I'm leaving now, but here is a reminder
'Twill bring to you the days we walked through rain
So when you wish to feel my hand in yours
Or stroke your dripping hair-- Then kiss the rain
Though leaving now, I wish I could be with you
So when you feel o'erwhelmed with grief or pain
And long for my caress upon your face,
The rain will touch instead-- So kiss the rain
Whenever you have tho'ts of this sad parting
And salty tears your lovely cheeks do stain
To feel the tears for you I'll surely have
Do this, and I will too-- Go kiss the rain
Whenever you are longing for my presence
And times that we went strolling down the lane
I'll whisper soft endearments on the breeze
So heed the sighing wind-- And kiss the rain
If ever you should pine to hear me speaking
The thunder might burst forth with glorious main*
While drops that fall are sure to be my tears,
To feel them wet your skin-- Just kiss the rain
* Power or Force
My fingertips lightly travel
down these worn piano keys,
the memories now unravel
as I hear your favorite melodies.
I reminisce within my writing
about a time that used to be,
when your arms were so inviting
and they would hold only me.
The quiet whispers on the breeze
the first kisses that were soft,
we sat underneath the willow trees,
as my heart then sailed aloft.
I can still smell the roses, red
their petals pressed upon the page,
where your old promises lie dead
they have not withered with age.
I am daydreaming of the past
when our love seemed to be true,
a relationship that will not last
but, back then we never knew.
Isaiah Zerbst's contest - "A Daydream"
Based on the painting. "A Daydream" by Sir Edward John Poynter
"Playing With Fire"
The heat of the fireplace
enhances the spark,
we know our love
will not fade in the dark.
We kissed amongst
your presence alone
brightened my midnight.
Nothing can extinguish
your warming touch,
a lasting impression
that meant so much.
Bound to be burned
As we played with fire,
we could not resist
and gave in to desire.
This kind of scorch
I was lucky to find,
and neither of us
ever seemed to mind.
We were both engulfed
by passion's flame,
and we only have
each other to blame.
November, 20th, 2013
My heart is set in love for thee
I sha'nt be satisfied
Until thou come along with me
The swells of life to ride
My heart is set upon thy face
So lovely, so sublime
Could I but drink thy charming grace
'Twould end my earthly time
My heart is fixed on that of thee
I find it ever true
I would thy servant gladly be
If serve I could for you
My heart is fixed upon thy voice
With silver tones and clear
To hear it oft would be my choice
Throughout my ev'ry year
My heart is set upon thy smile
Upon thy sparkling eyes
For thee I'd walk the extra mile
And comfort all thy sighs
In all, my heart is wholly placed
Within thy tender hands
To hold or break as well thou say'st
Upon life's shifting sands
~ 184.108.40.206 metre- ABAB rhyme- Iambic rhythm ~
O love, my love…where in this lonesome hour
Can my heart with sweet abandon find you there?
If chance upon the wind, you do float as lotus flower
Would on my earthen bed you gladly fare?
I am your silent lover…though cloaked in gentile guise
With lips, mine own affection would I treat you
And in the twilight’s gloaming your embrace there would I prize
If fate would look away while there I greet you.
O suitors, I commend thy will to win her proffered hand
While exile finds me close enough to see
Yet mark this, would be lovers, her hand there you may find
But her gentle heart was offered first to me.
~Christopher Thor Britt
I beg him for a kiss
As he heads out to the door
I’m crushed by his response
“We’re not teens anymore
It’s been twenty years
Why don’t you act your age?”
And I’m left to wonder
Am I a fool or sage?
Does romance have a life span?
Does it vanish with passing years?
Am I a hopeless fool
For romance to flow in tears?
Does romance touch a heart
Only once or twice through life?
Is it only a welcomed guest
When you’re a young and pretty wife?
Then I must be a fool
For romance is the air
It’s in the pretty flowers
Oh, I see it everywhere
It’s when I look around me
And revel in nature’s hue
It’s when my heart will burst
When making love so true
I am simply dipped in romance
From my head down to my toes
It rains down from the sky
When I point up the garden hose
It whispers in the wind
That flirts with me at night
It’s in the flickering glow
That lights up a love filled night
I breathe in romance daily
From scented candles in my room
It’s in each line of the books
That make me sigh and swoon
He says I overdo it
And it just makes my heart bleed
Romance is what I thrive on
It’s an ever present need
I guess I’m just a fool
For romance fills my head
But take that away from me
And I might as well be dead.
For Kim Morrison's Contest
May 23, 2013
There you speak an unspoken word
within the laughs and the cries,
and I hear what goes unheard
deep in your ever-bright eyes.
When I notice you winking
there are no hidden lies,
I know what you are thinking
deep in those ever-bright eyes.
When you look right into mine,
so warmly, like the sun's rise,
I can feel them brighter shine
deep in my ever-bright eyes.
Our hearts are forever contained
in a part of us that never dies,
the soul has always remained,
deep in our ever-bright eyes.
A true-love gone to tears,
As lost-love came to be.
Sandy writes her heart out,
Through her love of poetry.
Her ex and her children,
Moved to a different state.
When left all alone it caused,
Her aching heart to break.
With a flood of memories,
Of the past and all its’ hurts.
She embedded all her pain,
In the stanzas of her work.
Her heart channeled through,
The writings of her pen.
Describing the life of love,
That she was living in.
She had found true-love,
But the love did not last.
Sandy Schermerhorn loves,
Writing the romantic past.
Dedicated to Sandy Shermerhorn,
for her constant support and her
love of romantic poetry.
it loudly and
l`m a miss
and l miss
you inside out
I miss you like
bees really miss
water for my thirst
food for my hunger
scratch for my itch
want to take
to you like
duck to water
you draw me
to you like
moth to light
you are my cake
my cup of goodies
my hot ice-cream
at night my moon
daytime my sun
your love my light
take a seat
I sold that heater
for your heat
you bathe in milk
l bask in your presence
a sublime quench
what she did not
say is that we`re close
strangers on the net!
Was it all a sweet dream or just reality?,
I sit and ponder that very thought,
During the daylight and in the nighttime,
Wondering, were we ever there or not?
A crescent moon smiled down on me,
Shedding it's white light upon the ground,
I sat amongst the petals, waiting patiently,
And it was there, that me, you found.
Lavender flower petals I did pluck,
As I was seated atop the green hillside,
Does he love me, or does he not?,
My love for you, I could not hide.
I only saw you as a dark silhouette,
A shadow that walked upon the ground,
Among silver stars and a midnight sky,
Your gentle voice was the only sound.
My darkened silhouette was no longer alone,
While yellow fireflies around me dance,
When you came to join me atop that hill,
In the meadow's softly illuminated romance.
I was embraced within your arms,
As your most tender kiss met mine,
On that one warm summer's night,
When our kindred spirits did entwine.
So sad was I when the time came to part,
As the rising sun shined golden upon my hair,
Although, what a beautiful dream it was,
When I awoke and found you there.