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If My Love For You Was Greater

if my love for you was any greater the trees would  line up in poetic forms ...awe you in sonnets written... allow winds to cool your face...  to trace it with natures hand. all the oxygen that covers all the waters rise, supercharge the breath of my emotion. mountains would melt, shed their peaks like tears of joy. even the arid deserts serve up fruits,  their prickly pears peeled on a platter. sunset would pause and sunrise hurry... ...exist in a paradox to herald your presence. petals would climb their stems  regroup to bloom again. butterflies re-cocoon  emerge as glorious fairies  for all children to adore. the skies would willingly  shape, etch,  paint,   frame my exuberance. the planet would swell, the galaxies expand. in the endless depth  of my singular love  i hold you dear, safely contain you  in my admiring smile, for now, forevermore. 16~10~2014 Sponsor: Rhonda Johnson-Saunders Contest Name: Your Most Romantic Poem of 2014

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

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A Tulip Grows Under An Evergreen - Inspired By The Poets At PoetrySoup

Parrot Tulip
in vibrant intensities 
with unique undertones
of green acquirable only in a 
few forests. A ruby red swirls within 
its petals beckons awareness of those very 
strokes that live in the lustre of your shapely lips 
like fantasy realized. Mirthful yellows in all those lacquers 
barely ever seen as one would scorch their eyes to gaze lastingly 
directly at the Sun - though I have been fortunate to witness identical 
iridescence in strands of your hair you unintentionally flip and like dainty 
fingers wave me on to move closer to your flawless frame - memorized easily.
fuchsia sparingly 
paints the flower they
say exists only in certain 
singular gemstones yet l know
this tincture for I have seen it in your 
cheeks when we play and laugh. Oh your 
laugh how it fills me - replacing noise surfing
the waves of sound in the surrounding atmosphere.
How enchanting when your laughter there - dwells to
tickle molecules invisible to the eyes but felt by the human
heart. Parrot tulips with their soft myriad shades become stunning 
against a deep black backdrop which shimmers bright like your ebony eyes. 
Sparkle like your smile and I grin happily just thinking of you, just thinking of us.
white that also 
adorns the flower a 
special light effect I have
found in your complexion - dazzles
my mind each and every time I see you.
Parrot tulips a miracle of nature, a special
breed I admit are as remarkable as any offering 
that grows in our gardens but rarer still - you the flower 
I share my life with. No one, no thing, no life compares to you,
your approach - for every time I even think of you, the joy it brings
completes the meaning of my existence full. If not for you no other delight 
would have that extra zest I feel from the sharing of your love and light always.
tulip oh 
what joy it
brings. How the flower
draws these words from
me. Ironic how true allure felt
fills our glass so I thought I'd share
with you how it uplifts my days - knowing
confident in our love as one - you'd never resent
me speaking of an elegance other than yours. So you may 
know - understand what the fibres of ones constitution compels 
them to write. Now - about a mystique other than the one you sport with
humility. Finally I have written a poem on aesthetics that does not mention you.
Just above and 
beneath the dirt grows 
riches unimaginable. Made to 
be absorbed by senses recognizable 
only by a few. They are free for the taking.
An appreciation, a love of a natural essence.
A flower, a person, romance you breathe incomparable
to anything real or imagined.  It alone are the wings we humans real and as precious as all else consumable. How lucky I 
am the magic handed out daily on these pages. The people I could never
find anywhere else then here. I am in love with their words in love with them.

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April 27 2015
The Gardener

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015

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In The Stars

       Written in The Stars 

Two hearts bleached by the sun
        A poem's - fallen wish
               The Love 
            Of A Life Time

Majestic beams fall from heavens meadow
Two hearts stitched by the constellation
Under the moon's glow 
   You and I
Gazing up into the Starry Sky

This night we sit under the dazzling diamond dust
Our eyes feel and meet tonight 
Stars twinkle a poem of each paired heart
Listen......While......The God's Whisper!

What Is Love? 
They asked
A wish so gently by the stars 
Greeting young couples heart 
Poor but, in love
Mockeries of an old shadow
Light embracing this Auspicious moment 

-Aster Flares-
Intrigued by sad lovers tale
Two souls forever rich- 
Sharing eternity through celestial bliss
Gravitating in the world owned by the stars
A most unfortunate turn of events, 
Romeo & Juliet
Collapsing stars rising with a hymn 
From the moment they fell
Only to reveal how beautiful-- 
-- the stars in the dark
Ever so wealthy, around Orion's Belt
Reading notes on every rhyme, every heartbeat

Stars fall every eve entering the atmosphere
Seeping through the soul, making love a part of light
Permanent illusion
Fireflies Flaring up 
A passion that last longer than a moment

Each  zodiac unfolds
The stars tell you, who you are 
Gaze upon the eternity
Follow the Northern star
Beneath your peaceful splendor 
They will bow
Sunset and the evening star, 
"My Star Of Love" 
Like glitter dust upon a timeless shore
Never will the memory of love be gone
Look up at the stars tonight,
For somewhere out there 
I read about YOU in a poem.

By; PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

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Beyond Forever

The night sky awakens from a long days slumber 
peers with its eyes down upon us large in number. 
The moon is like an orchestra full with every instrument playing. 
A falling star sings "Candle In the Wind" on its descent swaying 
like a faintly whispered lullaby of Columba drawing me in. 
Our  lips lock in a singular motion, surrenders, skin on skin. 

Our love is stellar, the magnificence of a galaxy, a flood 
of blessed light pure, entangles us in each others blood. 
I find solace in your touch, but how it leaves me faint 
still, brave like Orion I engage you without restraint. 
Naked, raw in the aura of the midnight's luster 
we undulate to the rhythm of stars in a cluster. 

Marvel the milky way, its multitudes of constellations. 
Roll in the heavens with its infinitudes of sensations. 
The exhilaration of zero gravity our movements free 
we explore the vast regions of this cosmic black sea. 
Together we surf an evening of carnal pleasures  
in these moments discover all the worlds treasures.

Falling into the freedom, with stardust in our hair,
A feeling so intense, that no education could prepare.
With every stroke of the skies nightly portrait of perfection, 
Inspirational kisses, under the microscope, intricate inspection. 
This power of passion caressing ever second of our being,
In your eyes it is beyond forever that I am seeing.

Written in the stars, the midnight sky writes our history,
Embrace the power of perfection, we are covered in mystery.

Maurice Yvonne
Casarah Nance

Copyright © Casarah Nance | Year Posted 2014

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O N L Y E V E R W I T H Y O U Only ever with you, I love to have and hold into the circle of your arms, I'll unfold; into your blue eyes' greeting shine, my gold; only ever with you, I yearn to grow old... Only ever with you I can write rhymes as such for you bring my muse from dust to dash, to hush Only ever with you my being wants to attach as first step already taken to our primrose path Only ever with you, tips dance linger to cherry lips Slow summer hands will roam vast to wonderland Whence pearl white peel smooches chocolate skin only ever with you, heartbeats climbs a boiling point Stars and moon may leave the dark skies yet, one look at the gleam of your blue eyes day and night, I see the rising sunrise. Only ever with you, I will dive to lows or heights for only ever with you, I'll plunge to infinity. Prayers plea asking blessings from Divinity to tie two hearts and two souls in sole unity. Mindless to whatever is there in humanity Only ever with you... _______________________________________________ POEM OF THE DAY -- February 27, 2015 ©O. E. Guillermo 5:32 pm, February 26, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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As I gaze into indigo skies,
Stars are brighter tonight,
Twinkling in the darkness 
Of a new moon.
Orion's belt enchants 
My impassioned heart
As my thoughts of you soar
In a dimension devoid 
Of Time's constraints.
Let me feel the warmth of your
Strong arms wrapped 'round me 
As we breathe in the scent 
Of night blooming jasmine.
You are my summer nights—
In my dreams of us 
On cool cotton sheets
While Bach serenades us in 
Rainbows of ribbons~
In a symphony of sounds~
Your skin glistens,
And I am lost in love.  


(French translation)

Comme j'ai regarder dans le ciel indigo,
Les étoiles sont plus lumineux, ce soir,
Scintillant dans l'obscurité
D'une nouvelle lune.
Ceinture d'Orion enchante
Mon coeur passionné
Comme mes pensées de vous atteindre
Dans une dimension dépourvue
Des contraintes de temps.
Je voudrais sentir la chaleur de votre
Bras forts enveloppés "autour de moi
Que nous respirons le parfum
Fleur Jasmin de nuit.
Vous êtes mes nuits d'été--
Dans mes rêves de nous
Sur des draps en coton cool
Bien que Bach sérénades nous dans un
Arc en ciel de rubans ~
Dans une symphonie de sons ~
Votre peau scintille,
Et je suis perdu dans l'amour.


Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015

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Hot And Cold Comes The Night

LIST POETRY - A FUTURISTIC INTERPRETATION You must know I cried yesterday and I think I broke the world so I braided some words into twine planted some sweet and sour coated seeds I grew free standing expressions and then I joined them with left over thread to present these interlocking pieces in their proper order regardless of the number they wear in an attempt to confuse and deceive. I offer this humble list for your reading enjoyment It is an honour to have you visit my page. The pleasure I assure you is all mine WORDS ON PAPER - THE LIST FIVE I loved you centuries before we were born. You lived in my dreams before I ever slept. When others wasted time picking flowers I waited for when it was time to pick you. Love calls you in the natural scent of your partner. You'd feel their touch in the vacuum of outer space. Your desire for them would melt away the ice age. I want to find a door in the brightest part of the sky I could open to erase what was, to shine a light so bright it, like a book of golden words, would write ideas so vital as to eradicate even a suggestion of our mournful past. I want to be that magician who does not bother with illusion but rather heals wounds and shatters burden. TWO We were at the fair, joviality in the air. A memory filed, I was a young child holding balloons floating round like full moons in vivid colours bright. Fixed on this joyous sight I was on Cloud Nine proud these were mine. If I had not let go of them. If I hadn't watched them as they flew higher and higher as my heart sunk lower and lower I might of never learnt what it felt like - hurt. Hope gloats, hope floats. either your way or just away. THREE sometimes the afternoon sun is.....too hot to walk barefoot........on the concrete path still even then.......I refuse to wear my hat I guess I'll never change, I'm just like that. sometimes when I jump in the lake in late summer... with all of my clothes on...I do it in the I go down...way down to the bottom...there's a gentle peace overtakes me..I want to stay down like a rock... revel in the ecstasy...not swim back up..........not ever SEVEN ours was a paper mâché love living in a cut out cardboard home with a macaroni art painted lawn and nothing real to call our own nothing solid that we could hold. we tried stacking lego bricks but you have to be able to pop your cheek to qualify as a kid - to get a license to build. the castle we assembled didn't pass the test. so much for fairy tales - hello reality check. we rolled the dice but our thimble went straight to jail and our mouse ended up trapped. can you hear that buzzing the operation failed. where are you going? your tricycle is still in the shop and I might as well tell you..............I have no eights................."go fish!" we fell through the bunny hole where i - jack fell ddddownnn nnnnnnn and broke my crown and you - jill came tumbling aaaaaaaaaaafterrrrrrrrrrrrrrr EIGHT it is a choreographed ballet our love stands strong legs at the base digging deep build roots delicate hands branched out reach high long slim fingers define twigs draw space the body of our trunk thick sweet filled music fills our human needs one sound wind pixies dance meticulously the air sunlight leaks effectively through dark spots lifts carries holds and shapes our smiles it is a choreographed ballet our love in sync our bodies their senses once immersed in I now us ONE I know the last thing I want to feel as I leave this world, it is your lips on mine. When I take my last breath I want to feel yours with its loving touch. NINE Always, no matter the roar or intensity of the storm how severe the attack even out of the norm Always, i offer my hand with sincerity aim to deal with it peacefully. Always! SIX then suddenly it hits like a swarm of locus. a deep dark manifestation that greases my mind my very existence in its unforgiving sense of doom. every bone stiffens, when I move, a sound of dead dried out forest twigs breaking against the boots of hikers echoes in the confined space of my skull. i reach for a pill slowly it dissolves under my tongue i wait and i wait and i wait ... my body is soaked in a sweat with its own cold and hot tap. i assume the position, lying on an unstable floor. the creature depression is now in full control of my faculties. this too i will survive ...that is what i do...what i do...this is what i do.......somehow i survive. FOUR there is a deafening hush... silently raging through the core of my existence...still...I am humbled by the light and the love I have witnessed in my brief on Earth there is a river...that walks at my side... walks with the same stride... April 14 2015 Armand

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015

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The Silence Of My Lust

There was sweat on my brow, beads of them as I approached her. I was a young man, still green. She was a mature woman like the long blades grow free in the lush of nature. My hand in hers she took me into her warmth. Nervous, shy you could hear grass grow in the quiet of my fear in the silence of my lust. I knew nothing. As we rolled in the dew of sex as I fumbled and groped, I in some instinctive wisdom entrusted myself fully to her. She set our bodies in a fluid motion my virginity now neatly cut. We spent days as I explored the fresh sweet air of 'us'. It was then I became a man. Learned how you hold a flower how you manicure the stem how you water the soil how you delicately hold the petals. It was then I became a gardener. A gardener worthy to tend a garden so vital. It was then I learned how to love a woman. 30~12~2014 Armand

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

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I Think of You

You’re sleeping soundly, but I’m left on fire
Engulfed by flames of burning hot desire
I yearn for you, and in my heart’s an ache
For I must wait till sun kissed, you awake

