F eeling enraptured, Autumn dances in the wind, then undresses.
A s bright robes fall to the ground, her passion paints the twilight skies.
L ike a nymph, she beckons, tossing her fiery auburn tresses.
L ongingly she sighs - September’s bliss lingering in her eyes.
I ndian summer days come; then they go.
N ights though chill, embrace her in indigo.
L ater, in November, her sweetness wanes.
O ctober cannot stay forever loving her.
V acantly she gazes through freezing rains.
E ndearments whispered - cease - when Fall loses ardor.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
The sky is one gigantic bowl of pink
turned upside down,
spilling soft rosy petals that peeked out
from beneath snow white billowed clouds
till - fully blossomed - they burst out.
Growing radiant at the edge of twilight,
they’ve scattered as rubescent streaks falling,
lush and luminescent, as we watch in solitude.
No parade this evening - just you and I aglow,
wishing for an eternity to be like this:
so splendidly in love. . .
in the pink.
One of my favorite free verse poems
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011
A reflection of the coloured pencil drawn sky
skates on the glass smooth surface below it.
While a rebellious group of shades take their positions
on a glorious stage to express themselves artistically and
i think of you
Wisps of clouds shaped like a palm leaf
fan the winds that stoke the fire
of a randomly sketched sunset.
i think of you
The cool of an ocean breeze
travels the shadows of this low lit evening.
Caresses my skin like the essence of romance.
Enthralled by the allure of a candle lit sky,
i think of you...
Our French Bakery early mornings.
Café au lait and croissants.
Our freesia soaked baths.
Your mink soft body.
Its milk and honey scent.
As I fall off
the edge of the world,
i think of you.
March 19 2015
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015
While you sleep
Lady dressed in white
And melt your cold heart made of ice
High into the sky
And fall as raindrops from God’s eyes
Where now you will grow
With me - in the bloom of a rose
Author: Elaine George
* Note: This poem is a Personification as well as a triple Fibonacci
Brian Strand's 'Image Contest': First Place
John Heck's '12-in-one' Contest: First Place
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2008
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
It's so dark outside, my eyes can't distinguish where sand meets water. Somehow, dusk has come and gone, plunging the evening into darkness.
But even as my eyes yield to this opaque absence of light, my other senses heighten. I can hear the crash of waves as they abuse the shoreline, sending foaming water up the beach in icy streams. I'm lulled by the sound of polished pebbles colliding like marbles as they recede with the waves. I can feel the sea's cool mist against my face, taste its salt on my lips. The scent of seaweed drifts on the breeze in gentle wafts - and then, slowly, the faintest whiff of smoke.
I glance over my shoulder, where a tiny dot of light penetrates the darkness. It's a beacon on this cool night, and I walk slowly toward it, digging my toes into the soft sand with each step.
peeks through thinning clouds--
He's still there, stoking the fire, feeding the flames until the heat is tangible. The air wavers between us like a veil - a line I want to cross. He stirs up clouds of smoke, stirring feelings within me as I watch his busy hands. I wait patiently for him to notice my approach, and when he does, my breath catches.
burst from seasoned maple--
blue eyes sparkle
I watch golden light flicker across his skin, softening the lines of his face. He abandons his task, moving around the fire until he stands before me, smiling as if he knows my heart is thundering in my chest.
He waits for a painstaking moment to pass. Then he kisses me with toasted marshmallow lips, pulling me down into his lap to watch the sparks rise like fireflies into the breathless night.
Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2013
Featuring:) Giorgio Veneto
She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain
before the time they met - her steps commence.
She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum,
her love turned to escape and cloudy string
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring.
The first light cotton mists with summer rays
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land,
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays,
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand.
Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.
Enjoy the FRAGRANCE OF RAIN
FRAGRANCE OF RAIN
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013
we strive to make sure
each day enlightens us
and brightens us
even as light fades to gray
may we keep fighting
with two swollen feet
beneath the body and soul
and intense life lessons
meshed with stresses
may we persevere
turn off fear's song
may we stand firm
as we glide along
through shifty winds of change
that may cause things to sway
but we hold true
inside the values and morality
we stand for
fall for nothing
may stumble along the trip
may swerve at the wheel yet
do not lose our grip
because no one
can eclipse the sun
before they're done
Just when situations arise
flooding us with pain we despise
and just when it seems like
our tear ducts are dry
from ongoing cries
we may think
things are on the brink of ending
then God shows us the ways of faith
by way of love that he's sending
we make sure
every day enlightens us
and brightens us
as each day takes its turn.
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2012
I was once a little twig with dreams of being a mighty tree
So people would come from all around just to look at me
As the years started to come and go I fell in love with the wind
I would open myself big and wide swaying to the music of my friend
My rings became many and my bark was as red as red could be
Then the day finally came I was the tallest of the tallest trees
I stood tall and I stood proud and everyone knew my name
As my rings continued recording my destiny to fame
Then the fateful day it came my friend and I had a fight
Looking back I can't recall who was wrong or right
I said, "You are but the wind something people can't even see"
" And I'm the king of them all the tallest of the tallest trees"
That night the wind started to howl she really started to blow
And I the tallest of all the trees learned we reap what we sow
My roots struggled to hold on tight but without a soul around
She who had been my dearest friend knocked me to the ground
The loggers came and cut me up then shipped me away
To my soul that truly was a sad and lonely day
Torn from all I knew and loved wishing I didn't have to feel
I was cut into boards and post down at the local mill
Now I'm back here at home just a few feet away
From where my friend the wind and I used to dance and play
I'm the deck on which you stand I lay below your feet
There is a bench made of me would you care to have a seat
Sometimes in life our roles change just take a look at me
The trick is no matter who are what you are be all you can be
See I was once a little twig who became a mighty tree
And now I'm a redwood deck as proud as proud can be
And of my friend the wind she visits me everyday
So I can thank her once again for helping me find my way
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2007
She slants her shining, golden glance
Across desert, mountains, rivers, plants
Greets her rising, true romance
In the purpling, opposite skies
Her lunar love, her heart’s delight
Soars to ever darker height
For each, the other’s perfect, right
It’s on their wings time flies
She seems asleep within the night
Yet always, somewhere, she’s brilliant, bright
Motionless in constant flight
Each day its own surprise
They’ll never meet – there’s not a chance
These partners in eternal dance
Of darkness, light – they both enhance
The world with their long goodbyes
As their crescent waltz achieves crescendo
Sans artifice or innuendo
Young children start to play Nintendo
While adults stir and rise
Copyright © Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson | Year Posted 2007
Over the still pond
a leaning branch of Iris
Messenger of Love
sudden gentle breeze
flower kisses the water
whispering love talk
ripples in water
sending another message
signature of life
Iris:Name of a flower meaning"Messenger of Love"
Copyright © kash poet | Year Posted 2011
Mist rises from the valley floor
Sunshine peeks over the mountain top
silhouetting the Coopers Hawk
soaring in the southern breeze
I sit in my old oak rocking chair
drinking my dark black coffee taking it all in.
Mornings don't get any finer
I am one
one with nature.
The smell of flapjacks fill the air
Then out walks you
my heart skips a beat
as you smile
brighter than the clear blue stream
blending in beautifully
with the azure sky
your caramelized eyes glisten
each time you glance my way
I can't help but smile
for this is the perfect day
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015
The Willow did not always weep,
in summer sun and breeze.
But sorrow once did quickly creep,
amongst the bark and leaves.
For long ago a maiden fair,
would bask beneath the tree.
Each day as she had rested there,
the tree would always see.
The beauty of her freckled face,
the softness of her skin.
The sweetness of her simple grace,
her love it hoped to win.
Reaching out to take the chance,
in all its strength with care.
Dropping low the limb and branch,
to shade the maiden fair.
To hide her from all pain and strife,
to cradle her within.
To help her through her gentle life,
from now until the end.
But soon she cease to come and lay,
beneath the now bowed limb.
Her heart it seems had flown away,
as hope now starts to dim.
So lonely was the branching Willow,
that in sorrow it would stay.
Forever bent and bowed down low,
until this present day.
