The weeping willow is outside you see
Even though it is beautiful it wasn't meant to be,
Our willow is huge and hangs to the ground
When the wind blows you hear it all around,
It's beauty is timeless and very much alive
But, on a sad note it is not wanting to survive,
It will be sad to see an empty space
Till the new tree we plant that will take its place,
The weeping willow will definitely be gone
I am sure late at night you will hear its song,
Weeping and crying for all of us to hear
Because after all the roots are left that will shed its tears.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2010
Copyright © Michelle Born
There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold.
This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .
This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .
It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .
money holds no value , Where you live , what you own, has no significance here .
You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you .
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use.
There is a place of beauty and Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .
Copyright © Shanity Rain
A-Z Latin and Common names of plants.
A is for Acanthus Mollis the Latin name but this does teach us
B is for the common name we know it as bears Breaches.
C is for Campanula some are short and some of them tower
D is for the common name the pretty blue Dalmatian Bellflower
E is for Erigeron a daisy like flower not keen on the rain
F is for its common name, a strange sounding Fleabane.
G is for Galtonia its nodding head like a bowing nymph
H is for the common name the snowdrop or summer Hyacinth.
I is for Imperata Ruba not so hardy let me tell you alas
J is for the common name It’s known as Japanese Blood Grass.
K is for Kniphoria Triangularis a tall flower when unfurled
L is for the common name the pretty Light of the World.
M is for Morus nigia a stately tree with hearts shaped leaves
N is not for the common name but NEEDS care when pruning as it bleeds
Oenothera biennis is for an ephemeral beauty a perfume delicate on the nose
P is for the common name, and we know it as the Evening Primrose.
Q is for Quercus Ruba a fast growing plant that looks tremendous against a wall
R is for the red leaves that this plant displays when in the fall
S is for Salvia greggii you will of heard of this I’ll will wage
T is for its common name we know it as a Texas Sage.
U is for Ugni a fruiting tree with leathery leaves that is second to none
V is for variety in fact in this tree there is only one.
W is for Wisteria that loves to ramble up wires and twist
X is for Xeranthemum the flowers are straw like and crisp
Y is for the Yucca plant a flowering beauty that last for weeks
Z is for Zantedeschia a lily, a variety of colours for you to seek.
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl
My mother an angel
Light shines upon her,
Brilliant and bright
Never ending source of might
Paving the way for her daughter,
So thankful I am able to see
Endless, endless, endless, love
God sent her from up above
Has my best interest at heart
How did she become so smart
Full of wisdom
Unable to pin point exactly how
My mom has that umth pow
Always puts rainbows in my clouds
My mom one in a million
The day I became yours is the day you became mine
Copyright © Alyssa Marie
Drink Fine Cherry Wine
Drink with me of fine cherry wine
So we can pledge our love's captive eyes,
Then we'll kiss upon this night of what is
And I'll not look upon what was never mine
Thy thirst of love doth upon your soul does rise,
Doth shall we drink tonight of love's divine
But for we'll be together for eternity of what life is,
I'll never change one moment for thine.
I will send you a beautiful red, red rosy petal
For you to press into a well-versed book,
As it will give you a desiring glimpse of hope
So we'll be together into a love of love's fine portal,
Then will kiss upon this night inside of a nook;
Thy thirst of our loves doth ring full slope
Of our intensifying kisses upon this night so fine
Then we'll drink more fine cherry wine.
Written: Oct. 26, 2014
Copyright © Eve T.M.
if time heals all wounds,?
my cure lies in patience,?
if sadness makes us stronger,?
sorrow lives as my acquaintance,
the sun rises slowly but has to set again too soon,
the sun brings us the light but is only shadowed by the moon,
the sun shows our imperfections, and the moon leaves them transparent,
but if i speak truth let me be a declarant,
true beauty shines through when under darkness, moon or sun,
your beauty stay true, equalled by none,
time will heal not being by your side,
and the sorrow will give me strength to be proud that i tried,
one day you will find a love much greater than I,
i just long for the chance to say that your mine.
Copyright © jack harris
A veil of smoke can tie a knot
Around each mote
I cannot mask the wind
Just like the mote cannot be tied and twinned
I am soaked in a dense haar
Blindly following the sound of the guitar
But in the day I have to face the dark
When you feel guilty and say ‘I lied’
Made efforts but cant stop the emotions of a misty-eyed
A glass covered with murk and steam
Give it heat, it will fly away flapping its invisible wings
Give it an ice rind, it will make the glass its domain in-situ
Like a diamond precious ring
This world is full of illusions
Every real thing is a fusion
Try to rub the haze of life
It will show you the existence of soul in your eyes
Copyright © Raarya Kuanr
I wish I could tell you, If only you could see
The things I tell you don't come from the real me
I wish I could say all the things I hold inside
But who would I be without a wall to hide?
