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Listen To Night's Music Play - For Becca

In my arms listen to night’s music play,
As we lie by a stream of love’s delight,
We wish the velvet dark night it could stay.

Now send all the cares of the day away,
Together we lie in silver moonlight,
In my arms listen to night’s music play.

Now in our peace our love we do display,
As our passions do come forth shining bright,
We wish the velvet dark night it could stay.

I hold you close and our love flows gently,
Your lips meet mine in the kiss of the night,
In my arms listen to night’s music play.

Your eyes they do shine with love perfectly,
I drown in the depths of their love tonight,
We wish the velvet dark night it could stay.

Come join me tonight in love’s sweet embrace,
In my arms listen to night’s music play,
Ever be with me with angelic grace,
We wish the velvet dark night it could stay.

(Shine On In Dream Series.)

Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016

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Powerless

I look for your magic in the moonlight
Listening for the secrets you will tell
I wish for you to be my dream tonight

I do not know if it is wrong or right
You leave me powerless under your spell
I look for your magic in the moonlight

Take control of me I do not wish to fight
You even mesmorize me with your smell 
I wish for you to be my dream tonight

I wish to fly on your string like a kite
Tethered to you I am secure and well
I look for your magic in the moonlight

So I travel with you into the night
Nothing compares to the stories you tell
I wish for you to be my dream tonight

You my lover with your eyes shining bright
You lifted me up whenever I fell
I look for your magic in the moonlight
I wish for you to be my dream tonight

Anne's favorite poetry form contest.
Be gentle Anne it is my first time trying this form.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

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When I Close My Eyes

Night Whispers in my ear, promising sweet

Dreams from another world. My eyes lidded

With wonder of images that aren't complete.



My consciousness blurs, I scrunch up my feet.

Dream realm returns, I enter it timid.

Night whispers in my ear, promising. Sweet



Melodies drift down a rain ridden street.

Colors explode to make the dull gilded.

I wonder of images that aren't complete.



I dream in color that's full of deceit,

My journey confused but benefited

Night. Whispers in my ear, promising sweet



Souls of good fortune. The spell obsolete,

Slips off my mind. The day then comes guilted,

I linger with images that aren't complete.



Startling gold sun begins to reach its peak,

But my mind is in bed, dreaming tinted.

Night whispers in my ear, promising sweet

Wonder of images that now are complete.

Copyright © Jordyn Linkenback | Year Posted 2014

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Night Stalker

Within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright
shadows twist obsidian trees torment,
the cypress writhe in blood moon’s bright delight.

The hunter hides his nascent lust for might 
and so the doe flees by man’s bow unbent,  
within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright.
	
The cypress writhes in blood moon’s bright delight,
bedevil not the finer soul, repent,
the destined deed, must feed, man’s plight.

With deadly skill, fletched shaft sheers frosty night.
The horned hart does fall in wonderment, 		
within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright.

And torment flows in drops of crimson sight,
distorting right and light with man’s intent.
The cypress writhes in blood moon’s bright delight

Into the holy water blood rings light
for life is all and death is but dissent, 
within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright,
the cypress writhes in blood moon’s bright delight.



Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010

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Violet Ladyslipper

A violet ladyslipper’s seed did fly On tropic breezes to cold forest’s womb Her hidden beauty, a gift to the eye Past bluebirds, saffron and red butterfly On wings of her soul dream to come abloom A violet ladyslipper’s seed did fly A common pine this seed did dignify This blooming desire, her heart did consume Her hidden beauty, a gift to the eye To survive, pitched struggle in forest dry The delicate orchid’s dreams met their doom A violet ladyslipper’s seed did fly Her blossom was meager, yet seeds nigh Fairest fate was not woven on God’s loom Her hidden beauty, a gift to the eye And ever her seedlings did multiply In plumage full, daughters did bloom A violet ladyslipper’s seed did fly Her hidden beauty, a gift to the eye 6/19/16 For Contest: Villanelle Me a Flower Sponsor: Broken Wings

Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016

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Dreams

Dreams tend to lilt
Today they’re here
‘morrow they’re killed 

I’ve seen some wilt
Despite a tear
Dreams tend to lilt

If they are built
But not kept near
‘morrow they’re killed

They can be spilt
With just a jeer 
Dreams tend to lilt

But have no guilt
Nor feel the drear
‘morrow they’re killed

A dream can tilt
A dream can blear
Dreams tend to lilt
‘morrow they’re killed

Copyright © Charleen Martinez | Year Posted 2013

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Wish

Holding onto a dream without a face
Paralyzed in limbo, not here or there
Following a road that leads no place

Where are you , please leave a trace
I'm overwhelmed by things to share
Holding onto a dream without a face

Desiring only to have my little space
Existing happily only one single care
Following a road that leads no place

Wanting once to not end in disgrace
Taking this for granted I do not dare
Holding onto a dream without a face

I don't understand this, I have no base
Sorry, I don't know how I can prepare
Following a road that leads no place

Fatigued in this never ending rat race
Ultimate failure, I'm not able to bear
Holding onto a dream without a face
Following a road that leads no place


by Wayland Bunch

Copyright © wayland bunch | Year Posted 2013

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A Better Life

I want so much more for me
I pray and hope for more
Will it ever come to be

Is it something I can see
I hope it's not a bore
Will my God hear my plea

Can I be all that I can be
Right now it's such a chore
I want so much more for me

Will I ever be able to see
Will I be able to soar
Must I declare this decree

Can I ever foresee
This brand new door
That's opening just for me

When will it come to be
Everything and more
How much will be the fee
and, do I hold the key? 

Copyright © Jennifer Marie Oliver | Year Posted 2013

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A Daydream

What if I was Esther and named queen?
Could I be beautiful, brave, and bold?
I would—at least in my daydream.

Pianos would ne’er need practicing,
Mother would not hover and scold,
What if I was Esther and named queen?

My face would shine with love all agleam,
I would drink from goblets made of gold,
I would—at least in my daydream.

Death would befall all Haman’s team,
Victory for my people would unfold,
What if I was Esther and named queen?

I would ruin Haman’s odious scheme,
Righteousness and justice I would uphold,
I would—at least in my daydream.

Lord, I can just picture the scene,
I would lavish thanks uncontrolled,
I would—at least in my daydream.
What if I was Esther and named queen?

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014

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Dreaming Of Spring

Dreaming Of Spring

Myth is the breath of memory
Fables of spring's awakening
Things are watching we cannot see

Here in the garden’s  treasury
The magic of spring is hastening
Myth is the breath of memory

Colors  to spark a rainbow’s envy 
Every meadow and glade adorning
Things are watching we cannot see

Flowers  dancing in reverie
Bluebirds and butterflies on the wing 
Myth is the breath of memory

Spring is  transforming dormancy
Now as days  are brightening
Things are watching we cannot see

Painting  a picture of harmony
At last a result for all our dreaming
Myth is the breath of memory
Things are watching we cannot see

Suzanne Delaney


Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013

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I dream of a great and distant place

I dream of a great and distant place
It is mine, only I hold the key 
There are many fears I have to face 

Meadow, temple, goddess of grace 
Wending brook, glittering tree 
I dream of a great and distant place 

It becomes vague, it is now a trace
So very far, so very hard to see
There are many fears I have to face 

Falling into my city's warm embrace
Take me away, hear my plea 
I dream of a great and distance place 

To these enchanted thoughts I race 
From the staleness of now I flee 
There are many fears I have to face 

With a breath it will vanish, in a second erase 
Once more I feel a cold pull inside me 
I dream of a great and distant place
There are many fears I have to face 

Copyright © Jeremy Martin | Year Posted 2012

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I Dreamt I Was a King

I dreamt one night that I was a King.
With royal garments sitting on a throne.
Wealth before me I could have anything!

On my finger was placed an emerald ring.
It felt really cold chilling me to the bone.
I dreamt one night that I was a King.

There was beauty but my heart didn't sing.
So many people still I felt alone.
Wealth before me I could have anything.

I wondered, what I should ask them to bring.
Could anything soften my heart of stone?
I dreamt one night I was a King.

Sadly, I could't think of a single thing.
I looked at my subjects I heard them moan.
Wealth before me I could  have anything.

