Love Poems About Writing or Writing Love Poems
by Panagiota Romios |
Categories: appreciation, community, love, perspective, poetry,

POTD GOOD NIGHT,POETS OF GOLD PENS


     ~Poetesses and Poets, Divine~

All over this great planet we live,
Penning our thoughts, and love to give!

With our hearts, as lanterns so bright, 
Writing with hearts into this summer night.

Pen thee, then, of nature’s fine beauty.
Quietly, we are world Muses on duty.
 
Creations we form of happiness and sorrow.
Moonlight and dreams, on which to borrow!

A hug from me, now..close your eyes.
Tomorrow is both a gift and a surprise!

Hugs,
Panagiota Romios
California….USA 

                     8/15/2022
                       ~1~


by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: moon, ocean,

MAGICAL MOONLIGHT

I
love
walking
at midnight
as moonlight shadows
dance on the inky blue ocean
and watch as they sparkle and shimmer like tiny stars,
pirouetting gracefully like prima ballerinas with the ocean as their stage 

9/3/19
Writing Challenge 1, September 2019 - Eight Line Form
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
Checked with PS Syllable counter 1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21

by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, friendship, meaningful, nature, symbolism, tree, writing,

RETREAT TO HEED OUR HONEST DEEDS

RETREAT TO HEED OUR HONEST DEEDS

Two old oak trees weathered by winds and rain
with fallen leaves, branches and toughened bark
to shield a core of grandeur, and sustain
the wisdom borne to see the light from dark.
Two noble men aware of twilight time
both face evil world with courage and grace
Love and Nature gifts each, a life sublime
all standing with courage none can erase.
Each rooted within mother earth's great fold
weathering this world's darkest raging storms
images show lives lived regally and bold
tho' existing in weakened earthen forms.
With words of wisdom written in our seeds
we seek retreat to heed our honest deeds.

22nd June, 2018
T.J Grén & Robert Lindley


by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories: writing,

Writing a Love Sonnet

If only I could write you a sonnet,
Iambic pentameter and what not,
Let my muse mull profoundly upon it.
I must write it quickly lest I forgot.

It will have to stress real passion, love,
Mention a rose if I really must
But for heaven's sake leave out the white dove,
Still do mention the red moon that I trust.

Compare her eyes to some fragrant flower,
And wish to taste her full strawberry lips,
Scheme to meet her in a quiet bower,
Clouds enfold us in mythical eclipse.

Will she come, will she go, my marigold?
Ah, my poor love sonnet has now gone cold.


POTD 14 September 2020

by Michelle Faulkner |
Categories: lost, muse, writing,

The Poems I Never Wrote

These are the roads I didn't take
A pause too soon, a turn too late
Lost in the love I never spoke
The poems I never wrote

Gone are the moons I didn't chase
The sun-bloomed wind I didn't taste
The skylines I left incomplete
The stars I didn't seek

Muted are songs which may have brought
A silent music to my thoughts
Fading traces in dim sunsets
Autumns I never kept

Verses yet rise through foggy climes
Reveries of forgotten rhymes
If fractured light once more takes flight
I still have poems to write

10/07/22

Poem of the Day

10/09/22


by Akkina Downing |
Categories: adventure, how i feel, life,

I but have today to know I exist

Because I do not know of my tomorrow 
Yesterday is gone I've forgotten it 
I but have today to know I exist
I resist letting my today be wasted on drama
I am out sipping on sunshine 
Gliding on life
Dancing in the rain while drinking rain drops
Have my fill on ice cream till I'm well content 
Smile because I just love life 
Love every unloved one
Give and share 
because it makes me feel absolutely wonderful 

And when night comes I'm up eating chocolates
while writing poems of my life's adventure 

     
    Smile

Akkina R Downing 
    8-20-17

by Paul Callus |
Categories: pain,

She stands beside the sea


she stands beside the sea
a tear escapes, runs down her face
melancholy comes to embrace
the past won’t set her free
lost love decays without a trace


_______________________________

Contest: Writing Challenge 2 Lind68868
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Placed 1st
©18th May 2019

by EMMANUEL SAMSON |
Categories: death, faith, imagination, lost love, love, nature, on writing and words, philosophy, sea, seasons, song-time,

STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

Now my tendrilled soul,
Has found its pergola-- Christ--
To wind its way up....

by Jesse Zerlaut |
Categories: imagery, poetry, writing,

Courtship of Poetry

I wrestle with my words in aimlessness when I write.
Poetry is a relationship to me, it's a troubled courtship.
I can't come to reasonable reform in words on the spot..
but rather seek intimacy with my thoughts in attempt. 

