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
On a desolate splendor of this autumn night
We listen to the serene call of the gleaming moonlight
Deciduous trees stand tall to acclaim its magnificence
Conducting the melodious whispers of the cold and gentle wind
As each golden neon foliage shimmers and pirouettes on view
You hold me tight as I hold you, too
For this autumn night will rise the citadel of love…just me and you
Sept. 8,2014 11.15pm
Contest: One Autumn Night (in just 7 lines)
Sponsor: All time most fave/greatest poet, Linda
Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2014
Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head
Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much
I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care
I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012
Birds doth fly above the sky,
flowers fair and nigh;
as the sun comes shining by,
wet white sand to dry.
Soft the breeze from gentlest seas,
sweetly strums guitar;
lassie sings of love and sees
sailor from afar.
HAVE YOU TRIED A 7/5 TROCHEE - POETRY CONTEST
SPONSOR : ANDREA DIETRICH
19 April 2015
Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015
A Diamond's Remnants
beneath a full moon
their kiss in winter’s first snow. . .
her soft eyes glowing
her delighted gasp
as he opens the ring case. . .
the night sky sparkles
the months since she died
he wakes sometimes to dreams of
diamonds in her eyes
in dementia’s fog
the snow, the sky and her eyes. . .
a diamond's remnants
Written 12/28/13 by Andrea Dietrich
(I am using the title Diamonds in the Snow to fulfill a rule of the contest,
but the real title would be A Diamond's Remnants)
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
Your sweet nectar
wraps around my senses
like jungle vines
steady drums beating
Your heart near mine
Your strong hands
hold me suspended
by my waist
Just enough pain and strength
against my supple skin
For my taste
The musk of your
sculpted body and the forest
has me going wild
But yet, the tender way you
protect me, reminds me of
Being a child
A safe familiarity
with a strain of animalistic
Your invisible hold over me
leaves me arrow poisoned
Unable to function
My long dark hair wraps you
with smells of coconut and ocean Sun
your locks full of mud and enemies
together, my warrior
We make One
Copyright © Heather Hill | Year Posted 2010
The sweet songs of birds,
We hand in hand across the
Pansies white yellow and violet
Tossing their heads in the
Somewhere the sound of falling
The sound of squirrel cracking
Calm weather warm sun,
White fluffy clouds forming
A passenger flight in the blue
Sun born in the horizon and
about to fade in the horizon,
Both our heartbeats echo
inside of chest,
Shutting and opening of our
Your unkempt hair flying
Yellowish west sky.
Heart shaped fig leaf's shadow.
If I could stop this world from
I would do so,
Just to be with you
In this autumn evening.
Copyright © Kiran Bantawa | Year Posted 2013
The dark clouds threatened rain in the late evening sky.
They decided to take an umbrella in order to stay dry.
Their happiness was evident on each others face.
As they eagerly tucked an arm around each others waist.
Their conversation was easy as they matched each others stride.
Their eyes lit with glee from the love they felt inside.
They smiled at each other as the summer rain began to fall.
No where on earth they rather be, a special glance said it all.
They stopped upon a bridge as lightening streaked the sky.
Thunder rumbling loudly made the girl hug tighter her guy.
The rain falling heavily now dancing in the river below.
They shared a tender kiss, neither afraid to let their feelings show.
The summer rainstorm suddenly ended as quickly as it began.
In time for an amazing sunset, the first shared by this woman and man.
A smiling mother nature must have thought what else could she bestow.
For in the sky a crescent moon appeared and a spectacular rainbow.
They both knew that this shared experience was a rare one indeed.
Both realizing their love is magical and that they better take heed.
To let a special love like theirs slip away would be such a crime.
For true love is precious and comes around only once in a lifetime.
`Let us forever continue this "Walk of Love".
*A true story
Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2011
He is above us in the clouds
run through the fields and speak of thee
He will grow roses
I will be the stem of the roses
for I shall never leave your soil
You will be the tree I grow beneath
and he will be our rain.
Copyright © Andrea M Christian | Year Posted 2010
She sent me a message while I was walking Mr. Reilly,
She said “Look up, and tell me what you see.”
I thought I would impress her with my poetical ways so I answered,
Bus zooming by…
Brown leaves on the sidewalk ahead,
And a shadowy figure that Reilly and I will soon pass,
The smell of the Indian bakery warming my insides on an autumn evening.
“I love fresh bread,” she said, “What do you hear?”
Crisp slate grey sky,
And the wind gently shaking loose more tan and brown leaves,
And cars sliding by,
Each with its unique sound of tires on asphalt,
Creating its own steady hush.
She then messaged, “You’re very good at this,
I’m going to read that again!”
but I went on…
A few drops of cool rain,
The rain here, even when it’s pouring,
Seems to be made of a lighter liquid.
It’s not the hard thick drops of a West Texas down pour,
And it’s almost disappointing when
I don’t have the residual layer of dirt on my windshield after the rain,
They say there is thunder in the springtime,
But I suspect they don’t know what real thunder is,
Here in California.
In the West Texas springtime,
When entire sky is filled with all the mountains,
That are missing from the landscape,
You can feel the power and,
The threatening posture of the storm,
But you take up the challenge and face the lightning,
And it fills you with excitement,
And if you have a lover,
It is during these storms that your fantasies come true.
Silver flashes across your lover’s skin,
Passion filled faces caught in the strobe of lightning,
And the pounding rain beating on the windows.
The mix of cold wet air,
And the sweaty heat of deep kisses and breath.
They don’t know what they’re missing here,
But I do,
And maybe someday I’ll have her.
Michael F. Lewis
Copyright © Michael F Lewis | Year Posted 2012
"Ensnare My Heart"
By M. Taha Effendi
O beautiful maiden of my captive heart,
Are you not the lone bard's pompous muse?
With allure that inspired the divine art,
Heavens' hand made you with such delicate use,
What sweet circumstance upon me befalls,
My heart the endearing perfidy has plotted,
Entombed in my bosom, it beats to your calls,
Loves beyond reason the heart besotted,
Let my soul swoon at your eternal beauty awhile,
Mesmerize by sheer fineness of your chiseled cheek,
Beguile by crimson roses that adorn your seraphic smile,
Savor in you the beauty of which poets speak,
Your eyes are gleaming lagoons of preserved vintage,
Shades the cerulean ocean from their depths did lease,
The jealous eye of heaven envies your radiant visage,
The blushing moon embarrassed cowers beneath the seas,
Would you shelter me in your silken veil perchance?
That imbue elation in those who wander in its shade,
And sways to cadence of zephyrs in an eternal dance,
To invoke dark urges of soul with a sublime serenade,
Copyright © Mohammad Taha Effendi | Year Posted 2011
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 | Year Posted 2012
Sultry summer night;
stars are winking at the moon.
As I gaze at you,
ocean’s tide rolls in. . . . We kiss.
Stars now wink at us! What bliss.
For Brian Strand's
FOURS AND FIVES single poem of 4 or 5 lines,
any form or theme Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011
Warm hands seek out each other in Maui's gloaming skies atop Haleakala.
Platinum clouds gather, slightly shrouding dawn's shy arrival.
Forehead to forehead, soft breaths, sharing butterfly kisses as lilac
skies morph into cerise hues reflected on blushing cheeks.
Heartbeats increase, anticipating dawn's brilliant appearance.
Her back to his chest, cradled in his arms, his warm lips on her fragrant neck.
Excitement builds, a sliver of dawn's tangerine eye makes a coy emergence
winking, as if she's aware romance is blooming with her divine approach.
Slowly she gathers her satin robes of scarlet and gold in an elegant display,
as enraptured eyes enjoy glorious hues, dawn dances in sparkling irises.
A couple wrapped in colors tenderly share love's first kiss in paradise.
As dawn ascends, her light erases charcoal shadows on emerald valleys and
on a cerulean sea mirroring the sky, now blooming in symbiotic ivory clouds.
Sponsor Silent One
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2016
The afternoon outlined. The sunny strokes
of a samurai blade on her body
revealing things the eyes feign see.
Tempted, wounded, the virgin parchment floats
between her skin and satin cloak.
Artist; afternoon, craving company
draws her inside-out so innocently,
on purpose leaves the yolk indwelling.
The painter in the corner moans,
he jealous of the afternoons artly
Improving skin, bare olive tones
of subtle pastel, the moment partly lost
to the constellations.
Copyright © Jim Marshal | Year Posted 2010
Sifting warm sand
through my fingers,
shimmering fine grains
glitter my palm.
filled with life’s memories
of nut brown days
A soft silk breeze
with our dreams
when we danced to the stars.
My heart laced yours
listening to the sea
undulating waves of emotion
as we kissed
on the velvet strand.
I still hear
the rhythm of the ocean.
Waves tumbling in unison,
a sweeping sound
as we lay silently
listening to sand
shifting over stone
to the faint chiming
My first love
a sea salted embrace
on a breast of sand.
in the sand
in glitter on my hand.
Copyright © Eiken Laan | Year Posted 2011
Extraordinary, I am
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding the gift I shouldn't fought
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
The food of my soul
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart
Copyright © Katrina Salem | Year Posted 2012
It is the pure mystery of amethyst
that inhabits my world
It glows in dawn light along
Cool, enticing it embraces my soul
Adds those fresh dimensions to trees
in rain-swept meadows.
Everywhere, I see its shades repeat –
in the marbling of shells -sheen on a bird’s wing-
veins in a rock - flower petals -
I wrap myself each morning in its lighter shades-
cool, lavender chiffon, and you come to me
the magic of amethyst in your kiss.
For Frank Herrera's Color Contest
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013
"A woodland path in the dappled sun hushed and quiet"
As creamy blue cloud rests on tall tender trees
Peeps of early morning sun still awakes dossing greens
Dull dews are yet to vanish from their sheltering leaves
Silences of monastery still arrest woodland paradise
The songbirds are yet to reveal songs schedule of the day
The echoing breath of nature
Still nurture patient under slumber's custody
Only four naked legs print love on woodland moldered leaves
A perfect sanctuary for lucky cupid and Venus
As calming breezy strokes of nature
Lull perfectly braided hairs
Affection breathes rhythm to drumming tongues
Sweeping feelings conquer trembling flesh
As lips gently explore one another
Keen tender arms stroll awaiting avenues
As soft sweet moans arouse jealousy among woodland beings
'I love you' falls from ecstasy driven tongues
A perfect world is created by conjoined spirits
Where comfort nourish mind and soul
It's now evening
As weary sun leisurely walks home
A head still rests on sweeter-than-mattress subtle laps
Author: Joseph Osita
For Constance Rambling poet's contest: "Woodland Path"
Copyright © Joseph Osita | Year Posted 2011
Within Spring's timely and gentle fold,
she blossomed eloquently for all to see,
Tales of her epic, great beauty thus told,
of a flower blossom awaiting its honey-bee.
Meadows cried out and adored her sweet name
grace in glory, of her they did proclaim.
Sunny days sought to rival her soft allure
and gentle clouds her heavenly flight.
Womanhood, in her big heart so very pure
that full moon envied her touch at night!
Moonlight sought out her beautiful face,
to lavish its gleams upon her every trace.
Moonlight Queen she be,
stares to dawn with stardust need,
Speckled and bright her hope breathes the night
she of night-wind allure
Could there be softer steps for love to walk?
Mountains moan 'neath her call?
Such silver Goddess, sweet kisses to dawn
wild with starry-winks, how she must sing! ----
Glazed as newborn dreams,
Galaxy after galaxy call her name:
They've come to patron her lovely,
(we) in our watching world, gaze her night-wind allure
Collaboration of Robert Lindley (first 12 lines)
and Keith O.J. Hunt (last 12 lines)
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2015
The dark wood is breathing blue,
and sense do I the sweet sound
of larks and their legendary love,
and sweeter scents still do I
drink of Apollo's bidding,
'neath forest roof and billowed sky,
Lithaniel upon her woody heights
Aloft 'neath crest of moons,
and a yawning lake of crimson trim,
wedded and blushing,
To sunsets red as soft sylph lips,
and dawns to dream of her beauty;
easy solace stretched out in all her glory
Many times have I entered her house
guilty of lesser climes,
drunk with evil;
Yet for the unfailing footpaths
winding with lilac copses,
' et le gentil colline'
sobered a fool and his silent darkness,
tamed to truth at last
No joys for my labors,
nor dull love gives me pleasure
with her arms empty to another,
a 'new' perfume to rouse envy;
Lithaniel's decor of sheen forests
and rolling solitude remind of her;
my hands touch leaf and wind,
yet not she....
