Near feathers in the wind.
I stare as she slowly drifts into the shadows of yesterday.
She is not me
She is not you!
A theme, like morning upon a crystal view.
She is of the wind
She is of the sun
She is the moon
She is the magic in your eyes.
Tonight she sits on the calm waters of your reflection.
Tonight she makes love to you.
Tonight she listens and counts the rhythm in your heartbeat.
She is a thief and steals every single breath from your body and soul...
And Still -
She is the night air
She is the tranquil sound
She is perfect
She is mighty in your eyes.
You are the oceans
In you, she swims with trust.
You hold on to the tides,
You keep her feathers dry and warm.
You stray her away from the sadness in a lost dance.
The aches under her wings belong to the shade in your heart.
That is why-
She is the grace
She is the smile
She is the fire
She is everything in your eyes.
Graceful feathers in the wind.
The dream of dreams
She might be me!
She might be you!
"Till Death Do We Part."
-the symbol of everlasting love-
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A
By day she goes about
the weary business of her dreary life:
a housekeeper, bookkeeper, shopper, chef,
chauffer for two active teens, and
hostess of her husband’s dinner parties
In the middle of her day
for in the night. . .
when her work-obsessed spouse
and the kids at last are fast asleep,
she goes into the darkness
of the woods
behind her house.
The mask of this woman
falls without a sound
to the leaf strewn ground.
She raises her face to the moon.
In its light, the stripes
of a tigress are revealed!
Her legs feel strong and limber.
That ferocious appetite
for something that she stifles
Among the pines and midst the sounds
of the woodland’s crepuscular creatures
she runs and runs and runs.
She is running after something
she cannot put a name to.
She’s a good woman.
She would never use a bar or night club
as her jungle.
Now - with her tigress face -
swift, stealthy, and strong -
but above all,
not beholden to any body
she is simply free to be.
After an hour of running,
the mask of the housewife
Then she collapses, exhausted on her bed,
where she dreams refreshing dreams -
which are necessary -
she begins again
the weary business
of her dreary life.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich
The cares of the world waft away like
the vague images of a forgotten dream
when he climbs into bed beside me.
And my comfort is found in the warmth
of a slight up-curved smile relaxing across
an unshaven face tickling me with a
hundred kisses as I squeal to his delight.
A calloused hand urges the small of
my back gently forward as I fuss in
mock protest of his boyish game.
His eyes gleam indulgently making my
heart swell with such regard I
choke back joyful tears and throw
my arms possessively around him.
With a knowing sigh he draws me in,
cradling me in his capable arms
sworn to provide and protect.
Then he buries his face in my copper-red
hair breathing its henna scent, and
holding me tight, he whispers my name,
swearing love that will never relent.
Copyright © Thvia Stein
Forgive me my love for the hurtful words
I hurled from my mouth time and time again
Forgive me for letting you down
for in your time of need I was never around
Forgive me for the long nights
for all the constant fights
Forgive me for the innoncence I took away
for all the help I kept at bay
And lastly forgive me for being anything other than
a loving and caring husband
Copyright © Malcolm Dyer
I can't help but watch them
As they run into the water, laughing, teasing, holding hands
With the sun catching the color of her long, auburn hair
The bronze of his young, muscular, legs
So fascinated by them, ...I can't stop staring..
The beauty of their youth, ....
With young love, so stunning in the sunset...
I hold them in my gaze
Until I lose them in the waves.
You have been watching me, watching them....
Your hair has grey in it, recently trimmed, thinning in the crown
There is winter showing on your face
I remember this morning slipping into my swimsuit
Critical of the mirror in front of me
You laughed and said I was being silly
You sigh, and take a deep breath of the ocean air
You take another look at me
As my eyes continue to search the water..
You reach across the blanket and touch my shoulder..
Saying just what I need to hear at that moment...
"Give me a kiss, you beautiful girl"..........
Copyright © Carrie Richards
You're my lady, made for me!
I swear to you there could never ever be!
In this whole world, as far as I could see!
Someone else who could be my soul-mate!