The two of us, man and his romantic notions,
carelessly Laid into tousled affections on a page.
I love her, and the page, she spurns me willfully.
I love her, and grasp in hopelessness to understand her.

I give my undivided attention, my eyes wander her form.
I've sought shamelessly to appease her whispered desires.
But she is a selfish lover, asking for more than can be given.
She, the playful counterpart in a field of rationality, often eludes me.

by Phil Capitano |
Categories: language, poetry,

Dance With Me

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 JAN ALLISON |
Categories: i miss you, soulmate,

A TRIBUTE TO DARREN WATSON

Dearest Darren I miss you oh so much
All I want is for you to be returned to good health
Romantic writes you penned so well
Ridiculous sense of humour we share
Emails flew between us faster than Concorde
No one could make me laugh the way you do

Wish I knew how you are doing my friend
All my love and prayers are sent to you
There will never be another to take your place
So much fun being your poetry partner
Oh what a blast we had writing as Jadazzle United
Never a day passes when I don’t think of you


01~31~15



by arthur vaso |
Categories: funny, humor,

3 Musketeers A collaboration with Casarah Nance and Tim Smith

I wrote a poem of despair 
My hearts been tossed up into the air 

She wrote a limerick that was taboo 
She made me laugh when I was so blue 

Entering stage left was Tim 
Writing of past lovers sins in a hymn 

It seems that we laugh or we cry 
We live, we love, or we die 

The three of us, holding poetic swords up high 
Throughout the ages we all do fly 

No subject goes unspoken 
For the freedom of words we've awoken 

No battle to long or too fierce 
Our duels are true and unrehearsed. 

Through blood, sweat and tears 
A bond so strong that sweetens the years 

All for one and one for all 
Let us carry on and have a ball!

by Tony Bush |
Categories: art, inspirational, on writing and words, beauty, beauty,

All I See Is Beauty

All I see is beauty in the burning of her words,
The flickering of flames,
Constructs of fires licking at the night
From snow white sheets of dreaming.

The senses of her bleeding, ink and roses,
Sensual vibrancy,
Gliding rails streaming to the stars,
The links between the earth and heaven’s tide.

All I see is beauty in the visions of her art,
The tenderness of angels,
Architects of chapels wrought of lace,
An arbitrary grace of love.

The impressions of her breathing, saffron breath,
Exhaling of her soul,
Bestow of sleeping kisses to the lips,
Priestess of the mind and loin.

by John Gondolf |
Categories: encouraging, friend, friendship,

A Friend in Deed

When darkness spreads across the land, and storm clouds form above; a friend will be there, outstretched hand, and offer you their love. They stand beside you through the dark, and always without strings, to help you make it ‘round the mark; the wind beneath your wings. Whenever doubt forms in my mind my writing is sub-par; with your encouragement I find my muse becomes a star.
June 23, 2018

by Barbara Gorelick |
Categories: on writing and words

The Poet's Pen

The Poet's Pen


Eternity awaits the poet's pen,
His essence sealed in golden words;
A message from the hearts of men.....

Life's pictures now, and then,
Days kept forever on his slate.
Eternity awaits the poet's pen....  

Capturing the song of winter wrens,
And the wind on velvet branches.
A message from the hearts of men.....

The flowers in the shaded glen;
The fawn nestled in her bower.
Eternity awaits the poet's pen....

The stars abundance is his ken.
The moon's love of evening tide,
A message from the hearts of men...

Death will come yet once again,
To furl his banner of mortality.
But Eternity awaits the poet's pen,
A message from the hearts of men....

by James Peranteau |
Categories: on writing and words

Thoughts

Like bolts of lightning I’ve
felt the words from my fingers
come forth

My heart,
my brain, sparking thoughts

Out of them I dust the books of
love with words

I fantasize with paper
and pen,
I cross fiords and skies,
I cry out loud from the high
rocks of the sea,
the bolts riddle,
they rhyme the words,
and charm the hearts,
suspiciously 
they uncover my thoughts

by Gregory Richard Barden |
Categories: introspection, poetry, sad, writing,

What Smiles Hide


A gentle heart

        So full of love

Yet no one feels

        It's worthy of

Their admiration

        Care or time

So I am left

        To barter rhyme

Matching words

        To arbitrate

The things I feel

        Be love or hate

So others fawn

        At what I pen

When deep inside

        An endless end

Crafting prose

        To coaxing sighs

While deep within ...