Her soul in the shadow of all things,
her sweet breath in the waves of fields
and birds in flight grin of loss -----
such sorrow to grieve her while she lives!
Never could I have her always
as sure as my sight does see
beauty arrayed and stretching to lime seas;
love must go its way....
hazel-eyed with tears....
No pain could I hold her still,
us now too wild with death ----
kisses gray with ancient love,
her hand cold and unmet
Lithaniel I must leave,
as her ----
as she of old loves,
dreaming in the woods....
yet I dared to ask her,
many a memory past
' Come, walk with me once more? '
Once more we walked Lithaniel's
summer purge, cruel to a point
with bright hope at noon;
Children, and mothers and fathers ----
and a white and black swan
leaning still as two in swanny kiss;
Some new love is more the day,
fresh as spring rain,
the sun seldom takes leave
blinded by old clouds, but clear to smile
as a baby's glee;
We have wandered too far.....
there is no soul to each,
no soft peck and tickled whisper....
The world glows as some planet-god
Though I held her for a time,
in some strange wind,
she is gone -----
forever walking the setting sun
And Lithaniel weary with sleep
(the company of moons I keep)
Keeper of the elder love,
to soft shadows and sleep
(night shall be my gracious host)
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014
A prickle about to lodge
In the heart of a Mighty Light
Above the low-dipped setting sun
The Knightly Night prepares to come
To lift me like a rising fog
Up to greet the countless stars -
That twinkle at a Sun's descent.
The horizon painted with lullaby
Of colours and their somber tune
Day's bed is laid behind blue mountains
And quietly it goes to sleep.
Inside the womb of a Sleeping Day
Begins a fierce protest
of dreaming thoughts
Now stirred awake.
Then out of the thick and cluster
And whatever dangers of flight await
Newborn wings of thought emerge
And rise and rise and rise
Captured by the winds of Night -
To wander heights
To kiss the skies
To dance to the gentle humming
Of spirit drums -
A duet with the breeze.
So when day comes breaking through
Dawn is greeted by what was writ
At the festival of it's eve.
With merriment's ink:
A song etched deep:
Art carved out of sky.
Title: Night Poem
Copyright © Camille Casserly | Year Posted 2012
In four days from today
I wish you well as you go, and you shall walk again
Through the shadow of the day
Where memory forever my spirit keep in chain
And you shall inhale once more
Jasmines naked and dancing to the silver moon
Or hear whispering for sure
The tides that salt us that unwrinkled June
And I shall be far away
Praying as I always pray, waiting your return
To mend broken gaps of day
While among the yellow leaves I walk and yearn
Do not forget me, dearest
Do not with moon or river wander far away
But on pillow of your breast
Give me my rest, give me my hope to play
For bird songs there I know rise
Like angels vestal choir, or sirens seductive song
May bring the heart new surprise
Against all witchery there, keep your love strong
Walk by lignum vitae bloom
Cradle the blue mountain misty morning shape
Tremble at its thunder boom
And toss your cares across the bright sunlit landscape
There is healing in that place
A certain balm, and invigorating freedom there
An edible sense of grace
So delicious to those who walk with feet bare
Like children before the change
And yet for all the beauty and the music I keep
Another memory strange
The place where in my arms a princess fell asleep
The place where your kiss became
The elixir for which kings and heroes search and died
Where first the stag was made tame
No other beauty there may so my joy provide.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2010
Take my soul—once more,
Forget me not, as daisies trodden on
Which on the hill is found.