Except you, most precious gift of my fate!
Before we even met, I had known you forever!
Since times began, we had been apart never!
From nothing, you changed me to everything!
My queen of hearts, just with you I am a king!
You are my world, you're the love of my life!
You are my sweetheart, O my prettiest wife!
Let me yet once more get down on my knee!
To say you are my lady, who is made for me!
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Copyright © Asghar Nazeer
little girl who rose up
above forced marriage...
little girl who rose up
above her poverty
above her circumstance
their forced marriage
little girl who grew up
little girl who had to grow up
too fast, far too fast...
who learned the ropes too fast
who learned rough, tough, gentle
who became a woman
who became a seraphim...
a seraphim who looked down
a seraphim who descended
descended from the heavens
far beyond the speed of light
just in time...
just in time to save an old fool
just in time to marry me...
*Happy Birthday Vicki! Miss you...
Copyright © Tim Ryerson
This may be the last letter I write to you; I am so very tired inside, exhausted...as I lay in bed I’m pondering things. When you feel like you're at death’s door, it’s not the things you've done well that matter, it’s the mistakes in life you ponder. To be honest though, if there was only one thing I did right, it was the day I met you. When love finds you, you want to keep it close forever and ever and ever and never let it go. I’m afraid to go to sleep because of the uncertainty of tomorrow, but I need to set my fears aside…so I am writing. I should not be afraid because you are already there, where ever there is, but I do remember trembling at your touch and the sound of your voice; I'm still in love with you and I miss you so very much. My prayer is before I close my eyes that I did not forget something—I know that is silly. I did make the house payment, the dishes are washed, the laundry is done, and yes I took out the trash. I let the girls out to go potty, and made sure they will be taken care of if I don't wake up. They're sleeping on the floor by my side, they have been staying close to me tonight. So I guess I’ll put down my pen and take my chance at sleep, but if I could have just one wish, I wish I could see your face once again with those beautiful deep blue eyes I used to get lost in. Goodnight my love, maybe we can meet some where tonight, I love you.
Edward J Ebbs - 9/13/2014
Copyright © Edward Ebbs
I choose you,because of all the love you give me.
You are my sun when i'm cold.
You are my air when I can't breathe.
You are the one I share my dreams with.
You are the one I can always count on.
Through good times and bad times.
You're the one and only thing that makes me happy when i'm sad.
Hold me tight,like you do your pillow at night.
Why did you take so long to come into my life.
I always hoped and prayed that there would come a day.
When I would find that special love,then you came my way.
To be held by your loving enbrace,that's all i'll ever need.
I do not hunger,I do not fear when you are near.
From that day to now,I finally realized how good life can be.
Because you care,but most of all because you love me.
I pray you understand and know these words I have said to you are true.
Because you are my life and one day i'll make you my wife.
That's why I choose you,To be the one I love,respect and honor.
Copyright © Jeffrey Faulk
There’s a part of you
I cannot see or touch.
In the dark, alone, I know
every curve of your body.
I could sculpt you from memory.
Each detail vivid in
my mind’s eye.
The baby nail on your baby toe.
This neck that takes to kissing.
I know the moment when your
hip becomes belly.
But there’s a part of you I
cannot see or touch. Hidden, I want to
know it all the more.
Behind your eyes, inside
your heart, that essential
you, separate from this
fragile tissue hanging, draped, over bone.
I watch you move when
you’re not looking.
Standing, your toes curling.
Twisting the end of your hair while thinking.
Asleep, I know your breathing.
You hold the morning cup like a chalice.
Little lines around your eyes deepen sometimes.
These things are pieces of a whole I ache to know.
This elephant leg obscured by sightless eyes can
be anything. Groping blindly toward
the totality of you, revealed in fits and starts.
This life of mine no longer turned inward.
Every day I have new discoveries to make.