I think of you, so full of every grace
You’re angel bearings show upon your face
The strength of virile man is in your stance
It makes the heart in me just want to dance

To know that you are mine is sweetest treat
 It makes me want each day anew to greet
The joy of losing self there in your eyes
Gives me the wings I need to take to skies

You give me strength; you give me love that’s true
My world is epic all because of you

For Gautami Phookan’s Contest- I think of You 
February 17, 2015

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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I Love You Honey But This Is All About ME

you don’t know what you’re doing to me how i feel when you come near me happens to me you don’t know what happens to me right next to me when you're standing right next to me take me all of me you on me taste me i'm always me when your with me your scent is me your touch fills me you live inside me you are the best me so please trust me always be with me i couldn't go back to the old me i couldn't stand you not loving me! Maurice Yvonne 11~28~2014

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

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The Love Letter

My dear, 

   I shall meet thee in the summer of thy heart,

   where we once walked head to each 

   elegant upon the world....

And had not a care but for little winds of love

   winking there in the dreams of trees,

   laying upon me to so delicately,

   tickle with your autumn hair,

   always so soap-scented you

Touch me where I had not known

   the ease of such wonder in your eyes,

   splendor only for a great king ----

   but I a hopeless romantic muse,

   with little empty pockets blessed

   with thy precious petal,

   am richer than any lord!

I shall wait for thee in our golden glade,

   the heart which flows the waterfall....
   by the dawn of your sweet embrace,

   in the summer of thy heart,

   I shall wait....

   (Love, K)

Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014

Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Your Look of Precious Love

Whilst I gaze so warmly in your eyes my dearest, 
I see deeply your pure angelic soul of love 
Reflecting like a radiant flight of a dove, 
Charting its flight on so high emotions purest!	
Our spirits ascend high in the sky so clearest
To the very boundaries of Heaven my love,
Where the power of brightness is God’s best above. 
Your look of precious love is always mine dearest!

When we kiss so passionately our lips so melt,
As we caress warmly emotions are so felt!
Why we do this darling defines our love so dear,  
As counts the worth of angels’ blessings to be here!
How we love each other so matters on God’s Earth,
Your look of so precious love exceeds all gold’s worth! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, December 05, 2014 
(Petrarchan Sonnet poetic format in Iambic Hexameter)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

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- Every Breath You Take -

To get my heart in the right rhythm, I have to catch your inner you
Holding hands kiss colors inside sunshine warm paradise 

Together we share our dreams with a glass of pink champagne
Celebrating a living memory of eternal beauty sparkling gems glisten

We will find ourselves in an everlasting magical journey
Where the golden barley shakes silken softly whispers in our breeze

I'll walk with you through ages of time
Uniting as one shadow embraced dancing silver treasure

Pure angel of dawn, you've stolen my heart
Weightless without body floating beautiful falling inside the soul's desire 

Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :)  18.04.2015 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015

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The Enchanted Dream

How sweet the soothing songs of May Reposed upon the fragrant breeze The comely songs were Seagulls play On the lulling trembling seas. That dissolved the traces of your feet That lingered in the distant sands While the sultry beams unite to meet The carnal rosebuds of your hands. That blush in light the morning spray Descending warmly in your eyes Who knew the light of love this day Would lift me up to a new sunrise. Yet in the sunless fleeting hour I would hold you in my smile Or steal a kiss from you my flower In this languid scented isle. That quivers in the blue distance When tender birds are fast asleep When blazing stars of night entrance The lonely fountains glistening deep. I would hear your whispers by the sea On the soothing waves of night Its mellowed voice would comfort me When the winds would take to flight. To the starry distance and empty spaces That holds the night sky of your hair On hallowed streets and sleepless faces It blows the Eastern dews most fair. And on the enchanted blossom rare That I'd finally pluck in spring To bow and give to you my dear With this golden diamond ring.