Within my court I heard an angel sing.
Melting the cold with her majestic tone.
Wealth before me I'd give her anything.
I dreamt one night I was a King!

My Carnival poem was an attempt to write a villanelle,
I think I am a bit closer with this attempt.


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014

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Dreams


                           

  


   I often dream and wonder why,
   The words and rhymes within my head.
   Should i be true and not deny?

   Those words need saving, so do i.
   A loneliness, my life must shed.
   I often dream and wonder why,

   It's hard to hold my head up high
   And speak of feelings, never said..
   Should i be true and not deny?

   This other world, or shrug and sigh.
   Why should i hide, or fear to tread?
   I often dream and wonder why.

   To live in hope, and never cry.
   Release my dreams, then look ahead.
   Should i be true and not deny?

   Rhymes now within my poet's eye,
   To share in verse, that can be read.
   I often dream and wonder why,
   Should i be true and not deny?

  
   

Copyright © george seal | Year Posted 2015

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The Dream

As morning dawns upon the bight,
And illuminates the sea,
Awake, awake to dawns first light.

A haze upon the head alight,
Clouding out all memory,
As light of day overcame the night.

Impossible it is to write
All that the mind did see,
When you awake to dawns first light.

The vaguest sense that all was right
In those last moments of lethargy,
As light of day overcame the night.

When all seemed lost in evil plight,
Or drowned in heavenly ecstasy,
As you awake to dawns first light.

The pieces of the puzzle briefly unite,
Then are scattered off spontaneously,
As light of day overcomes the night.
Awake, awake to dawns first light.

Copyright © Adeline Nicholson | Year Posted 2014

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Don't Let Me Fall Back To Sleep

My love, please, don't let me fall back to sleep
But hold me while I cry soft in the night
My dreaming is full of nightmares, my sweet

Yes, I'm tired, but this price is too steep
You see, in each dream I lose you, each time
My love, please, don't let me fall back to sleep

I was in a crowd, all blank-faced as sheep
I looked for you; you were nowhere in sight
My dreaming is full of nightmares, my sweet

I was running through a forest, running through trees
Then I saw the snakes lunging in the half-light
My love, please, don't let me fall back to sleep

Never have I known dreaming to be so bleak
Never had something to lose, to for fight
My dreaming is full of nightmares, my sweet

I don't want to sleep alone; come now please
Come to me so I can finally breathe
My love, please, don't let me fall back to sleep
My dreaming is full of nightmares, my sweet

Copyright © Cameron Hartley | Year Posted 2013

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Hail to the Knight of Woeful Countenance

Hail to the Knight of Woeful Countenance, 
the impossible dream with lance in hand.
Alonzo had dreamed, dreams of ambiance.

Knight, Don Quixote, rose in allegiance
The man from La Mancha, felt in demand
Hail to the Knight of Woeful Countenance.

His squire Sancho Panza, flaunted the stance
From old Rocinante, slain windmills at hand.  
Alonzo had dreamed, dreams of ambiance.

His make believe love, a one way advance.
Dulcinea, ……………..gets no wedding band.
Hail to the Knight of Woeful Countenance.

Castles and mules and a loser’s penance.
Bound  by the rules only Knights understand
Alonzo had dreamed, dreams of ambiance

Retiring, a dream brings him assurance
New found sanity, he swears with raised hand
Hail to the Knight of Woeful countenance
Alonzo had dreamed, dreams of ambiance

Sept 15, 2012 © cghjr

Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2012

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Meditation - Vision

 
In my mind the gallery is vast and dreamy, The corridors are full of whispers calling; I open a door to a land green and steamy. It seems a thousand birds are in trees leafy, Their wild sonorous song like violins whining; In my mind the gallery is vast and dreamy. I walk a dream forest and my mind goes freely, All about is enchantment surreal and twining; I open a door to a land green and steamy. Lush tendrils reach out with fingers thorny, And murmurous hummingbirds glide stunning; In my mind the gallery is vast and dreamy. Lovely flowers in every hue seem so sleepy, Oh the butterflies are so colorful and dazzling; I open a door to a land green and steamy. This arcane dream so eerie with winds breezy, My journey gorgeous, divine and winding; In my mind the gallery is vast and dreamy, I open a door to a land green and steamy. ____________________________ April 28, 2016 Villanelle For the contest, More Than The eye Can See sponsor, Mystic Rose