To you I'm just an object, a thing that doesn't feel
When will you wake up an see my feelings are all real
They come from a place, a place you'll never go
A place from which I hide, a place i'll never show
I share it in my poems because I'm too damn weak
To walk right up to you, open my mouth and speak
I would wish on every shooting star or every penny that I find
But none of them will force me to say what's on my mind.
I know you're not a mind reader and I expect a lot
But I'm not asking you for anything that you're not
I guess I just need courage or a shoulder to cry
I just want my friend back, or the man I could rely
I want him to remember me for more than just my body
Because to be honest my personality isn't all that shoddy
What I'm really saying is, I don't actually want you
I want a guy who'll treat me just the way you used to.
Copyright © Phillipa Hopwood
Bitter by ; being mentally bruised and battered most of my life,
shaken with fright without a single soul to help me
through the troubles unseen horrors of the night,
from an evil source that I fear to strike.
But as the evil forces, who limited my choices
that when I found my stallion horses.
Swiftly it came to my head I can run and I cannot hide,
feeling the Beast closing in on every time I decide to hide.
Tired of running and tired of alluding this
relentless creep as my red bolt eyes weep
feeling rest-less, likes a lonely defeated warrior from his home in retreat
that is when I knew it time to rest, to release my Beast.
But in a fight, I may not win however as I cast out my dirty words sin
I made sure it felt my impact, to the bloody end.
by Keith Kadell
Copyright © Keith Relf
Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.
Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.
Copyright © Andrea Rose
You send bolts through my skin
something I was never to
accomplish with you, when I
saw you it's like my heart sank
to my stomach and I was in
shock my body still my body
heavy felt like when I moved I
was about to fall to my knees
you make me want to get
inside my brain pick you up and
take you out pick you one by
one like a flower because I do
love you and love you not.
Copyright © brittney lopez
So beautiful they are in their hearts soul and mind
Sweet laughter and logic they will never leave behind
Each one as unique as a precious gem
Of a special love that only they can give
Their minds on an endless flight
Will always soar high and out of sight
As the stars start to light the sky at night
and you see a star flash that has gone by
Remember the love that I give you
To my daughter and son who will always be one.
T Reams for my sweet daughter Amber and son in law Adam
Copyright © TAMMY REAMS
im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now
there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.
Copyright © pat roswell
When it falls on the ground
each drop does sound
Like little crystals falling
like the husks of the grains falling like rain
from a colossal windmill.
From the window pane ,
when you stare at a drop slipping down the glass
and the moment of shiver when you walk barefoot on the grass
when you are below the cloudy sky
and a tiny drop falls on your face.
when you look up , you find the pleasant rain.
when the forlorn children walk miles for water.
and if the rain arrives, hark! the voices of laughter.
how good does it feel to dance in the rain
and eat sweet sugar cane.
after a day full of swot and sweat
and sail paper boats in the pools left and get wet.
because rain gives happiness...
thank you God for putting this blessing upon our heads.
Copyright © Raarya Kuanr
oh the music of your tune,
Makes everything so immune,
Even it's a silence code,
Yet it's your best antidote.
You make the rainbow sings,
With every move you swings,
Could you be so that beautiful,
With hymns and beams so bountiful.
The bubbles of air you've made,
Determine your happiness in fate,
For your passionate is in the air,
Make one's serenity clear and dear.
The magnificent flows you've shown,
Took everyone's precious breath away,
Colorful enigma that looks beyond,
Shows your loves never betray.
Thousands of charisma you've run,
Reminds us life's meaning and the fun ,
Your mystic beauty just like the sun,
Always treasured even it's gone.
Copyright © Melanie Tan
i could sit here. day in and day out
thinking of the most proper way
to let the ink in the pen spill out
but as of late im feeling prehistoric
so much weight on my shoulders
and i dont know where to go
resuscitate my soul
look back up and head to the goal
so much evil around. i feel like the devils workin double shifts just to bring me down.
