Holy Spirit of the
Absolute in me abide
My thoughts, words and actions
Will, indeed, be love-linked
Linked will be my neighbor with me
Each creature of the universe I see
As part of the consciousness fulcrum
And cosmos would flow in free rhythm...
12 March 2022
Consciousness Fulcrum Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
by Deb M |
Categories:
mystery,
What does a soul look like
Is it shaped like a love heart
Or white and fluffy like a cloud
Maybe a work of art
Or just invisible goodness
That runs through our veins
Perhaps millions of little sparkles
Floating in our brains
We all possess a soul
Yet never visibly viewed
Deep within our being
Creating me , creating you!
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
day,
Oh, Friday, I am in your thrall!
Rain may pour and snow may fall,
I’ll love you, Friday, anyway,
for I will just stay home and play.
Sometimes my work week seems to crawl.
Oh, Friday, I am in your thrall
because you are my weekend’s start.
“Thank God it’s Friday” shouts my heart!
A movie I will likely see.
There’s more time too for family!
Oh, Friday, I am in your thrall
because I will not work at all.
So many plans for me to hatch.
Perhaps I’ll make a meal from scratch.
No matter what, I’ll have a ball!
Oh, Friday, I am in your thrall.
March 1, 2018 for Silent One's Friday Feeling Contest
(My work week ends on Thursday, so Friday begins my weekend!)
by Tim Ryerson |
Categories:
for her, friendship,
she’s a faithful friend
a mentor, a confidant
a trusted teacher
of poetry forms
loyal, loving me for me
with no conditions...
on one occasion
she set aside precious time
to study ALL of my work
yes, from first to last
offering kind opinions
on what she thought were my best...
she loathes the lazy
practice of copy/pasting
bland, boring comments
or: ‘Nice work! Love it! Congrats!’
(short but not so very sweet)
enough already!
she’s funny and fun
honorable and honest
sometimes brutally...
(she knows I need it)
confidence sans cockiness
now THAT’S a lady...
8/14/2014
by Lyric Man |
Categories:
destiny, love, magic, passion, romance, romantic, romantic love,
I remember that it was an ordinary day
When Life came and whispered low
Said, I know that you've been searching
And I'm gonna tell you where to go.
Life's words fell on me like sweet honey
Awed by her soothing touch of poetry
Son, there's a voice calling you to echo
Can you feel her tug to pair in melody
There's a kind of music that last forever
Seek that heartbeat.. perfect for you
Only one girl made to match your echo
In love.. one heartbeat comes from two
Sweet girl, please be my one heartbeat!
~Lyric Man
Note: My write is an echo to a poem "The Heatbeat Of Me" by an incredible writer here on the Soup, Brandy Nicole. Go check out her work.. you'll love it!