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016

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Embrace me

Embrace me like there is no other one
Time flies, we get old, changes will come
Life is short and you'll need one

Hold me deep, and as if you have won
I return to touch you now. Please..
Embrace me like there is no other one

To hold you and to keep you before you run
And if you feel there is no time
Life is short and you'll need one

Keep me close to your heart for fun
As the love I feel will keep you strong 
Embrace me like there is no other one

That will kiss you and stay for the long run
Even with cloudy skies and dark nights
Life is short and you'll need one

To love you, to make you smile and scream 
That I am here to stay, and all you need is
Embrace me like there is no other one
Life is short and you'll need one...

                                         ...Person to love!

Copyright © Thoubert Larus | Year Posted 2013

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From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands

From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands.
Comely words of comfort put the comma in the gray;
Hushed roads are dusted with sugar in the sun`s hands.

Hesitating white clouds meet the night`s dark commands,
But bring the dawn`s serenity for the a golden bay;
From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands

Luminous black jack oak stopped the moving sands;
The winding road might have danced on the hills` clay;
Hushed roads are dusted with sugar in the sun`s hands


Recollections` last wave in the glass blowers` light stay,
Smiling from Spring Lake to Thistle Shimmer`s way, 
From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands, 

Pine Barrens` silken grasses are kissed by birds of height,
Chateau Inn looks at the grave laurel and blueberry gay, 
Hushed roads are dusted with sugar in the sun`s hands.
In Paradise, rivers flow under Blueberry Month` sight.

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2012

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Masquerade

Masquerade 
Hide your emotions in a clever disguise,
Hang above like an angel of protection,
Save those exuberant kaleidoscope eyes,

Words of joy prevent a treacherous demise,
Of a soul once tortured filled with infection,
Hide your emotions in a clever disguise,

Jokes with laughter that will light up the dark skies,
Music that’s sweeter than any confection,
Save those exuberant kaleidoscope eyes,

Ravish in time together with constant surprise,
Hoping no one can sense a predilection,
Hide your emotions in a clever disguise,

Wash out all the sadness with smiles is wise,
The one in the mirror, a nice reflection,
Save those exuberant kaleidoscope eyes,

In the silence there is inaudible cries,
Push away those thoughts of deep complexion,
Hide your emotions in a clever disguise,
Save those exuberant kaleidoscope eyes

Copyright © Laura Trachtenberg | Year Posted 2015

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Portrait of Handsome in his Youth

Euginia Liapich
Any poem/Any form - for new poets of soup. 
November 26,2013

Well-powered ideals flowing free
Your Existential ,Passionate search for Truth
While wallowing in Unacessible Grief

It being usage rather than TB
Consumption, over-consuming to consume
Well-powered ideals flowing free

On Reminiscence of a Family tree
Upon your life in the Genetic Doom
While wallowing in Unacessible Grief

Upon exploring your Artisitic Streak
On cultivating your Poetic Bloom
Well-powered ideals flowing free

Did you for once the future nor Predict
And living with Your unwarranted Gloom
While wallowing in Unacessible Grief

Priorities changes Ideals not as Chief
By moral fall I was overconsumed
Well-powered ideals flowing free
While wallowing in Unacessible Grief

Copyright © Euginia Liapich | Year Posted 2013

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Heart-shaped Pillow

a villanelle


Who has fallen in love with the couch?
Who remembers the days of sweet romance?
Maybe Miss Piggy and Oscar the Grouch.

Hub spends much time napping, as I can vouch, 
more than with me.  A date night?  fat chance.
Who has fallen in love with the couch?

I think he loves me;  if I ask, it’s ouch - 
he cannot believe I’d ask in askance.
Yes, I’m Miss Piggy; he’s Oscar the Grouch.

I spend much time nagging him not to slouch.
In public, we smile, hold hands, and dance,
but he’s fallen in love with the couch.

There’s a secret valentine at our house
this February; I know in advance.
Gift for Miss Piggy "from" Oscar the Grouch.