        A slow demise.

by Kenneth Fordham |
Categories: angst, confusion, imagination, lost love, mystery, on writing and words, passion, sad

Come Back To Me

The Ink Bottle sits, alone,
It’s only Companions,
The Feathered Pen,
The Paper Pad.

The Desk, once alive,
The Words,
No longer,
Written.

Love, abandon,
But wanting not,
The Freedom,
It has.

A Wooden Chair, dusty,
Reclines not,
For the Comfort,
Once given.

Time, a mystery gone,
With passing,
Never to be recovered,
Longing.

Days of gloom, waiting,
Shine not, The Light,
The Heart,
Once brightened.

Come back, to Me,
My words, of Joy,
Of Laughter,
Wisdom, once known.

by Maureen McGreavy |
Categories: destiny, sad,

She Knows

She has become
that beautiful sadness
which has moved her
all her life
her intrigue
designing her destiny
writing the sorrowful song
which already plays
so deep
so beautiful
she knows
as sorrow blooms
from love alone
she is as she should be
the softest
sweetest
tragedy



circa 2005

by Maureen McGreavy |
Categories: butterfly, funny love,

Blushing Butterflies

Butterflies have the quietest wings
Defying the weight of their flutterings
Your red face has shown
What you did not want known
Your fight to keep them from escaping




10.02.2019

Writing Challenge, October - Butterfly -
Sponsor, Dear heart - Wiishkobi Ode

by Johnette Loefgren |
Categories: lost love, on writing and words, sad,

the Oracle in Love

       She laced her eyes 
closed with the ties
    of lover's binding vows

     she's flying blind
to prick your mind
    with thoughts 
   she's writing now.

She's gained conclusions
      from her flight,
and virtues from your smile,

     she felt your face
  in blinding grace,
     she glorifies your style.

    The double helix
spirals on
   to form us as it may,

    we choose another one
to be
   a place for us to stay.

The atmosphere 
    there crackles,
with lightning
    on her tongue,

    She spins around,
in sightless sound,
     and shatters..........
          deaf and dumb.

by White Wolf |
Categories: inspiration, poetry, poets, writing,

Do With Heart

If only for a moment our love bloomed,
If only for a spell we would consume.
My heart torn open I bear a deep wound,
To be thy Sun and you to be my Moon.

Alas, my dear, we were not meant to be,
For there is no future for us at all.
But, don't read into my words completely,
Because I still answer to nature's call.

Does a flower turn its petals away?
In the day when the Sun is out to shine?
For what is the reason that children play?
The reason that the poet writes his line?

We know deep inside, we all must take part,
And whatever that may be, do with heart!

by Susan Ashley |
Categories: dark, longing, lost love, pain, passion, sad, sea,

Shifting Sands Of Crumbled Love


              No other choice
        as my shadow schemes in the sand,
      lone cries on lovelorn wings give grief heart’s voice 
        over scorned wedding band.
  
 Sandcastles are crumbled in undertow’s deceit,
  longing and revenge; a million grains ‘neath my feet.
    Avenged by briny blue’s retreat,
  illusions built too closely to tide’s edge rejoice.


Susan Ashley
June 14, 2019


~ Fourth Place ~
Contest: Writing Challenge, June 2019, Crumbling Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart





















by Robert Lindley |
Categories: death, deep, heartbroken, loss, pain, sorrow, writing,

Life Is So Precious And For It One Must Fight

Life Is So Precious And For It One Must Fight

When heart has been crushed, sorrow is all one knows
Pain becomes crushing, world delivers constant blows
Even dawn its glory, wavers and fails to shine
Grapes are withered, falling from a dying vine
Soul looks to Heaven, begs fervently for release
Even in ones sleep at night found is no sought peace
Lost into a darkened wilderness- alone
Searching for answers and away all hope has flown
There in the distance a bright beacon sends its note
Love saves the drowning, as once, an old poet wrote.

When seeking, always look towards the waiting light.
Life is so precious and for it one must fight.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-04-2022

by Gregory Richard Barden |
Categories: grief, imagery, loss, love, metaphor, water,

Ripples


I wrap the darkness 'round me like a quilt

     As questions bay like hounds at my belief

       And tho' the tears are poison, dearly spilt

     Those e'er still waters ripple with my grief

While love is lost to time, the coldest thief.





~ 1st Place ~  in the "Writing Prompt- English Quintain Imagery" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.