Copyright © Mustapha Mohammed | Year Posted 2013

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A Lifelong Match

Spring is here - scents the air You've come from somewhere Moving in next to my home Your aura blooms bright n' warm I'm Already thinkin' here's a new friend I'm Already thinkin' here's a new friend                         Nice to meet a looker Show you all the best spots here I'll  see my world through your eyes Be free without need for a guise It feels like I've met my lifetime match It feels like I've met my lifetime match We sit under a tree           Your words sing harmoniously  Time flies too quickly Walking, talking, feeling tipsy Even from here seems I feel your touch Even from here seems I feel your touch Joking, laughing hours spent Licking ice cream - just content Folks stare - it doesn't mater Instant us just add water      You must believe in love at first sight You must believe in love at first sight Your image is ingrained in my mind A daydreaming guy am I Lost in you and me entwined I wonder can you read my thoughts As we lie under the sky Our hands touch and my face lights up Then you smile sweeter than syrup  We pick weeds you call them flowers I am the questions you are the answers I now know we are meant to be together  It feels like I've met my lifelong match I am sure I have met my lifelong match *************************************************************** A Re-Write Of "We're Going To Be Friends"Lyrics By The White Stripes (Jack White)  The Original Song is about a boy and girl still in school. Jack White's rhyming scheme seems strange on paper works beautifully when it is sung to its own tune. This version has been rewritten and adjusted  so it could apply to any new relationship  Maurice Yvonne Nov~27~2014 Happy Birthday To Me (I Think I Look Great For Ninety Years Old The Photo Of Me Is Very Recent)

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ballad | |

Bloom Not, Wolfsbane

Bloom not, cruel wolfsbane
In this forward spirit of mine
Let the moon dim and wane
For love has diseased my kind 

The girl was luscious in the wake
Rising at break of dawn
If only she knew I was a mistake
Before we made the bond

I grew fond of her everyday
And night gave me loathe and dread
My heart was weak, I couldn’t send her away
But fed in her desires instead

I kissed her in the forest of green
I had forgotten what I am
I gazed into those eyes, so keen!
A smooth and gentle lamb

One day I stopped to think a bit
My stomach wrenched and twirled
Through love I had lost my sense and wit
To a pitiful village girl!

Avoiding her best I could
I hid from beauty’s caresses
But again she found me in the wood
And so grew the obsession

But so grew the moon
And the waning was abstaining
Good night, wonders of the noon
With memories remaining

Alone I wandered in the cold
Knowing it was coming
The sky grew dark, the sun was sold
Behind the madness blooming 

Transforming! Changing!
My mind went all a blur
Rage deforming! Madness deranging!
I couldn’t think of her…  

The time was gone!
The night had come!
I thought I was alone
But then I saw her standing there
Pale and stiff as stone

I woke up that dawn sitting there
On the forest floor
And there lay she all bloodied and bare
The lamb that I adore!

The wounds I found were like a gift
I know they were from my girl
I’m glad she fought her will to live
As I blindly devoured her

An honorable lamb with bloodied hooves
She’ll never leave my vision
Sacrificed for ravenous wolves  
And no cry for jurisdiction 

 Bloom not cruel wolfsbane
In this forward spirit of mine
Let the moon dim and wane
For love has diseased my kind 

-an oldie , hehe
For Pd's Contest : )

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2011

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Love Notes in a Bottle

Love Notes in a Bottle

It came as a last meandering thought
How could I know?
Maybe a thousand years from now
On a far away shore
Would exist a lady of mystical lore
Reciting sonnets of medieval tales
In magic forests, dreaming of love
As I love
Who could feel a bond so delicate as a doves feathers
A pain so strong, like a tiger wronged
That to part would mean emotional low tides to come

That she could feel the loneliness of night
The scent of the morning dew
The feeling of rain upon ones breast
The smell of the rose
The view of the meadows
The Laughter as the children danced
The plea of one whose heart bleeds
The desires to capture love and yet remain free

Her eyes would show her ageless beauty
Her smile would hide her thoughts
Wrapped deep
Inside of old love letters

She would sigh
As I recited old prose
We would hand in hand repose
Knowing growing old is how it goes

Alas she is but an image in my mind
A thousand years till birth
Or even more
A fantasy, that lets me die in peace
That someone could love as I loved thee

You were my past, and my eternity
Lovers who never took flight
Broken wings, and broken borders
Boundaries never crossed
Kisses though we never lost

On every wind swept shore
I wander with the birds scouting overhead
As wave upon wave of desolation slaps my head
A woman is over there by the sea
She but a stranger in the mist
So not at all is she thee

A thousand years from now
On wind swept shore
Will she be forlorn?
Weeping for the likes of me
Whispering inside, he was here but a thousand years ago
Love letters telling loves desires
Inside a bottle and buried in sand

Alas is the ocean not made of ancient tears

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

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I was the one with the color-blue eyes, 
you were the wind on the sea. 
Of all the oceans tossed by your kiss 
why did it have to be me? 

                                                Pardon this wind for causing the wave. 
                                                One as free-spirited as I 
                                                was myself surprised, your gravity called, 
                                                your lips I could not deny. 

A soaring breeze calms not a sea 
and I would be remiss, 
to think my journey to your heart 
began with but a kiss. 

                                                Why would you wonder, oh King of the deep 
                                                did you not feel the spark, the magic? 
                                                You wound my heart, with thoughts that start 
                                                to doubt my intent, it’s tragic. 