By Tom Clark, Copyright 2008
Copyright © Tom Clark | Year Posted 2008
Nightingale, the full moon rises
sing me from the Sassafras:
mock the sounds of motors passing,
trill sweet of the small brook's flow,
warble out a troubadour's tale,
call my trembling dear to me.
Contest: Night Creatures
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2015
Trees reach like glowing embers
to singe the autumn skies.
Leaves burst with blinding colour
like sparks that spin and rise
Then a breath of weightless fog
moves across the silent lake
where trails of molten clouds
fill the sunset's smoky wake.
The harvest moon emerges
like a second burning sun
to fill the sky with button-stars
that morning pulls undone.
Sunlight floods the gardens
to melt the morning dew.
This is where my heart resides
since September gave me you.
Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2015
Now my tendrilled soul,
Has found its pergola-- Christ--
To wind its way up....
Copyright © EMMANUEL SAMSON | Year Posted 2007
Riding an elephant
Down the narrow trail looking triumphant
Scanning the golden landscape
Like Hannibal with enemies in flight
Sight from a lofty height
King of the jungle moving
With lioness by his side
Climbing Mount Kilimanjaro
Guides by my side with packs on their backs
Some paths steep with rocks
Boots slipping below our tired feet
Beautiful birds in unison flight
Moving with terrestrial light
Stunning sunlight summit on the peak
Praying in an Ethiopian Church
Preserved in rocks built by humans’ hands
Never touched by conquest plans
Protected from the invaders’ footsteps
Queen of Sheba and Solomon’s nest
Touched by Arch of the Covenant
Mary, Joseph, and Jesus once slept
Eating yam, sipping palm wine, and tasting milk
Freshly squeezed by experienced hands
Taste of life in the mosaic grassland
Sustaining and soul refreshing
Cradle of humankind adorning
Invaded for its gold, riches, and human capacity
Birth of life on earth with tenacity
Respecting its living and arduous journey
Essence of life once was and is again to come
Riding a camel across the hot Sahara sand
Once wet now dried, exported gold from Mali…
Treasures from the hearts of once African empires
That which was, is, and shall forever be
Africa the birthing Motherland
We still love and respect thee!
Seventh Place Winner
"African's Pride" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Adeleke Adeite
June 30, 2010
Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2010
You are the wild flower in my palm
With no stem to keep you anchored to this covetous earth
You are the fragile thing I dare not cup,
As your petals whittle away under the wind
And flit unfettered in the air;
Exaggerated fear leaves my fingers numb
Hungry need leaves my fingers twitching
And my hand is paralyzed by turmoil
As every breath of wind takes another petal from me
And brings to my lungs, my chest and my heart
An overwhelming scent of need-
You are the wild beauty in my palm
And I dare not hold you to my chest
For I fear to crush you
To know first hand
That caged beauty, is beauty no more.
Copyright © Samir Georges | Year Posted 2011
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
Come dance with me, my winged escape
and skip the skies in flight
we’ll let the wind lick at our nape
and subtle touch invite.
Our cares we’ll toss to milky moon
and resonate our silky tune-
our cares we’ll toss
our cares we’ll toss
in freedom’s name our love commune.
Come float with me, my winged escape
on billowed waves of blue
we’ll lift the night mist’s heavy drape
and sail on moonbeams through.
This golden eve will whisper dreams
on silver sheets where all it seems-
this golden eve
this golden eve
cascades our love down rushing streams.
Come bloom with me my winged escape
in midnight’s breathless hour
my petals spread ‘neath stardust cape
to nature’s heady power.
We’ll give ourselves to Spring’s last rites
awaken sleeping appetites
we’ll give ourselves
we’ll give ourselves
and Autumn’s zenith expedite.
~Trijian Refrain~ (a fabulous form by Jan Turner)
Copyright © Kris Walters | Year Posted 2010
To have the love and sentiment
Of man, a vibrant rose,
Who courts with such a tenderness
While striking such a pose.
His flaming petals, soft and sweet,
That gently brush my lips,
A dashing leaf of lively green
Has slyly swept my hips.
