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Wept Beneath A Tree

So sure of love and all that it can be
This kiss to celebrate the moment met 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree

There all the world if only eyes could see
Was placed there at their feet without regret
So sure of love and all that it can be

Their promises exchanged so preciously
That even passing clouds became beset 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree

Secure in trust they let their hearts fly free
Unknowing that the clouds weren’t finished yet 
So sure of love and all that it can be

Love’s passions grew and joined the cloudy spree
Into this torrent destiny was set 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree

And with each storm they loved more carefully
Their memories will not let them forget 
So sure of love and all that it can be 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree

Copyright © Martin Kloess

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A Kiss Goodnight


Oh, how the wind's song gives a kiss goodnight!
Gentle breezes in my face leave me weak.
Whistling words of love hold me 'til dawn's light...

Summer winds soften starry skies once bright.
I climb rustling trees. Love, windblown, I seek.
Oh, how the wind's song gives a kiss goodnight!

Love's worth the battle. Through gusts, I shall fight!
Tho' whispering winds bring love soft and meek.
Whistling, words of love hold me 'til dawn's light...

Come forth again! The silence is my plight.
In the wind's absence, tomorrow seems bleak.
Oh, how the wind's song gives a kiss goodnight! 

Gentle breezes raise romance to new height.
The warm southwinds soothe. Enamoured, I speak.
Whistling words of love, hold me 'til dawn's light...

Stay, my dear friend, you lift me like a kite.
Carry my soul higher than mountain peaks.
Oh, how the wind's song gives a kiss goodnight...
Whistling words of love, hold me 'til dawn's light!




Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

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Your Door

Once, I stood naked, sweet fool at your door.
A free spirit in chains, cold on my feet,
Aching  for answers, my back on your floor!

Words,you said, only complicate things more,
Yet secrets slipped while gripping the sheets.
Once,  I stood naked,sweet fool at your door.

Lips whispered I was unique to explore.
I blushed under the rhythm of your beat,
Aching for answers, my back on your floor!

Two hearts racing like never before,
On fire, you shook, writhing in my  heat!
Once, I stood naked, sweet fool at your door.

The love in your eyes was hell to ignore.
 As you were leaving our tears were discrete, 
Aching for answers, my back on your floor!

It's my fault you don'n sleep there anymore!
I knew better, still, I crept down your street.
Once, I stood naked, sweet fool at your door,
Aching for answers my back on your floor!

-Tiffany Dawn 2010

Copyright © Tiffany Ragsdale

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An Island Refuge


They climb to love's peak outlined in soft light,
as eager waves dance over muffled sighs -
their tropical song sways through balmy night.

An amorous kiss, each swoon at the sight
of a breathtaking moon sunken to spy.
They climb to love's peak outlined in soft light.

Bathed in silver tide, hearts pound without fright;
island breezes blow, bright stars blink on high -
their tropical song flows through balmy night.

A full moon flies free, descended from heights,
to impassion souls spread in wings of sky;
they climb to love's peak outlined in soft light.

Whispers in smooth sand, new music to write.
Down on bended knee; with joy, she'll reply.
Their tropical song flows through balmy night.

From romantic refuge, tomorrows invite
a bond eternal, no one can deny.
They climb to love's peak outlined in soft light;
their tropical song flows through balmy night.

For Shadow's Villanelle's and Terzanelle's Only Contest,
written 3/10/2012


Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

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Eruptions of Fire

They bring passion into their eyes of light Love that is brought from hearts along the way Romance entertains their souls through the night Life that has their lives intertwined by might Keeps their minds delight within bright of day They bring passion into their eyes of light Colors fill their hearts, enlightenment bright Timeless feelings jump, lust wavers away Romance entertains their souls through the night Love is inside themselves, soft palate sight Can’t curb their desires, they do what they may They bring passion into their eyes of light Fire erupts with passion beyond eyesight Hot embers burn with love right where they lay Romance entertains their souls through the night Their hearts so very real, soon will take flight Souls light up tonight as they’re in the hay They bring passion into their eyes of light Romance entertains their souls through the night
Russell Sivey Contest: ANY OLD POEM WILL DO Sponsor: SKAT A.C.E. 1/31/2013

