by Andrea Dietrich |
To you who knew me in my youth,
Who spread sweet joy and spoke with truth;
Before you passed to heaven’s skies,
I saw an angel in your eyes.
To you, the stranger that I met,
Who spoke no word of English, yet
Gave aid to me, you are God’s prize.
There was an angel in your eyes.
To those of you within this place
Whose gifts of words show love and grace,
Though I’ve not faced you, I surmise. . .
There is an angel in your eyes!
For CONTEST NO 202 any form/any theme with max of 12 linesPoetry Contest
of Brian Strand
by Andrea Dietrich |
I stand here by the lakeshore, and I smell
fresh honeysuckle as I kiss the rain.
A memory that I cannot curtail
wafts bitter sweetly to me, and again
it’s May. . . the night you came by the moon's light.
The air was permeated by perfume
from blossoms colored innocently white.
But now it’s summer; yellow is each bloom.
When plump upon the vines, sweet berries, red,
will be swooped up by birds - carried away.
I stoop to touch a stem. How soon has fled
my flowered youth, and now this day chilled grey.
I bow in downpour like the vines bent low
while raindrops - glistening with my own tears - flow.
by Connie Marcum Wong |
age, longing, love, youth,
Sweet youth with its ghostly shadows of regret
encircling the mind of an aging maid...like vultures
waiting to descend
Capturing those passions left unspoken
from a self-conscious shy student in church choir.
His flawless skin drew me in like an invisible magnet.
My eyes followed his every unnoticed move
in anguished longing.
My silent lips uttered no audible words even when
he reached out to touch my long deep golden hair.
I reminisce and suddenly he's right here
His jet black hair and handsome face remain frozen
in youth as my words left, unspoken.
by Andrew Fairchild |
for her, innocence, integrity, love, rose, snow, trust,
I think I know the Name of Purity,
It is Your Name -- it holds clear water well!
A Chalice carved almost to shattering,
A white rose, that alone, grows in the dell
With drops of ice adorning its still face
The warmth of heart that comes with falling snow
The few flakes that adorn your lashes, by grace
Delightful cold that creeps up from below
Loquacity that speaks only the Truth,
Amazed by every small, delightful thing
Ubiquitous praise and unbroken Youth
Right Trust, that gave your finger to the Ring
Inevitable Joy, and whispered Love
E'er faithful, that this all is from Above.
Submitted for: Standard Poetry Contest 175
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
by Mike Gentile |
appreciation, blessing, life, self, thanks, time,
I’m grateful for the sun
which shone on younger days
The days of scurried heartbeats
and butterflies of love
And for the carefree hearts
on beaches of my youth
The nights of clothes and cars
and bars of clubbing beats
I’m grateful for the sun
which lights the memories
of newlyweds with king sized beds
and never-ending dreams
And for all the glory days
I’ve lived and loved, gone by
Yet, as I know sun still
I’m grateful for the glory days of now
by Michelle Faulkner |
depression, lost love, relationship,
'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?'
Were I to be more truthful, and less kind
Once fair, your hair now more consumed by gray
Your dewy luster I struggle to find
As weighted toll of years fills in your frame
And roses on your cheeks falter and fade
I can not say if it is age I blame
Or from the fall of youth, a cynic's made
Is it my eyes too blighted to recall
The fragile beauty your face once possessed
No large gash dealt, only dying in small
Moments I turned away from your caress
Unwatered, our garden lies bleak and spent
Winter coating the stems where summers went.
by Kevin Moran |
christian, courage, cry, dream, faith, fear, god, heaven, hope, how i feel, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, jesus, life, loneliness, lonely, lost, love, pain, peace, religion, religious, teen, teenage, thank you, thanks, thanksgiving, youth,
I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.
by Emile Pinet |
emotions, feelings, hope, hurt, imagery, love hurts,
Love is but an illusion,
a mixture of lies and truth.
And non-responsive to dreams,
or expectations of youth.
Through anguish and frustration,
bravado falters and slips.
And yet, in your fantasies,
passion drips from wanton lips.
Hope courts imagination,
summoning a dreamy smile.
And you find your private place,
where you go once in a while.
You yearn for a soul mate with
whom to share your existence.
And you continue to look,
with undying persistence.
You fall in and out of love
with the ghosts of yesterday.
And yet, feigning happiness,
pretend everything's okay.
by Leslie Albright |
Sunflowers and dandelions.
Sometimes in life it's a fine line.
We go outside to breathe the air.
Look around, try not to stare.
The little children play and run.