Indeed I felt it, burning deep, 
your spark inflamed desire. 
Enraptured now, I long for more, 
my heart a raging fire. 

                                                 Arise, my King, from current doubt 
                                                 and begin to breathe anew. 
                                                 Haven't I hovered long enough 
                                                 for you to get a clue? 

Bend, oh Queen, yield your will 
and we will rise above, 
the ebb and tide of mortal bane 
swept away in love. 

                                                  Into your ocean I'll sail my vessel 
                                                  on a course set sound as stone. 
                                                  Prepare yourself oh majesty 
                                                  for I will share your throne.

A Collaborative Write by KIM PATRICE NUNEZ and JOHN WULF
16 April 2015
Poem of the Day - 18 April 2015

Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

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A Unicorn spell

Opening wings spreading out
one pure beautiful image in beholding 
Gracefully embracing inside visions 
greeting Mother of pearl shimmering rainbow hues
Her horn sparkling tipped diamond 
Under the moonlight silver gleams 
Her silhouette reflecting light 
Princess wearing golden horse shoes 
One mane in softest satin silk 
Regally standing mustang wild 

Magically colored purest washed from the ocean foam 
Cascading hair scenting of burnt honey 
Eyes penetrating in baby blue awakening 
Her long lush lashes flutter and glisten 
Upon her lips last rosebud's dew 
Her coat in white like slushy snowflakes 
reflecting glass shards of crescent cradles
She roams the fields singing to the prince
it is only love that will finally set her free 
from a curse cast on her beauty 
by an evil wizard 

To be the only winged unicorn 
of it's kind in the world 
flying into softest cushioned clouds 
She dances and sings,then she stills 
In distance she listens to the sound of a flute 
And there She sees a gorgeous young man 
lying on carpets of evergreen 
along with his father,and mother the queen 
Her melodic voice like that of a jeweled string harp
hypnotised the prince 
He ran and ran after pink butterflies which led the way 
They took him to her 
They glide above them 
then to the promising celestial sky 
they flew away baby blue 
infinite their love. 

As if He knew her in another lifetime sweetly
His eyes where glued. Into her own 
He knew he loved her and had to hold her 
Never to leave him all by himself 
regally standing mustang white

His eyes were fixed into hers... 
To her he went with joyful tears 
His lips brushed smoothly her every fears 
As then he whispered behind her ears 
You are a unicorn and I'm a man 
but with no other my.heart will share 
I ll make you mine if you say yes 
The first winged unicorn as a princess 
Then he kissed her upon her neck 
and a strong wind just pushed him back 
From a white horse. ,fair lady She 
had now won over her destiny 
The prince's lips removed the curse 
Now she is his ,as he is hers 

Overflowing his heart 
in sweeping golden joy 
forever on deep sands 
living always together 
in everlasting happiness

written by Liam and Charmaine 
a fun write dear friend

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014

Details | Narrative | |


I was seventeen, had one year left of high school and a boyfriend I didn't even love. It was the end of summer, and I was on the verge of a night indelible because it was incredible for me. If "tall, dark, and handsome" had a face, it belonged to one who walked into the store I worked at nightly all alone. He brought with him a smile just for me - beautiful, magical, seducing. Were he music, he'd have been the warmest song to ever touch my soul. Perhaps it was the moon, lunacy-inducing, that made me crave his visits more and more, for he'd come each night into the store, his ritual to tease me with his glances; then stand in line with just one purchase, engaging me with words deliciously belying that he spoke my native tongue. Did he know I fairly worshiped him? And where was Aphrodite to let her dear Adonis wander free? I learned eventually he was staying with a brother and soon would be returning to Quebec. I do not know, but I can now infer the moon waxed full by the time he asked me out, for I had waxed complete in my audacity. Knowing it was his last night in town, I closed the store up early and fled with my Prince Charming. The stuff of poetry that night transpired. . .fodder for the several poems of romance I've since penned. Sitting in his car in front of my own house, late at night, into the early morning. . . The way he gazed into my eyes, teaching me of butterfly kisses and his breathing his sweet breath along my ear lobes, the way our fingers interlaced, the way he caressed the small of my back. . . He taught me how small things can be just as sensuous as that act of love that virgins do not know, and he branded me with a yearning for a sweet romantic love I'd never felt so strongly, nor would I ever know again as wonderfully as I was shown that night, for others in my life I've kissed, yet I have never missed them. My dream love wrote me postcards from Quebec. Then it all died out. I married. A few years passed; then I got a call from him, completely unexpected! Somehow he'd tracked me down to my new home. I took the call, as I held my firstborn baby daughter in one arm. Heart in my throat, I told him it was nice to hear from him, but I was married now. So though I'll never know what "may have been," I'm still left with the memory I chose to make with him that one day of my life, my very best, because for just one night, I was Cinderella. A prince still holds my slipper, and infinite romance lives on inside my poems. For Frank Herrera's First Love Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

Details | Quintain (English) | |

The Curious Moon

A young man leads his girlfriend to a tree
one sultry summer eve as night is looming.
the branches of the old oak form a canopy
under which he leans in for a kiss, assuming
his new love also feels their romance blooming.