His body tall and stiff with life,
His stalk down through his stem,
The shades of envy darken so,
That he becomes a gem.
His thorns, he wears them strong and proud
Though lethal they appear,
For thorns he bears to shelter me
And rid me any fear.
His velvet quivers in the breeze,
Like dancing sheets on fire,
Caress me love, from head to toe,
And see what may aspire.
For when a rose declares its love
Its pollen it will share,
So soft like dew drops over me,
I am captive in his lair.
Entangled leaf in leaf we are,
My petals soft and pale,
One jagged edge of you I feel
So tender without fail.
You trace my figure soft and slow
For petals, they will break,
But since you hold me warm and safe
They’re only yours to take.
So pick my petals, one by one,
And let them flutter by,
For all this world needs to survive
Are roses, you and I.
Copyright © Elaine Ho | Year Posted 2007
God’s inspirational napalm set ablaze upon the trees of autumn,
Welcome to the ascension of the fall season, bursting forth onto
The leaves once evergreen.
Colors of crisp snapping, auburn reds, fires aglow oranges, and
Subdued darken browns to contrast the mixtures blending, created
By the masterful hands of a higher powers creativity.
Tender timbers mutated into a glorious display of light and color,
Splashing the palette array of natural beauty.
Blessed in magnificence the lord hushes and stills, the mortal heart,
As inspiration captures the poets ink pen to write,
Upon the empty parchment page.
Strolling lovers huddle together, beneath a wondrous tapestry,
A canopy of leaf petals, that descend as it is caressed
By a chilling fall breeze.
Whispering softly in each others ears tender words
Sweet nothings, youth in utter splendor wrapped
Embraced in loves devotional shawl of emotions.
Behold vows promises of perfection uniting
These spirits of fall, united against the winter
Winds forever more.
Cold and slain lay the roses of summer, yet within
The wild heart of innocence, the flame of desire
Shall not flicker out, nay it lives strong in the young,
A blossom of delicate distention is true loves flower.
Oh in timeless remembrance as years will pass,
And only one shadow remains between these two
Souls united joined in life as one.
Shall beyond another single silhouette awaits,
Tracing these burnt ambers of autumn from long ago,
In cascading showers of melted colors of memory.
In angels tears a gentle rain does fall, yet a smile
Crosses the face of this eternal love, a blessings
Promise in one word spoken, always.
God’s inspirational napalm set ablaze upon the trees of autumn,
Welcome to the ascension of the season, bursting forth onto
The leaves of the evergreen.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2014
Her radiant dawns bring unblemished hope
Her hills and valleys whisper an ancient name
the laughter of young ones,with the wild winds elope
Her love is so wild that stokes a jealous flame.
She harbors children of different shades and tongues
but Humanity stands above all of them
the breath of equality expands from her lungs
Her roots are pure,no matter from where they stem..
She had endured difficult times
when Her young ones took up the gun
but her endearing love so effortlessly rhymes
with the heartfelt,overflowing tears of the Sun.
She contemplated time,since civilization's dawn
An ancient One,Her experience is vast
life and still more life,She incessantly spawns
Her essence is buried deep in Her past.
Her wild Savannahs teems with life
and proud Maskam stands in all its glory
the ever graceful Nature washes all the strife
as her loving children tell their charming story.
From dust,expands her index of Creation
Oh dear traveler,remember this must
Her endless toils,a glowing inspiration
In Africa,its Dust to Dust.
Copyright © Miraj Raha | Year Posted 2015
Oh, summer sun, all winter I have missed
your stale hot breath upon my upturned face;
your tongue that seers my flesh as I unlace
the strings on my bikini. I am kissed
by sultry lips that burn. I can’t resist!
I bask in light of day, and I embrace
Your penetrating rays that find each space
of skin exposed. I wait and plan my tryst.
And when you come, I’ll reverence you once more,
supine, as you would have me, to receive
your torrid touch as token of your lust.
In June we’ll meet as always by the lakeshore.
I should not go. So well you can deceive.
Some lovers you have killed! Yet still I trust. . .