Copyright © Sander Wolff
My eyes wide open, all I see is Ebony
A white hot Light, to the left : "to the Past"
A Heavenly bright White Light to the right "to the Present"
I know the path of the past : I live it every day
Holding LENORE’S hand entwined to Forever ,Forever
Her Heart and mine beating as one for Eternity
A Loving Kiss : Heavenly Bliss : Teardrops’ Mist
I walk the path to the right, toward the Heavenly Light
The mirage I see, behind the White Light, unhued colors, unformed shapes
I quicken my pace and run toward the place where I can see LENORE again
She sits there , braiding Her long auburn hair , Emerald Eyes glistening with tears
“LENORE” ; whispered from my mouth , why so sad; we are together again Forever
She puts Her finger to my lips “shh my Heartbeat My LOVE, My LIFE , ALWAYS
You are here only for a minuscule of time, You have to go back It is not your time”
We embrace I feel the warmth of Eternal LOVE : a Heavenly glow on Her Angelic Face
We kiss, memories of a distant past flood my mind I remember the sweetness of her lips
LENORE fades away: No , NO , Noooh then I awake to the glare of Hospital lights
Shimmering off the tears streaming down my cheeks
Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire
YOU are the Heaven of my Soul
The Life of my beating Heart
Every Thought and Dream in my Mind
My Strength, to continue on
My ALWAYS and FOREVER
YOUR Eyes are my Twilights’ beacon
YOUR voice the Hymn, humming in my ears
YOUR Silken skin and Auburn Hair
The Pillow of my Dreams
My ALWAYS and FOREVER
YOU are the Emotion in my POETRY
YOU are the Beauty I see in the Sunsets
YOU are the Flame, always keeping me Warm
YOU are the Brilliant Light on my Path to Heaven
My ALWAYS and FOREVER
Inspired by Matt Caliri’s Contest “I LOVE YOU Because…”
Dedicated in LOVING Memory of My Wife : L E N O R E
Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire
I watch your riveting sonatas
Layer decadent truffles
Upon his pupils
Leaking wanton tears
Grasping for serenity
To have epilogue’s slow dance
You latch onto love’s empty façade.
No return flights to your destination.
Where are YOUR wings, angel?
An embedded hunger for him
To treat you like a priceless prayer
But, his knees are too decrepit to kneel in your temple.
Yet, you stay…
Your freedom becomes latched
Onto tortured leeches
It’s the closest you ever
To his flesh
You stare out towards melancholic branches
Cracking in unison outside your bedroom window
Under Gemini moon
A gripping slide of your fingertips
Against convex glass
Craving for encore
Of that night emptiness filled your lungs with lustful whisper
Pandora’s Box is your only translator
Held by the skeletons in his closet
With your name written against necklace’s recycled parchment
As the one they blame
For being a silver medal
When will it be your time to shine?
©Drake J. Eszes
Copyright © Drake Eszes
Since first I saw you, it was your eyes,
mesmerizing, your gaze transporting
me to a realm, not of fantasy, real,
where young men go when cupid’s
arrow takes root.
Since first I saw you, it was your lips,
captivating, holding me frozen
in anticipation of our lips brushing
for the first time.
Since first I saw you, it was your voice,
a crescendo, light, invigorating,
each word you speak intensifies
my hearing, enveloping each
note, time ceases as I hang motionless
Since first I saw you, it was your hair,
long, flowing, gently rising above
your shoulders as a slight breeze
passes through sending waves
of your essence my way.
The sun magnifying each strand,
highlighting the minute
variances of invigorating color,
creating a halo effect, a portrait of
your beauty forever imprinted.
Since first I saw you, It was you,
my love forever more for you,
Copyright © Mac McGovern
Yore of moments pass
From within the eve
Heavens celestial body
Pulse of heatwave passions
As spell are cast
Of star gaze
She, upon the auspicious me
Sultry eyes, twinkle yet
Flicker, dance ablaze
Thus, traverse I must, to kismet
Walk the red fiery molten flames
Searing coals forthwith transfix
Become sweet rose nectar lips
"The possession" her magical ruby charms
Burning deeper, is the intoxicating sip
Crafting to rise, crashes walls, hearts aflood
Waters washing ocean's staves
All that is runneth over
Burgundy bloods liquid glaze
Monsoons from out of lives
Two souls set love drenching free
Quicker to intertwine
Endowing testaments, hence to be
Thus, through fibers core wildfires reign
Eruptions into ritual
What ancient fates once withheld
As such escapes pheonix touch, euphoric kiss
Copyright © Michael Smith
Long flowing dark hair...