on the road to redemption
you can take a seat up in the front section
just so you can feel the emotions
in this electric notion
i've done a lot of things that hide the halo
let it all collaborate when i medicate
now look at me, mind workin like plato
formulate a new path to take so i can
maneuver through all the mistakes
we all know we cant change what we've already made
but we can change the next thing we create
startin to sound like a serenity prayer
5 steps till im thirty
and the twenty four before i was never a player
found out when the lights came back on im strictly a lover
its the strongest drink for your soul, when its thirsty
so careful how much you intake or be left hungover
even worse be the one she ran over
i dont mean to come off like im too deep
but the obstacles made there way through just to scrape through
and leave me suffocating
just for me to re-invent a new way to breathe, re-decorating
is your life so complicated
you rather wet up your pillows and revoke from the life you live
just think of your kids mourning
theyll never see that pretty face in the morning any more
cheer your self up
you got a lot to live for
your a gem and im that friend
trynna appraise the value
that you dont see inside of you
just another day for him
searchin wonderin what his purpose is
running in circles
till he found a way through all the turbulence
Copyright © pat roswell
To my valentine: though I am may not believe in the notion of dedicating one day to our love
I celebrate you each day. Let today be our Valentine and tomorrow be the eve of the celebration
Of our next day together. Let’s make a holiday of each morning and celebrate each afternoon so that we can embrace each night together. Let us mock the world by wearing a smile on our faces each time we speak, think and even dream of each other. I Wish to give you the world but let me conquer it first and sail with you to the moon for a Sunday picnic and then to the stars for the night just so we can clearly see the glory of the reflection of the light of the sun in your eyes in the morning.
I am crying as I write each word knowing how great I am failing to manifest the magnitude of your beauty in words so please accept my humble attempt. I wish I could give you FLOWERS for they resemble the sweet smell of your skin and also the timeless beauty you possess but they die too quickly in the eternal world that is ruled by your smile. Perhaps I should give you CHOCLATES that taste as good as your lips and fill my soul with tranquillity and the illusive satisfaction that am among the clouds after every kiss. But even chocolates end and leave behind the torment of addictive cravings. Let me give offer you my Mind that continues to wonder as it ponders in the thought of the endless beauty that has nothing to do with how you look. And my Heart that beats each pound to the sound of the divine melodies that sing aloud each time you speak. And also my soul that remains ever in a trance of admiration and disbelieve that my being could ever be so lucky to have you as my own. So lets make each moment as great as this and celebrate it with a smile seal it with a kiss to open it when we meet again to dwell in the glory of our love.
Copyright © john. M diketane
Copyright © Patricia L Graham
The first tear of joy
The first smile of life
The first words of thought
The first prayer to God
The glow upon their face
The lips that speak at Grace
The eyes of crystal glass
That see all in God's place
Look quickly, watch closely
For even in a glance
Carry it deeply and never forget
Know that there is Heaven in the face of every child.
T reams Dedicated to my sister: Leslie
Copyright © TAMMY REAMS
Did I not tell you, ‘Do not leave, for I am your friend’?
For in this mirage of nothingness I am the Fountainhead of Life!
Even if in anger you leave Me for a hundred thousand years,
in the end you will return, for I am your true Goal!
Did I not tell you, ‘Be not content with worldly form’?
For I am the fashioner of the tabernacle of your contentment!
Did I not tell you, ‘I am the Sea and you are but a single fish’?
Do not be tempted ashore, for I am your Crystal Sea!
Did I not tell you, ‘Do not fly like a bird to the snare’?
Come to Me, for I am the very Power of your flight!
Did I not tell you, ‘They will rob you and leave you numb with cold’?
But I am the Fire and the Warmth and Heat of your desire!
Did I not tell you, ‘They will taint your character,
until you forget that I am your Source of Purity’?
Did I not tell you, ‘Do not question how I direct your affairs’?
For I am the Creator without directions.
If you heart is a lamp, let it lead you to your true path.
And if you are godly, know that I am your Lord!’
Mevlana, Divan-i Shams, Ghazal 1725
Copyright © Can Yucel
I never chose the beaten path, I'ld walk on by then I'ld laugh. I always walked my own way, I still do to this day. I've lived a life with some regret, a little debt I have met. However all in all it seems, I am richer than I'ld dreamed, you see the wealth and the greed never brought me to my knees. For the love of life keeps me strong so much beauty all day long. I guess to some it may seem, I did things my way, I did indeed.
June 10, 2014
Copyright © Kimberly Miller
Glimpses of epiphany
Once, a long, long time ago
I was filled with cares and woe
I thought that I was going to die
And the fear of it, it made me cry
As life became a misery
Self-pity came enfolding me.
And then one day amidst the trees
Something did take on over me
The trees lit up like Christmas lights
Glistened silver, sparkling bright
And I fell beneath the mystery
My heart all filled with untold glee
A whisper seemed to fill my soul
The world seemed pure, and sweet, and whole
And I knew, I had no doubt at all
That everything is wonderful
And since that day a peace has been
Making my world so serene
20 July 2013 @ 1725hrs.
For the Glimpses of epiphany epiphany contest
Copyright © Peter Duggan
Bless'd beauty as sweet for loving,
Angelic design ever alluring,
Perfect creature of heavenly formation,
Like a starlight glowing.