*For A Rambling Poet's Scavenger Hunt Contest
This poem emulates the lovely haiku called
"dappled sun," (6/9) and also it is a love poem
for summer much like Constance's Senryu
"Winter Love" is her love affair with winter.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
Falling, laughing orange sunshine
Warmly comforting beams caress
I was blinded for a moment
Lost searching faraway grace
A color the Angels have ordained ?
Butterflies dancing on each heartbeat
I have to feel your tender touch
Cotton fingertips electric sparks embrace
The days they pass so quickly now
Watching night and day pass
The splendid color of the sky
Heavens purity through lens of one soul
A blazing light upon the shores
Golden treasure your light shines
All of God's creation, painted with his brush
Rainbow misted angel tears a bouquet promise
Of life, that seems almost too much
Far beyond our human brain to explain
Somewhere very near, just around the corner
Hope dances with the never ending dream
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 11.09.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015
Moon in distant sky,
Lights waves, rushing to the shore!
Carrying God's Love!
Copyright © Marty Owens | Year Posted 2009
Back in the woods, lies our cabin retreat
Surrounded by steep hills, streams and hot springs
I hear the hoot of the owl perched high in the spruce
The howl of the wolf, calling out to her mate
Nature is signaling, the moon can't be viewed
Thick clouds are blowing, we'll soon be subdued
Squirrels are seen scurrying, gathering nuts
A feeling of hurry, a snow storm this night
Peer out the window, a magical sight
Nature is shining, draped in pure white
The fire is roaring, I'm holding you tight
The roads are all closed, we're stuck here tonight
A kiss on your cheek, a sip of red wine
No finer feeling, than you and me here
Put down my wine, gaze deep in your soft eyes
You're my spirit, my wisdom, my strength, my skies
My beauty, my vision, my meaning, my heart
Hold me tighter sweet one, let's never depart
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015
The smell of the summer night air
Takes me back to times we shared
You and I dancing beneath the moon
Crickets playing a lovers tune
Trees full with lush green leaves
Whispering poetry to you and me
A view from beneath a Missouri bluff
Talking of passion, love, and lust
Your hand in mine strolling the path
Sitting on the deck and looking back
Picnic tables and barbecue grills
Driving and parking, is this for real?
My memory’s filled with your sweet love
Do you remember that snow white dove?
A kiss goodnight under a star filled sky
Best friends forever, a promise, no lie
It excites me to think that every year
Whether life or memory I return here
We will create magic again I know
On a summer night in the moon’s soft glow
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
*inspired by John Heck’s “Summer Celebration” contest
Copyright © Lena Townsend | Year Posted 2009
Robins move quickly across the fresh spring grass
gathering foliage for a newly woven nest
Church bells can be heard chiming
rhythmically out in the distant west
Vibrant tulips, lily's and orchids
are exploding in the garden
arousing sensuous scents of jasmine and rose
as a gentle breeze tickles my nose
The sun sprinkles sunshine off the glistening dew
bringing me a smile and thoughts of you
Your warm and loving heart
like the perfect cloudless day
Your sweet and tender touch
taking all my breath away
I sit here enjoying this glorious sight
daydreaming of sharing with you my night
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015
I wander in the nature’s green, trees in rows the birds preen
Like a gem glimmers the morning dew, with a precious diamond’s hue
And flowers bloom as I gaze anew, eggs hatch to welcome lives in queue
I can smell the wondrous earth, the distant flow of water in mirth
It’s a new dawn another day thereof, wherein I sense his breath of love.
As I prod on the old man smiles, he delivers milk by cycling miles
Passing the farmers sweet abode, the cry of new life reaches the road
A child wails by the neighbour’s door, with a sweet candy her eyes adore
Roaming the street is a hound grown, pups trailing behind unknown
A jocund street undreamed of, wherein I sense his breath of love.
My dearest rush out sighting me afar, without whom my life is a war
The tiny tots in their cradles lie, as we sing a lullaby
This is the world I am part of, wherein I sense his breath of love.
© (4 Feb '15)
* Honourable mention in the contest 'Enter a poem #1' by Poet Destroyer
Copyright © poesy relish | Year Posted 2015