Shoulders that spill down arms...
A sweet neck that glides down a warm chest...
A sexy stomach that reaches thighs soft as silk...
And legs that can wrap around its prey with ease...
All drawn in by the scent of a women that humbles a man...
The beauty of a lady is the hair of Samson...
Makes us climb mountains that once we wouldn't...
And write poetry of love because now we could...
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico
Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin
Whisper lies as I let you in
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail
Copyright © Jay Loveless
Anxiously the bachelor dreams
Of a lifelong commitment
From the insidious bachelorlette,
He proposed marriage tenderly
Could I count on you ~
To forsake all others said she,
He vows to do so forever,
If she were to love, honor
And be the best bride ever.
They agree thus bonding
In holy matrimony
Husband and wife
Were then introduced --Mr. and Mrs.
After which family, guests
And wedding party joined
Too, celebrate the start of
their forever promise
Adell Foster©2009 Adell1
Copyright © Adell Foster
I shall daily visit the beauty parlor
And make myself beautiful for you.
I shall never clean the house
So that my skin is not tarred.
I shall ever watch my figure,
Eating calorie less foods and drinks.
I shall stay home all day
And will never be stay at home mom
But will go for Disco at night.
I shall not take drugs
But a drink or two in limits.
I shall awake late in the morning
So that you are not disturbed.
I shall adorn the house to earn
Adjectives from the neighbours.
I shall buy the furniture to invent
Nouns to be told to the visitors.
Our house will be all pronouns
But will never admit verbs as
They shake the very foundation.
*** I wrote this poem much earlier noticing a young married woman of a modest family adopting the modern living going astray from the household chores *** Based on a real
The poem was posted on 1/16/2007
Dr. Ram Mehta
Tenth place win in:
Contest: Any Twisted Poem sponsored by Destroyer A Poet
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta
Ever since I can remember
I have wanted my own person
That special person that would be mine
Who would want me to be their person
We would not want to be anyone else's person
I thought I had found my person
Yet that was not to be
I was left to wonder why
What went wrong
What was missing
Was there something wrong with me
I needed to look inside to see
Continuing a journey
Before I could find my special person
I had to become
My own person
How else could I recognize
When my person appeared to me
Then that special day
Like a vision she appeared
My endless love
She is my hand
I am her glove
My everything she's more than enough
She accepts me as I am with all my stuff
She is gentle when life is tough
Created just for me
The breath and air I breathe
The one I patiently waited to receive
My person, friend and lover who will not leave
The completion of me
She makes me truly believe
That I am worthy to be
She is my person
She is also her own
She knows herself
She is never alone
For part of me is part of her
Together we are more than what we were
Yet the lines of self they do not blur
They are amplified
Redefined by the beauty
Of being with
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux
Rest is a requirement,
in order to have this,
sleep is a must,
after a day’s of hard work,
wherein sleep is a must,
to freshen up the next day,
though the mind goes to sleep,
and the body follows suit,
the subconscious mind awakens,
and in lie,
a number of dreams,
that always reigns in my mind,
is the death of my wife,
but more than a couple of times,
why does this dream,
often arise in my mind,
is the answer I seek,
is it because of the love we have towards one another,
or is it the compassion for each other,
or is it in relation of serving one another,
or is it a kind of warning,
a warning to take care in the future,
some people may call this as the sixth sense,
while I call this a nightmare,
as nightmares are really scary,
yes, nightmares are quite scary indeed,
if you do agree with me or not!!
From:-Mr.Manu Nair (dated 19th November, 2012)
Copyright © Manu Nair
My heart is wound around your heart.
Mine is sustained by the beat of yours every day.
My dreams are wrapped around your dreams,
As I find peace in your arms and ways.
My vision is colored in life’s beauty
And you were the one to show it to me.
My happiness grew out of the knowledge
Of the life you built with me.
You taught me how to love this world
Amid all the tragedies that befall a life.
And you taught me to find God’s way
When he brought you, my soul mate, into my life.
Copyright © Carol Eastman
The Choir sang “Rejoice in the LORD Always” ----- REJOICE
I Knock at Heaven’s door, His voice says come ----- IN
I gasp at the sight of Glory, in a whisper I say oh ----- MY
Since Our Everlasting Day : I wait patiently for ---- DEATH
This is the Eternity my Heart has been waiting ------ FOR
To be One with God ,Together Always You and ---- I
Holding hands with Cherubim and Seraphim as We --- JOIN
The myriads of Angels, speaking tongues, Singing ---- MY
Salvation’s song: with My Dearest, Only Most ------ BELOVED
My Wife, My Life, My Heartbeat for ALWAYS ------ LENORE
To Praise; Father, Son, and Holy Ghost for Eons of --- FOREVER
Inspired By Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen"s "End Line Word" Contest
Dedicated To my "Nubbies" L E N O R E ( 1st Place )
The Essence of "End Line Word" Form Thank-YOU POETRYSOUP for
YOUR Support and Participation
Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire
sadness overtakes her step
tall black boots against the world
she's buying long and swishing skirts
skirts of power
wool hip coats with deep pockets
where she turns her gloves around and around
her strides are long for an old woman
her head is bent in lonliness
her mind is certainly lost
nothing is as it was
no one to speak to
no voice to the stream of self in her head
she swallows now
but she doesnt
Copyright © Zera Masters
Paradise In A Dream
There is so much weighing me down
The daily toils of doing what others want
Screaming kids fighting all day long
Another four hours of Dora The Explorer
Trying to cook dinner with nothing in the cupboards
Every member of the family wanting something different
Hot dogs for the youngest
Mac and cheese for the little girl who won’t eat anything
Cheese steak sandwiches for the adults
There is a fashion show on the TV for my wife
The basketball playoffs can wait for another day
I haven’t seen a Celtics game in more than ten years
A fuse blows in the middle on the evening
Those basement stairs were not meant for a man my size
Finally the time has come for a peaceful sleep
Until my daughter finds a monster under her bad
Screaming and crying while I scare the monster away
I close my eyes as the moon rises
The witching hour when the dead rises
My dreams take me away to a paradise
The tropical sun tans my half naked body
Naked women chase each other on empty beaches
No kids, no wife and no fashion shows
Too bad morning and another day has to come
Too bad that I love my wife and kids
Otherwise I just might stay asleep
Copyright © R. e. taylor
out in the county and up the highway
anger hangs like lost voodoo over Miami
dances on bumperstickers
floats on airwaves
scars faces with perpetual glares
colors perceptions darkly
alters moods and
drives young men to football coaches
then army recruiters
anger that beats stepchildren
hunts coyotes for pleasure
and hangs corpses on barbed-wire fences
anger that asks
have you seen many Mexicans today?
just my wife and kids so far but it's still early
i hope to see more
he calls me a race traitor
he's to old to hit and i'm to old to hit him
so i suffer a fool
he tells his old wife only a homo would marry a Mexican
middle-aged men in Ford 350's
scatter brown children at bus stops and crosswalks
then pull guns to protect themselves
from the older brothers of the children they harass
and... hey why did you do that to my little sister?
can get you shot in "self defense"
it gets to me too as anger leads to fear
fear for my Mexican son and daughter
who have records but have committed no crime
but out in the county and up the highway
the police put up roadblocks
issue tickets without cause
and brag, every Mexican in town will have a record
they told my son "what's the big deal everybody gets pulled over
everyone has to pay their share"
even if they
come to a complete stop
obey speed limits
use their blinker
tell it to the judge, my son and my daughter
the judge who gives out four month sentences
for a third non-offence
or you can pay the
take it off your record fee
we lost your paperwork fee
you live in the wrong neighborhood fee
you drive an old car fee
we don't care if you did it or not fee
then after you pay and pay
re-arrests because the clerk didn't enter the payment
and retracted scholarships
my children are Mexicans
Copyright © Mark McAllister
I love the way her quiet hands always seem
to rouse a feeling of intensity deep inside.
How strong the sensation can be when against my body.
I love the how heartening they are
when I feel so misplaced.
And how infantile they feel even though calloused
Greatly through her trying life.
I love the way her eyes gaze at me.
The way they bypass sheepish smiles and timid looks
And see what I really wish for her to see.
I love how a single look ignites a feeling in me that boils
my soul and melts away the layers
like chocolate in the sun.
I love the way her fair lips sneak across her teeth.
The way they coil in to this ideal smile
that always seems to cause the same outcome in me.
I love when she just barely tastes them while she’s thinking and
how they burn when she tenderly places them on my remains.
I admire how they can say so much with out moving
and with a simple flick can entice so much commotion at once.
I love it when I hear thump-thump
and how it propels her passion for this existence.
I love how no one person gets the same version of her,
and how it always makes every day unique.
I can even love the childish way it makes her mature
which always appears to make her cry.
I love the way I don’t feel good enough for her some times,
but she always tells me Im perfect.
I love how she makes me cry cause it never bittersweet
and always ends in a smile.
I love how angry she makes me and how she just blows it off
in a joke that we both laugh at later.
In the end I promised you this.
Its not done its not perfect but its for you.
Its my heart. Its everything I love about you,
Its my promise to always fall in love with you every day
And love you always.
Copyright © Stacy Brown
I am drawn to you like
The stars to the midnight skies
The Earth to the burning sun
Water to thirsting flowers
I am comfortable with you like
An old pair of boots
A faded pair of jeans
My favorite sweater and scarf
I am at peace with you like
Sitting in a boat in the middle of a lake
Taking a walk in silence in the country
Listening to rain drops fall in the dark of night
I am alive with you
Like the laughter that is uncontrollable
The heart that goes thump, thump, thump
Running through wildflowers in the wilderness
Every ounce of my being
Mind, body and soul are riveted by you
I am alive with you, free with you,
comfortable with you I love you
Copyright © Heather Mirassou
the delicacy of friendship
I found you in the flowers
Standing tall we become one
Looking down from gangly towers
Squash, you burn, you pillage, son.
Follow me you say in tongues
Thy shallow mind reveal me tell
Whisper lies clean load the guns
I feel the burn I rot in hell
Friend folly menacing the liar
I loathe this coffin how it leaks
Dear foe you raped me set on fire
The onion peal itself and weeps
dear monkey boy
Older eyes eat themselves,
glance and kill the other
Unified in the dance,
they steer the musty rudder.
Pained and sweeter deeper wells,
poised buckets drunk with water.
Singled out the one that dried,
handed weights to pull him under.
Wiser times capture the mind,
death justifies dishonor.
Knife slice neat through the devil's back,
who stares blank and milks the udder.
Inside this box
Goodbye tempestuous fall
My puppet of steel coiled thread
Smashed buttons and twisted dread,
Alarm these doors, and
Escape this delusive bunker bed
Stamp the spiders
Thief, vulture of the deflection
The mocking patron of the sinners
Erase this affliction
Relating inward at the reflection
Rise you fool
i love you
close the grip
cinched hematic grip
seeking the sheave
becoming the counterweight
i absorb, now
extracting the heat
rise like a phoenix
away to be gone to be free
fix me! i have fixed me
i am alive and i love you
Abolish her state of disrepair
Scattered, spattered drippy thoughts
All around this box of soused leaves
Soak, ferment in the faith of our love
I can't fix this, you know
I loathe this misunderstanding
Of what I am speaking, projecting
To me, Aye Damager, to you
This devil in me
turned and twisted
A wrecked elevator in rejection
Years locked painfully aware
Copyright © T.R. Sevrens
down my face
cracked in half
in a sea of blue
of losing you.
Copyright © Shelly Wiseberg