The pretty girl is innocent and shy,
but from the boy’s sweet kiss she feels that he
might be her one true love; more kisses make a sigh
escape her lips. Her inhibitions flee,
and touching him arouses her curiosity.

Aglow, they feel a passion all-consuming,
undressing one another as fingers fly.
The curious moon, with incandescence blooming,
peeks down from a star-bedazzled sky.
Young love with moon above shall never die.

Written 10/17/12 for Francine Robert's
Romance me with English Quintains Poetry Contest
and now for A true love -poem #2 - Poetry Contest of poet destroyer A

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

Details | Sonnet | |

Your Beautiful Heart Doth Beat

Your Beautiful Heart Doth Beat

Your beautiful heart doth beat with rapture,
And the sweet of your kiss doth now swoon me.
We caress now and my soul you capture;
My love no place other I wish to be!

When we embrace my love in joy and fun,
Our hot passions spark an alchemic fire.
Our spirits soar high now becoming one,
Affirming love only God can inspire!

Your heart beats a brilliant tempo of love,
That enchants our eternal souls replete.
It’s God’s gift to us from Heaven above,
And His divine love is true and complete!

To God now I pray your love forever;
I declare my love leaving you never!    
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
November 14, 2015 (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Romanticism | |

Your Body, Your Touch

Your feelings in a group of touring innocence
travel up North towards trust and sincerity
in sweet submissive care like a carefully rubbed suede.
You put day light into your entrapment
for noontide to go nonstop.

Caress from yonder, massage from under
your skirts make appetite nonchalantly mourn
your legs present so nutraceutical to manly weakness.
If your bones are licked by wild beasts
the jungle would be protected by the ghost of sweet affection.
If the rains fall through the planes of your body
vapours of lust and desires will spring out of the Earth.

Your expensive flare, expresses you as a needed nougat
sliding pleasurably though wet lips in a greasy enjoyment of noodles
with aroma and taste capping up a nouvelle cuissine.
Night is dead from your day-long engaging chemistry
making the aggression of your nubile emission
in ration to any attempted resistance an improper fraction
when the night's light strike your contrasting body
for the creation of a mobile image so dark and graceful,
nature will sit down beauty for a serious interview.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lanterne | |

Rhetorical Question

you love
me without
the pain that love

Copyright © Doreen Wright | Year Posted 2012

Details | Romanticism | |

The one who holds my heart

Oh beloved, the one who holds my heart,
I have travelled the world seeking you.
Through stormy seas, across death ridden deserts,
climbed the highest mountain and walked though troubled jungles.
Yet, still I struggle to find you, some say I've gone mad, 
but I know you exist as I can feel you through my pulsating heart.
The chapters of my love story have not yet began,
but I know this is more than a Romeo and Juliet affair.
This is not about a boy and a girl, falling in love forever,
this is about a mere mortal connecting with a Goddess like Venus.
Two hearts connected through a spiritual existence,
awaiting the fate of the magical union of touch.
My passion is like that of a magnificent waterfall,
only you can extinguish this endless flame of carnal desire.
Come, let me adore you, I am a devotee to your love,
come, let me burn inside you, I am the curator of your flower garden.
I yearn for you, like a sinner begs for forgiveness,
I want to cherish you, to die inside you.
Don't deny it, this is fate, I live for you and you for me,
honour me with your presence and feel my love...

Silent One. 2 August 2015.