The girls are screaming, having fun.
Little boys follow along.
Learning the words to write the song.
A bouquet of summer's sweet refrain.
A timeless imprint on your brain.
To carry us into the night.
Beyond what sunshine brings to light.
After all the dreams come true.
But get lost in the dawning dew.
Only glimpses of love survive.
As you awake having to strive.
Finally finding out the truth.
About our fantasy's in youth.
All we wanted was a friend.
And a little love before the end.
by Richard Lamoureux |
beauty, fun, giggle, inspiration, love, stars,
I want to eat Pizza
While wishing on a star
To taste the taste of happy
By being where you are
We’ll choose to be silly
Not afraid of mistakes
Skinny dip at midnight
and skip pebbles on lakes
Why not dance together
While howling at the moon
Or become little children
and watch a cartoon
A world infused with laughter
can change how we think
From this fountain of youth
We’ll both gladly drink
For nothing could be better
Than sharing it with you
Because getting into mischief
Is a blast if there are two!
by Paula Goldsmith |
age, baby, cry, food, life, old, youth,
The story of life from young to old is the same old story told over and over.
We start out and end in diapers.
We start out and end with no teeth.
We start out and end eating soft foods we do not like the taste of.
We start out and end falling down.
We start out and end needing care.
We start out and end crying day and night.
We start out with nothing and end taking nothing with us.
We only have the precious time between young and old to live a life of love to others.
The story of life is the story we leave behind.
Date Written: 6/7/2019
A contest on aging Poetry Contest sponsored by Emile Pinet
by SKAT A |
sand, oozing through toes
water down my swimsuit piece
how I love the sun
new sun-rays run my soul
wind swims around my pale skin
strong & Long Lasting
The Viagra moment fades
power by the sun
Vixen photos of my youth
rock hard & bigger
by SKAT A |
adventure, art, beauty, encouraging, first love, inspirational, journey, me, vanity, visionary,
I've found the fountain of youth
When I stumbled across the forbidden garden
Right in the middle of everything
Was what I imagined being a wishing well
I at once tossed a quarter into the sea
Facing down, puzzled as can be
I peeked in to ensure where it fell
I tipped over and that's when I saw my vanity
It was sitting there waiting for me
The reflection was before this day and age
I thought, what could this be?
With one drop on my taste buds
I knew I found the one true key
The most beautiful thing that can set one free
I reached in to touch the poetry inside me
by arthur vaso |
autumn, beauty, death, french, funeral, leaving,
Lusting the passions of a secret desire
Unwinding the mystery of my needs
Funerals are for the future
Internment I ask be deferred
Timeless is my youth
Useless is my request
At seeking eternity or at least eternal rest
End of times may seem long away
Beauty we know fades, it will happen some day
So I dream of youthful moments
Isle graveyards were far away
Holy wars and loveless scores
That a soldier must endure
A desire for peace escapes this generation and more
External forces and internal woes
Death dances at my door
Dedicated to Sara Bernhardt, who slept in her coffin amongst all her love letters.
by Gary George |
anniversary, dedication, devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, inspirational, love, passion, uplifting, wedding, wifelife, love,
When on life’s seas I’m tempest tossed,
And my hopeful smile is all but lost,
When I need to survive at any cost,
You are my anchor.
My life is filled with simple pleasures,
My loved ones’ smiles I count as treasures,
When kisses are how life is measured,
You are the standard.
As time soars on and birthdays fly,
My hair is graying, I don’t care why,
My mind is sharp, but not my eyes,
You are my youth.
Love is patient, love is kind,
And to the lucky, love is blind,
But when it comes to love that binds,
You are my love.
by Jay Loveless |
best friend, love, lust, youth,
You my love
You my love
Know how to make me wiggle
Moan, scream into silence
Arch my back and contort
Like I never knew I could
You my love leave me breathless
Without capability to comprehend
Anything other than your touch
You my love are a master magician
An understanding lover with navigating hands
by Ngoc Nguyen |
age, innocence, longing, loss, love, lust, youth,
I mourn for the death of my erstwhile youth,
a time of innocence and naive bliss
which hid from me life's dark, unpleasant truth,
but for ever holds all the joys I miss;
a time of manly beauty, brawn, and thews,
as of a Greek god in his peerless prime,
like Heracles of fabled strength, sinews,
and might that's of renown from mythic time.
But, O Desire!...how do I most long for
your renewal of my now lovelorn life
for me with the fair virgins of folklore,
whose maidenhood can quench my lustful strife!