A heart-shaped pillow, a kind of a pouch
to hold my dreams as he snores in a trance.
Now who has fallen in love with the couch?
Miss Piggy who loves her Oscar the Grouch. 


written 5 February 2016

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2016

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Villanelle For Tomorrow: An ELJ Poem

Villanelle For Tomorrow: An ELJ Poem


The weaver of our destiny
Plies shuttle at her threaded loom:
She weaves a fragile dream for me.

Its fabric hints of prophecy;
Clairvoyant, she sees through our gloom—
The weaver of our destiny—

A world in which no jealousy
Nor greed nor power may yet find room;
She weaves a fragile dream for me.

She visions larger history
Where nuclear fission spells no doom—
The weaver of our destiny.

Among mankind with probity
The flower of racial love will bloom—
She weaves a fragile dream for me.

With plausible identity
Throughout the dream there moves a Form;
The weaver of our destiny
She weaves a fragile dream for me.

Ethyl L. Jordan

Copyright © Richard Jordan | Year Posted 2015

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The Coming

I come to learn, and make my coming prompt.
I feel my intellect in what I cannot understand.
I know by going where my heart and intelligence leads me.

We learn by doing. What activity is there to be started?
I hear myself jumping from eye to eye.
I come to learn, and make my coming prompt.

Of those helping me, who are you?
May God bless the Helpers! I shall give back to you,
And know by going where my heart and intelligence lead me.

A Letter is written on a Page; but who in the world may know what’s next?
The author goes on an imaginary dream come true;
I come to learn, and make my coming prompt.

Fate leads us into a whole world of unknown
For all who know, so don’t be afraid,
And, exceptionally, know by going where the heart and intelligence lead.

This dream supports me in a lovely manner. I must believe!
What goes around comes around. And is waiting.
I come to learn, and make my coming prompt.
I know by going where my heart and intelligence lead me.



Copyright © Alan Grinberg | Year Posted 2005

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You Are My Dream - For Mary

You are my dream of such priceless delight,
in my heart you do dance every day,
filling my core with a light shining bright.

You are the beauty that shines in my night,
come walk with me along our golden way,
you are my dream of such priceless delight.

I run my fingers through your auburn light,
now together we do follow love’s ray,
filling my core with a light shining bright.

Now come the morning our dream we requite,
as i know in your heart i want to stay,
you are my dream of such priceless delight.

In my arms you you are a beautiful sight,
i know your love i shall never betray,
filling my core with a light shining bright.

Here in my arms i see my dream sublime,
you are my dream of such priceless delight,
together with you we stand for all time,
filling my core with a light shining bright.

(For My Beautiful Brown Eyes Series.)

Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016

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Distant things

I strive to reach  my distant horizons
my dreams, my ambitions to reconcile  
my hopes shine like diamonds tantalizing.

No mirage, just a far flung fantasy 
One step will start me on this journey
I strive to reach my distant horizons.

I start this journey with an heart's desire 
With destiny my trusted guide 
My hopes shine like diamonds tantalizing.

As I teeter on the edge of my journeys dawning
balancing my hopes on fates fickle scales
I strive to reach my distant horizons.

So let this day be the start of my journey
and little by little my dreams develop 
my hopes shine like diamonds tantalizing.

My perspiration achieves my inspirations goal 
and all because of my  over riding dedication 
I strive to reach my distant horizons
my hopes shine like diamonds tantalizing

comp entry 10/06/2016

Copyright © stephen pennell | Year Posted 2016

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The Celtic Rose - For Martina

I see the beauty of my Celtic rose,
she always stands at the heart of my light,
on my heart the light of her love she now shows.

In our dreams my desires she ever knows,
they are always the same, they shine so bright,
i see the beauty of my Celtic rose.

We shall ever now go where the wind blows,
carrying us far from anyone’s sight,
on my heart the light of her love she now shows.

The river of her Celtic fire it now flows,
merging with her love, she is a great delight,
i see the beauty of my Celtic rose.

In her dear life, whomever she betroves,
i shall smile down from my paradise above,
on my heart the light of her love she now shows.

Within the glorious love of our night,
i see the beauty of my Celtic rose.
I smile when i see your glory shine so bright,
on my heart the light of her love she now shows.


(The Celtic Rose Series.)

Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016