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

It Is The Scent Of Your Soul

In my arms secure I delicately brush back your hair, Touch your skin almost imperceptibly   Your eyes vanish into mine. I feel miraculously lost in your splendor... but... it is the scent of your soul... In my arms guarded you graze my lips with slender fingers Kiss my body, soothingly knead my shoulders, you inhale my gaze, steal me, lead me to your dominion but... it is the scent of your soul... Fusion of companions luscious in the air Voices that harmonize in the sounds of pleasure Willingly unconscious in a flurry of delight On an adult merry-go-round of fervent assimilation  but... it is the scent of your soul... your beauty unmatched violet colored eyes, sun embraced hair, an unblemished china white complexion, lips that dance in sync with spring, but... it is the scent of your soul... your primal allure unparalleled that bedroom draw that you possess  your fragrant heat that screams a man's desire those womanly parts, a body perfect entices... but... but, still there is no measure. The strength of your kindness, your giving nature, your nurse like instincts, the pure drive of your convictions. I would sacrifice all else nothing matters more... it is the scent of your soul that owns me.
12~10~2014 Sponsor: Anthony Slausen Contest Name: The Scent of Your Soul

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

My Love Knows No Form My Love

one with the music  a vestibule for magic  love fills the night air Let my aura deep red spill onto the page,  I an instrument in the name of poetic rage,                                                L                     O                   V                    EVOL...VES Into a voice deep and vibrating, with words feathered and lulling. We are love... Love!, nothing and everything. With you in the serenity of nothing that my love is everything.  scampers a bright moon  gifts liquid life a lit view  watch them rendezvous i wrote you a star covered night built you a sun with a dimmer light i turned it down warm and low called it a moon, made it glow i rhymed you an early morning hush so quiet you could hear a person blush i sketched a fully carpeted globe dressed it in a thick soft robe i painted it in greens, blues and a palette full your own flower garden with no weeds to pull i sung some words, some harmonized notes strummed you a new world, one that floats ...a pyramid each and every word, romance... I  do know my true love  it will make you  light headed but free. Space is that way, you know but you'll adjust. A small price  to pay these days for liberty. A chance to live in a world of ours, just us together and lives of all kinds. Maurice Yvonne

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Starstruck in your deep Beauty

In your beauty, striking jewels within your light 
If I where to go into another world 
Searching behind each and every fold 
Wrapped up inside my mind 
There is a never ending vision, of thought 
Over half of it one forgets 
in a short space me not 

Flowering time one stands out striking 
It draws from the gentle wishing well 
inside the rainbow colors her 
all shades of a promise 
sprinkling softly in her mist 

The heart began singing music to me 
as the soul saw your guiding light 
I would never break your heart love 
one silent promise, made into oneself 
at that very moment in time 

I felt it 
so very special 
remembering the sweet pretty birds in song 
Magic capturing that very moment 
our souls inside out sharing 
When the heart fell at your feet 
it was truly amazing 

You're my dove wings 
sweetly touching 
Flying this heart deeply in love 
with your peace the drunken spirit is floating 
intoxicated in your space 
falling softy emotions swoon 
Savoring feelings explode outside reality 
your amazing beautiful in my eyes 
dazzling the mirrors of dream

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014

Details | Terza Rima | |

- Your Heavenly Touch -

- Your Heavenly Touch -

Walking in the light of beauty
sunshine's a promise fulfilled 
warmly on the right side of love 

Holding you precious the gasp within 
one kiss chocolate melting taste buds 
Lost in a dream embracing you my Queen

Sets a twilight sky on fire
burning deeply warm starlight
Dawning this night 

I live only for you 
without saying goodbye
Your heavenly touch lovingly whispers are melodious

A most cherished feeling powers emotions 
when your lips kiss sweetly lands softly perfect
Tomorrow's a new adventure in our honeymoon secret meetings place 

(unrhymed tyrcets)
Romance written by : Liam & Anne-Lise :)
Copyright © Sunshine smile

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Wild pure and free love

I am just a country boy at heart
mustang free wild at spirit
Awakening to the bliss birds singing love piercing into a soul
Treasure gem in the promised land
dewdrops are falling rubbing them into my fingers 
wind breathing her voice whispers silver 
I hold so much love deep inside for you
stroking gently as it touches softly 
your one amazing woman to me
sweetly inside the land of milk and honey
touching finger caress in the morning sun 
Golden dreams in her I smile rising queen of the east
To she who bows me humble 
so full of grace inside treasure deeply smiling 
Then as I look across the mountains 
captured in deep thoughts within beauty wow
White clouds in the sky racing to dreamland
darling hop on the magic carpet 
whisked away in a breathless heartbeat
I fall away into a distant dream starstruck paradise Shangri-la
garden of eden your my seventh heaven love
never have I tasted such a fine fruit
paradise walking with you is to wonderland 
hand in hand we will dance together sweetheart
in never-never land forever and always our love
you darling are heaven on earth 
illusion of a rainbow falling rich 
baby I found my pot of gold
your all the riches this man needs in the heart 
Darling with you I can see a great vision
together in the great golden cased thoughts
us two at the pearly gates of heaven
now your my dream smiling angel of delight

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014