I am a weary way-worn traveler,
Onward bound to my native shore,
Desperate seas I roam alone,
Waves of clouds I chase away,
Island mist upon my face,
Let us meet—once more.
Grasp love’s newest breath,
Say you love me true,
Warm and freely I give to you,
My soul to hold—once more.
Copyright © kathleen stevens | Year Posted 2012
With the back drop of the moon
Against the bright lit starry sky
A solitary tree stands silent
Let me tell you the reason why
Below its curled like branches
A couple, hold each other close
For it's in this romantic setting
That nature bows and knows
The grasses even whisper
As the winds whistle through
As if swaying to the tune of their hearts
If only the couple knew
The stars take turns to glisten
As the moon shines at different beats
Even the water ripples harmoniously
All around is natures treat
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009
I am the rain…
Squeezed out of dark clouds of experience
Thundering, booming, pounding down
Falling, pouring, crashing down
You love me
You hate me
You hide from me
You dance in me
You want me to stay
You want to drive me away
I am the rain…
I drench you
I soak you
I make you scream
I tease you
I please you
I make you dream
Bathe your body
Saturate your soul
Flood your heart
Seep into your mind
I have wet healing
In my droplets of hope, life, and love
I am the gentle rain
I am the angry rain
I am the soothing rain
I am the seething rain
I am the joyful rain
I am the mournful rain
I am the rain
I am the rain
You are the sun!
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2012
Longing for heart-quiet
in the inevitable fall
into Winter’s short days of sun
forwarding to Spring’s
longer days — a circling back
in the sameness of time.
with no respite. A longing to quiet
those thoughts playing back
battle after battle. The awful
repetition. Mind and life wasting.
And, in the darkest season,
the conviction that the sun
will only half-rise in this lifetime
of mine. Feeling that sting
as from a bee’s disquiet
of green slumber. Swelling to a fault,
every damned day. Slamming me back,
season upon season. Holding me back.
Chilling me with doubt that sun-
shine can overcome rainfall
and that, invariably, given time,
better times will come and quietly
advance into Spring. Fast forward, past Spring
to Summer, and onto Fall springing
back to Winter, and round again. Flashbacks
ever more glaring under the sun, then, quite
out of the blue — a glance, a nod. Overrun
with fluttering, my heart paces in time
with fledging love’s free-fall.
And, with the passing of another Fall,
Winter heralds in the sweetest of Springs:
daffodils and Easter bonnets — a lifetime
of celebration ahead, no looking back.
Past risk and reason, I bask in the sun
that is love’s shine. Rain or shine, quiet
in the peace of it all, Fall after Fall, back
to Winter, Spring, Summer. Quiet as a Spring sun
bursting through clouds. Love, for all time, requited.
Copyright © Ruth Sabath Rosenthal | Year Posted 2014
pink and red blossoms
a symbol of love
sun shines on faces
turned pink from blustery wind
cold hands and warm hearts
on Valentine's Day
true love and long stemmed roses
... how long will they last?
~~~~ 06/02/2013 ~~~~
fro P.D.'s "double haiku and questionku" contest
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2013
Oh winds upon the starry night
Hum sweet a song for me
A delicate song in the mistless light
On the emerald sparkling sea.
Pluck now that ripe old sadness
That bitter tune of despair
Drift me upon the fields of gladness
By the budding tree most fair.
Which by the bubbling crystal fountain
Would await to hold your tender hands
That ascends to the lulling mountain
And on the gentle breast of verdant lands.
Where neither haunt nor woe does creep
From your comely songs in moonlight
And before my lover is fast asleep
Please blow her a kiss goodnight.
Copyright © Mustapha Mohammed | Year Posted 2013
My sweetness to you alone will I sing Tenderly of the lovely things you are Heavenly star you are brightest by far Lonely nights with nothing under my wing My gentleman caller this song does bring A pedestal so high can you reach afar As I have heard many a shooting star Lonely nights no music upon my strings Nightly courtship becomes a loving duel Is it death do us part or just apart As one has wings to fly to a jewel One is able to play but has head start Ignited within the fire and fuel The night music becomes one beating heart
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2015