Now in the fall of my increasing years,
I have lost youth—and love—as old age nears.
by Bob Quigley |
introspection, life, life, life,
In youth I looked at life through my front window
Everything was new and unexplored
Expectations flowed like rushing water
Nothing that I viewed could be ignored
Paths untested prompted me to venture
Inhale the fragrance of discovery
Taste the nectar of a love awakened
Embracing life wherever it took me
Today I look at life through my rear window
And savor the experiences I've had
Reflecting once again upon my journey
Accepting what life gave, the good, the bad
The edges of my world are now more rounded
The colors are a softer, warmer hue
However, I have not a favorite window
Through either one I've much enjoyed the view
Sept 29, 2011
by Ngoc Nguyen |
life, loneliness, longing, loss, love, time, youth,
When I look on my life that's now half-spent,
I sigh the loss of youth that's forever past,
wishing myself better Fortune's consent,
love, friends, and wealth with naught to lose or waste,
but for the mean expense of young love lost;
despising this, I oft' bemoan the loss
of vestal company's first time the most;
for matrons offend like mouldering moss,
which, like Time's sure, inexorable march,
destroys the juvenescence of life's spring
year by year till extinguishing Youth's torch,
a dead flame for which I am most desiring.
If I could live and love anew once more,
I'd not err this time: and lay a rude whore.
by Frederic Parker |
Love is the bind between the sighs and cries
A choice made to hold onto what matters
The strength to move within the lows and highs
And hold the fragile heart when it shatters
To fit oneself into a world of two
Release the light to splay upon the dark
And show the traveled path when love is new
To fill the colored world with rainbow's arc
Find a hand of comfort that one can hold
And move from youth to the days of gray
Live a peaceful life as the years turn old
To walk the graveled roads and always stay
If love can be of this, then we will know
The love we shared will leave an afterglow
by Charlie Smith |
dream, loss, love,
Twas like the night lived all alone
with faith mislaid from cause to wonder,
to lose the love so few have known,
this dream we lived no less to ponder
Our youth, wasted in defiant haste
to think such flights could ever end.
Past sacred fruit, no more to taste,
paid by a ransom we had to spend
You filled a heart with summer's breath
and touched this life with hope forgiving,
but there are storms that spare no death
to dreams of love meant for the living
At peace, stay close and wait for me
for in my dreams, you are all I see.
by Daniel Turner |
Where sweet grass blankets grow on yesterdays
And passing years weigh heavy on the trees
Serenity is found in every breeze
Unbridled dreams of youth, now hang and graze
Recalling days gone by with slower ways
Beneath the bearded oaks, time stands at ease
In search of long forgotten memories
Beyond the trail that leads into the haze
Twas here, so long ago, in summer shade
Young lovers traded dreams for purity
They took a chance their love would never fade
Two hearts were joined into futurity
Upon the sweet grass blanket, lost in dreams
Hearts filled with love and bursting at the seams
by Daniel Turner
by Andrea Dietrich |
Diamond of my youth, bright like a star,
I imagine sometimes where you are . . .
You may well be, as always I assume,
far - so very far - away from me,
but for all I know, you could also be
like those mountains nearby me that loom.
In my mind, you loom. But what if it's the tomb
where I might find you ultimately?
I can't bear to think
of you, Darling, in the tomb
or beneath the hard dark ground
better it will be
to think of you as my star
burning ever brightly on
May 3, 2017 for 'Best romantic write May-July 2017' Poetry Contest
of John Hamilton
by harry horsman |
Humble this moment under skies of grey
Reading poems of furtive words wrote with you,
Contemplating where you are now this day
With an ascetic mind of times we knew.
The love we shared on a day once like this
A time so long ago the spring of youth,
My heart heaved in heavenly days of bliss
Speaking words of unmitigated truth.
Yet you went away far over the sea
With nonchalant parents on life’s voyage,
Waving with a kiss as you left the quay
Shallow sunset that swallowed the cordage.
I was only eight and you barely nine
Wondering if ever your thoughts as mine.
© Harry J Horsman 2018
by Emile Pinet |
10th grade, 9th grade, age, anxiety, feelings, image, old,
Loneliness is a graveyard, haunted by old ghosts,
empty memories, and unfulfilled dreams:
where hearts endure
a constant pain.
Tomorrows are getting fewer than yesterdays,
now it seems I'm cursed to spend life alone.
In my youth I'd fantasize about love,
and can't convey how it feels, to feel unwanted.
I want to love, and to be loved,
isn’t that what life’s all about?
Paper thin smiles,
shadow sad tears.