Copyright © Russell Sivey

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The Flames Of Love

I feel the flames of love ignite, Burning me to my very core, As it blazes on into the night; Deep in my heart I know it’s right, I’ve never felt like this before; I feel the flames of love ignite; Sweat glistens in the fire light, And my senses tingle for what’s in store, As it blazes on into the night; Your kisses on my skin, alight; It leaves me begging for more and more, I feel the flames of love ignite; My passion drives me to my height, And in fervor we explore, As it blazes on into the night; We can’t hold back now anymore, In unison our bodies soar; I feel the flames of love ignite, As it blazes on into the night.
~ For Catie's Villanelle Me Contest~

Copyright © Tirzah Conway

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Passion's Embrace

In passion's embrace I lay
held tightly to my lover's chest
watching as the night turns to day

beams of sunshine light up the bay
as I play with my lover's vest
in passion's embrace I lay

In his hair my fingers do stray
his kiss lingering with love's zest
watching as the night turns to day

My laughter rings out oh so gay
as teasing he nips me in jest
in passion's embrace I lay

Now in my heart loves tunes do play
we dance my head against his chest
watching as the night turns to day

To the musical notes we sway
ever together in love's quest
in passion's embrace I lay
watching as the night turns to day

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton

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Shape Our Destiny

Shape our souls into our loving destiny.
Allow all of nature to shine selflessly.
Roll out; take it beyond infinity.
Passion explodes of angelic epiphany.
Bonded intensely, forever altruistically,
Shape our souls into our loving destiny.
Creating shared allure in coupled lucidity,
While delivering unified joy independently
Roll out; take it beyond infinity.
Prevailing to be triumphant elevate probability.
No survival with any loss, definitely,
Shape our souls into our loving destiny.
Breaching humankinds’ lonely dependency,
Divinity of our separate minds, held individually.
Roll out; take it beyond infinity.
Drive our senses into sensuality.
Leaving no moment to ensue sinfully,
Shape our souls into our loving destiny.
Roll out; take it beyond infinity.

Copyright © cecil hickman

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Crazy Woman

Crazy Woman Vilanelle


Do not tell her that romance is a lie; 

silver prince will come to save her from gloom- 

over her gray hair, white doves swiftly fly 

 

A true believer, she never asked why 

million roses died before they bloomed; 

do not tell her that romance is a lie 

 

she pretends she hasn't seen herself cry; 

recollecting her lost love, unresumed- 

over her gray hair, white doves swiftly fly 

 

Helium hope's flashing from the sky; 

stars reveal one's fate- or so she assumed- 

do not tell her that romance is a lie 

 

Cynics despise such dreams she lives by; 

time after time, tin loves end in tombs- 

over her gray hair, white doves swiftly fly 

 

Despite bitter facts she'd still love to try; 

waiting nervously in her frosty room- 

do not tell her that romance is a lie; 

over her gray hair, white doves swiftly fly.

Copyright © Green Leaf

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Our Twenty-Nine

Our Twenty-Nine
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd

You have been my darling for twenty-nine
Traveling state to state, place to place
My partner, my lover, my valentine.

We’ve had and held on in good times or bad
We’re not rich, nor poor, but our house is full
You have been my darling for twenty-nine.

You brought forth three children into our home
Two have moved away, one remains with us
My partner, my lover, my valentine.

Daring to believe we pursued the wind
We chased dreams, some saw light and some faded 
You have been my darling for twenty-nine.

Faith, hope, love, and adventure paved our path
The call to service has been our highway
My partner, my lover, my valentine.

We have known joy and we have known sorrow
But our journey has brought satisfaction
You have been my darling for twenty-nine
My partner, my lover, my valentine.

Copyright © Brent Cloyd

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Let Not Love Take Your Life and Soul

Let not love take your life and soul.
Love should be cherished with no martyr.
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.

One love may be forever, while another may troll.
This may trigger heartbreak, this would be harder,
Let not love take your life and soul.

These days they may think there is a better role.
Especially if they meet a so called charmer,
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.

You may be left without anyone to console.
Though you still have such gracious honor,
Let not love take your life and soul.

You may feel you are lost inside a hole.
You only have to look for new love to conquer.
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.

Take out your lonesomeness for a little stroll.
Forget the past, let not your hate harbor
Let not love take your life and soul.
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.

Copyright © cecil hickman