Magnificent than a diamond shimmering
of profound radiance.
Intoxicating than a melody playing
too pure a fragrance.
Copyright © Elly sebaduka
Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day
Where she always loved to be at Una walked along the steady stream
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)
And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy
With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words
I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-
She became very happy and intrigued
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words
-I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith
There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion
So small and graceful like a gift from god above
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith
Copyright © Brian Otoole
I often ponder as I lay awake and let my mind wonder, what beauty realy is.
If it is truly only in the eye of the beholder? am I then blind when I hold her?
Embrace her and see infinate possibilities like trillion probabilities of us creating
Our own galaxies with the simple serinty of jst the sound of her voice.
If beauty does exists then surely it must be more than visual, like a complex
Machanical sphere that governs all that is tangible. What manner of beauty then
Lies in the air above us or ground below us or is it limited only to our comprehension?
If so then beauty must be all that I can see, for that is where my understanding reigns.
Oh but if it truly so then beauty is in no order and far too complex to define. Because
What is beauty to me is imperfection to u.
With that reasoning we find that beauty is unique to each man according to his own predetermined
Desires and createria of what he considers beauty so long before he saw u, he knew u were beautiful
Because u were exatctly what he considered beauty to be anything less is mare imperfection. How
Shallow we think and allow our eyes to percieve the world. I wonder is that why we are perhaps so quick to justify failure than to correct our errors?
But this I knw without a shed of a doubt...for if the is beauty in light then surely darkness must glow in its own light too.
Even moreso the surely must be beauty in sorrow as the is in laughter.
But what I seek most is the understanding and appreciation in knowing that as the is beauty in life so is the in death and with this I silently conclude that the greatest beauty of all is the celebration of life and not the moaning of what is lost or left behind
Copyright © john. M diketane
On that cloudy weekend in June
I hear a soft and graceful tune
from the grey bird on the tree
Singing sweet lullabies felt
blessed in the moment
My body tingles of joy at sight
Gazing out through
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon
Heart filled with emotion came
Grey bird stood playing its tune
for awhile and on the wings of
Then as the rain fell from the
sky the grey bird flew away
I blew a kiss to the clouds and
utterd these simple words of I
Love You father ( who's now in
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear
that grey bird sing again once
more for me
Farewell, love your son
Poem contest for Debbie -referential
Copyright © Brian Otoole
Neutrality in your colour seduces me and overwhelms my pride.
Originality in your words attracts me and drives my senses to you.
Prenuptial agreement, I must sign, without delay.
Quest no more! You are my type of girl.
You are with no doubt the woman of my heart
Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole
Beauty is not the eyes that smites the ocean
It's not that dazzling pebble they call the pupil
It's neither the lashes that makes a rainbow
Nor the brows that sink titanic
Beauty is neither the nose that face no fear
Nor the way it sucks those air
It's not the fact it perceives BIG
And the moment it throws you off league
Beauty cannot be the lips that levels the mountains
The one that cries,"I LOVE YOU"
It's not the kiss that makes lips hunting
Never the shape it makes in blue moon
Beauty is not those ears that seek attention
Nor the ring that flavors the lobe
It's not how demanding it seeks affection
And how mind-blowing and lovely that flows
Beauty is not the strands of hair that matter
Nor the way it whips and scatter
It's not the way it circles the continent
And when fixed, makes a monument
Beauty is not the body that solves calculations
4+4, 4x2, 9-1
It's neither the way it responds with reaction
Nor how it burns the sun to make it worm
BUT BEAUTY!!! BEAUTY!!!
Beauty is her acting like an Angel
Her heart that melts the seas
The way she smiles like there's no fear
Her talent that glamours her destiny
Beauty is the way he stands like a soldier
The way he embarrasses with LOVE
His strength excited when older
And his heart purer than blood
SO WHEN ANYONE SAYS YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL, IT'S BEYOND THE physical.
Copyright © Ken Nwadiogbu
I sit on the sand dunes, lost in my thoughts, as the summer breeze swipes my face, freeing my hair....the salt air makes my inner-self come alive, as the ocean waves offer a private showing, reminding me of the power they own. A seagull flies overhead, as it speaks to me oh so gently, and a voice without a face commands me to"Relax and Feel Peace"......I feel a connection to God, as none other I've known, and all my worries and fears I once pondered, now seem trivial and unimportant.
Copyright © joan woods
Many nights though have passed before you came to my world
Now your presence means a million to me
Over and over your song will remain sonorous in my ears
Peace be upon you my umbrella
I know you’re all ears while I coo
Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole