if i wanted to kiss you
would you stand still
if i wanted to be with you
could we both time kill
if i held your hand
would you understand
or carress your cheek
would you be meek
if i whispered in your ear
would you hear
if i look into your eyes
would they lie
and tell me something else
that my heart is saying
if i wanted to love you
with all my heart
would that be smart
if i made you my reason to live
would it be worth everything i give
and if i said i love you
would you hold those words above you
forsaking all others as the preacher said
being mine and to no others lead
then my heart belongs to you
remember, to no other will i be true
with this poem i make this pact
and with my hopes i hope you act
fill in all the love that i lack
and as for doubts
we could fill up the cracks
Copyright © john loving iii | Year Posted 2012
UNDER THIS RED UMBRELLA
The rain did not stop us romantically.
Our love was to be enjoyed.
Life span was our imagery.
We are young adults in love.
We walked in an embrace.
We talked about family and friends.
We were unity of togetherness in this scene.
I looked away shortly and saw others doing the same.
That momentary endeavor drew his attention as well.
He leaned forward with protection so that I would not get wet.
This red umbrella glisten from the night lights as we stroll through the park.
The tree leaves were wet; this was autumn.
Good spirits were in optimistic to longevity.
The red umbrella reflects the leaves of the trees as it does my man’s adoration of me.
Under this red umbrella are images of love!
User Name: Verlena S. Walker –
Nom De Plume: Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Sponsor: Leonora Galinta
Personification of Lovers done for Poem with a theme of "Umbrella" Free Poetry Contest
Entry Date: March 22, 2014
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
Yamaha impressed me the first time I laid eyes on her glistening blond maple wood, her stylish body details, her long fretted mother-of-pearl inlay; lobed with golden keys. Her voice called to me the first time I held her in my arms. I strummed her six strings slowly in the key of G, then moved softly to D and C. All the while, I searched earnestly for her purity in sound quality and style. She was not the most beautiful in the showroom. But oh yes! She did flatter me with her musical presence. She was beautiful to me! I knew from that moment on she would be mine for eternity.
Within the hour, I took her home to meet the family. She was shy on the journey, not making a sound; perhaps due to this being her first automobile ride or simply wanting to see a world she was now a part of. Yamaha was cased in alligator leather, a brown dressing which was stylish for the day. We were both nervous as we arrived and got out of the car. My strong caressing grip on her handle assured her she wouldn’t fall and it would be alright. She knew it would be alright as I smiled at her.
I opened the door, allowing her to enter first. When in the living room, I called to everyone to come meet the newest member of the family. Dad was taken by her simple yet elegant beauty and style. Mom touched her first and she was most pleased. At that moment I realized the importance of first impressions as Mom marveled at how pretty she was. I sat down in the best chair in the living room while Mom listed to Yamaha talk and I sang a popular country love song. I was pleased with the family acquaintance to Yamaha. It was evident she had become a part of the family.
The first few weeks, I couldn’t keep Yamaha out of my arms. I longed to be with her every minute of the day. In my eye, she made me smile by just gazing upon her. I fumbled with her in those beginning days. She ignored my elementary attempts at refinery and permitted me the time to catch up to her mastery rather than bow down to my level. Like any two lovers, both must reach to the need of the other. Only then is love truly in harmony.
Today, Yamaha is not the young glistening blond I held in my arms some thirty years removed. Her wood has been scared by my love to play her. She has received countless face lifts which cover her tainted mother-of-pearl. Her brown leather case dress stands in need of a seamstress care. But as with all things having been learned through love, we now make beautiful music together. She is my treasure, a light into my soul's well. She amplifies my inner being. As I perform, she is glorified. We have grown old together,and gotten better in time. I still hold her in my arms day by day as this lover has risen to her grace and expectations. She is my treasure for a life time.
Copyright © Mark Goodson | Year Posted 2012
Something is in my heart
I want to say it
Words can't support me
How can I say it?
I want to know,
If you can bear it
Why can't I say it?
I am delighted,
If you want to hear it?
No, no, or never
Why can't I say it?
Copyright © Ibrahim Ghani | Year Posted 2013
Once a heart used to beat to the rhythm
of love behind my ribs, you walked into my
life and I poured all my heart to you.
for a while it felt like there were only two
people in the world you and I. I thought ruled the
world and that our hearts beat frantically.
I thought we were in love but I guess I was
wrong. I loved you, you took it and kept it
we were suppose to share love but you were
selfish with it. My heart you had but you tore it apart
You left it bleeding, as blood oozed out so did love
and every bit of life it had. It withered and died
and you smiled and lied that you loved me.
what a fool I was to have listened to yo lies but
who would blame me when words sipped out of your
mouth with the sweetness of honey not knowing
it will sting like a bee. the touch of your lips
deceived me and the look in your eyes
oh now i have learnt from this that
loving someone is so intense
it feels like it will last forever. I
can't believe that you never feel
the same way.
I can't believe that this sacred relationship
has been betrayed. I was sure
that we were in the same wavelength and
that we understood each other. Meanwhile,
we walked on parallel and eventually
divergent tracks the entire time. The feelings of
betrayal and hurt may take many years to heal.
because my chest is empty only pain remains
Copyright © Albert Bulaka | Year Posted 2014
Sometimes I still use a cordless house phone.
When I call her I imagine her wrapping an invisible cord around her finger
as if she were only walking slowly the opposite direction as the cord stretched further.
When she talks she says she likes to feel her voice as it runs away from me. She says that she wants me to believe distance is just a myth our minds created. When she held me I was a last box on a moving van. I was stretched out like piano wire waiting for a hammer to knock the breath back into me. Her hands forced me upward like keys pounding harmony.
She is the hottest day of summer telling me to wake up and find water and her bed is an oasis.
Our clothes scattered a mosaic across the paint spotted carpet.
We read to each other from the bookshelf on the corner.
The one that sagged in the middle until all its shelves were smiling, ready to laugh loose their stories.
The morning she left the half-closed shades left cords of sunlight stretching across her chest
and I traced them but there were highways, and she the smallest country.
When she calls me she traces her breath as it spirals like a hurricane to the wall and bounces between cities. Her voice is strangled with 350 miles of telephone lines.
The clothes we dressed our floors with for months have been stripped away.
The room is naked now and the bookshelf, half empty. When I think of that house
she is the only thing I can remember. Everything else fades, the room disappears entirely and I remember only having lived inside her. Home is where the heart is.
The first astronomers who looked up there had to have discovered sparkling new words about how far two things can be. We build telescopes to force everything closer.
I have built myself a telescope with bed posts and bathroom mirrors.
On warm nights I climb to the top of my room and look west where the world curves her away from me. I know now why the myth of a flat earth existed for so long.
It is not a story of people afraid of falling but of people terrified of growing apart,
reading that if you stare hard enough at the horizon, you’ll be able to find anyone who is left you. But “listen” she says. The blind man on my block had his cataracts removed.
He told me when he looked out his window for the first time he couldn’t understand why his hand was larger than the houses across the road.
He couldn’t grasp how things look smaller at a distance so close your eyes.
Stop looking for me in satellites fading below the skyline. Let us make this world flat again.
I am always right here.
This continent is just our kitchen table.
These highways piano strings.
The same note ringing resonating between us.
God keeps our sight stronger with eyes that we will never see by looking in a mirror.
Copyright © Spenser Jones | Year Posted 2012
As I opened my eyes with a sound,
Which was of a little sweet bird around,
Humming softly on the window beside,
Calling the sun out from its darkened hide.
It pricked me to think of someone,
Someone close that i knew,
The quality of keeping hope alive,
And always expecting the rise anew.
I walked upto the window frame,
And saw a view no one can tame,
The sun rising on the horizon,
Spreading its shine in all the region.
Again Someone came to my mind,
A very Dear person i knew,
The quality of spending smiles everywhere,
Even if you have earned a few.
The breeze slapped in my face,
And shook me out of laziness,
Pure and refreshing as i felt,
Now looking with more easiness.
The slap made me remind once more,
Of the same person i knew,
Her rejuvenating laugh and her kind words,
As lovely as a Cat's "Mew!"
The bright day with colorful scene,
Calling you to get out and breathe,
Trees, grass, flowers and bees,
Together creating a wonderful wreathe.
At this moment i became just confused,
Because it struck me weird again,
Of the same person i said i knew,
As she resembles the extraordinary aine.
Her laughter as it brightens me up,
Pushing me to live some more,
Various in forms and one in sense,
Awakening me to love a little more.
Soon i was baffled so much,
That is she like nature or nature like her?
Or am i just feeling all this non sense!
Because i know i am not making any sense!
Soon i gathered myself together,
And talked some reason in it,
Who is it that i love more?
Is it the nature or Her love for me infinte?
Then i found the answer to my question,
In a very profound manner,
That no matter who i love more,
She has those qualities to garner,
Its about her and my love for her,
That makes me feel this way,
Whether nature always remains this way or not,
She will always remain the same,
That ''US'' would never get apart,
For she ll always remain in my heart,
Whether nature may not be upto the mark with time,
But she ll always have that spark and she ll always be mine.
Copyright © Suraj Grover | Year Posted 2014
I wish I was young
What can I hear
What is happening
Crying over past memories
What do I do now
I can’t fly
I am sick
For the lesson of God
I am asleep
Copyright © Moses Samandar | Year Posted 2013
She's got a plan
just moved to Florida
one week in the hole
a forced proposal...
maybe if I get a job with insurance;
we'll get married...
then you'll have insurance too!"
the spider web is officially constructed
no...we'll name it
the Black Widow!
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2012
morning salutes the new coming day
as the sun looks down tenderly
casting it's eyes to the two lovers
mornings breath blew gently upon their faces
as they nestled in a warm embrace
as passion begins to flare
in the early mornings light.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2012
Too young to remember , remembering is all I can do , stories told , may different , not never knowing the truth , a scar for life , not knowing the story behind it all , feeling like a leap and a frog , alone always and forever , standing strong on my own tow feet with no support , about this time I still have tears in my eyes, hurting and weeping from all the pain thats inside, feeling abandoned at a young age, my heart filled with hurt and emotion , like a boat on a ocean , screams and fights , something that I didn't like , it never excites me , it just makes me wanna go far way , running way all the time was getting old and leaving me out in the cold with no place to go , house to house , different rules , different place , different race and different pace. Ive been through hell and back again. 7:00 , lying on the floor , stomach growling , tears falling , left alone , hurting inside , just about to cry , flooding my face , with a salty taste , forgetting my race , forgetting my struggles , going blank with no trace , comes to comfort me , I pull away , with a lot of force , not wanting to be loved by someone who hurts me the most , running away thinking its a better place more hurt occurs , not giving no one a chance , to dance in my present , but finally I give in to something special to me , he who sees the best in me , he who takes me for myself , he who loves me more than ill ever know, he that stunts but deep down he's feelings truly shows , he that I love with all my heart , he that I don't want to leave , he is something like my everything , he is so much like me , he you wouldn't understand , he is my man , I could keep going on and on forever but Ill just end it here this time....
Copyright © April Mae | Year Posted 2012
I woke up this morning
Went to the kitchen
Looking for some-thing
For this morning
I was on a mission
I went in-to the Cabinet
To open my favorite box
It was closed and It was sealed
I shook it, yet
I could not hear...
Surely they were gone'
And so was my last beer'
Fore there in the box
Their wasn't a sound
So, I placed it on the table
Then I sat down,
Only something was strange
I couldn't figure it out
So, I clinched my mouth
And dumped the whole
I was looking for some-thing
That sweet taste for my mouth
But, that nice crispy cereal
With-out a doubt...
I ran to the bed room
And looked on the floor
Their was an empty bowl
The milk was still cold
So, I was perplexed
Didn't know what to say next
My EX was sleep
On her mouth I could smell CHEXS
But, what could I do
Cause I wouldn't go near her
Was this a thought
Or could it be real
It was so...
That was my best meal
My ex-GirL fRiend
Has just killed my last
Box of CHEKS
What will she do next
Heavens' why me
She is a Cereal Killer
Can't you see?
Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2011
The sun shines as the
blue sky reigns.
But shadows of darkness have me in chains.
Since she left, my life is nothing but pain.
When she said her love is no longer for me, it took my sunshine away.....
I hope she is OK, I don't want her to hurt.
I'm sure she is happy with the man she deserves.
I hope he is good, this nameless man of her choice.
I hope he treats her as gold, his treasure and his spoils.
The feeling of loss punctures my heart with a knife.
I feel the weight like the end of my life.
As I sit on the floor, grounded and wounded.
Without her my life is empty and depleted.
For her I would die, I would give up everything.
I pray for hope, for light, a glimmer of something.
I love her so much I don't know what to do.
Is her heart really for another, I wonder if it's true.
She should be loved and cherished like a jewel of the sea.
Since the day I met her, I had hoped it would be me.
The cost of love is not always free as they say.
To have her happy, I will give my life to pay.
I hope she does not leave, but she has already left.
I wait for the devil to bring an end to this mess.
She doubts me, not trust me I know for sure.
But she need not ever doubt my commitment and love, it has always been pure.
Copyright © Daniel McBain | Year Posted 2016
"Why isnt the phone ringing"? I keep thinking to myself.
Did he already put his heart and us, high upon a shelf?
I have'nt been gone 24 hours and I feel as though I am not missed.
My mind keeps going back to the last time we kissed.
It was gentle and sweet, filled with desire..
He put my mind in a whirlwind, and set my body on fire.
Why cant he love me? as i love him?
I wish he'd open his heart and let me in!
I don't know how long to try, or even if I should?
I don't want to think I should have gotten out while I could.
I'm already in so deep, he owns my fragile heart.
From him, i wish to never part.
Will he break this heart, will I cry endless tears?
or will we be together for many happy years?
I need a fortuneteller, a genie or a magicball
To just fill me in, tell me all.
Copyright © Candy Kross | Year Posted 2012
How do I stop my heart from loving you when I have already surrendered my heart
to you. How could I retreat in falling out of love for you when I am totally hopelessly,
madly, and devotedly in love with you. I do not know how to stop loving you
because my heart and head are well trained to be devotedly in love with you.It is
impossible to fall out of love from you because you are sweet and delicious as
cookie. Please come for me. I will not stop begging you to be mine. I belong to you,
and you belong to me, my King David.
Copyright © Sophia Smith | Year Posted 2011
This is for all of the people who have trouble with saying' in the
spelling in the name of LOVE.....
LOVE is just one of
The words' that people
This word is full
And is the catalyst
For the renderning
As needed to form
Or just a conversation
Piece for friends'
Fore their are those'
Dose not get the true
Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2011
When all hope is lost
when the birds have stoped
signing their sweet melody,
and the flowers lost their sweet scent,
when the grass started withering,
u were there for me.
u defied the odds and stood tall when i was down.
u were able to reach down on me
u reached my hand and pulled me up.
u believed in me even when i didnt believe.
u made me your hero.
and for that i regard as the best gift in my life.
i will rise again and be the hero in me that you have always seen.
i will stand by you forever.
naw i am a believer,
all because of you.
and when i look over my shoulder,
i see the dark past that was my life.
and the thought of you brings light to all of it.
now i can walk with my head held high
because i kno wat m made of
and what i have to do.
i know i have to build you and i
a little heaven on earth
where we will live a happy life that all of us always dreamt of.
we came from humble beginings
and today we stood as legends in the name of love.
we wrote the story of our love in sand
hoping that the wind will not wipe away.
but we dont know of the happenings of tomorrow,
so lets rejoice today,
wat our love has created and brought upon us.
u have not deserted me,
In my darkest hour,
i will also be here with you forever,
for i know u do not want me to go anywhere.
you showed me how it is to love,
i will return the love you gave me
and will remain true to you as u have been true to me.
you are every reason, every hope and every dream i ever had,
and no matter what happens to us in the future,
every day we are together
is the greatest day of my life.
m going nowhere.
unless you push me.
but i will move with greater resistance.
for i do not want to go anywhere,
here is where i want to spend the rest of my days,
i have became happier each day since u came into my life.
and i want to share the happyness with you.
if you will let me stay and enjoy the happyness with you.
there will be obstacles in the journey,
but i think both of us will tacle the obstacle together and overcome.
u always had faith in me,
i also have faith in you, and will forever have that faith,
i plead with you to never loose the faith in me,
even through my downfalls.
m here with you and for you
M here 4eva.
Copyright © busane shoba | Year Posted 2012
A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.
Copyright © Sindey Forte | Year Posted 2012
I sometimes see through you... you sinner.... you saint...
I sometimes see through your selfish gait...
you are but just a boy... and just a boy you will be!
you will never see through a man's eyes... the woman that lies in me.
you will never see the eyes of laughter... you will never see the eyes of pain...
you will never see the trials and tribulations... for you have missed the train...
your mind is open but you heart is closed... you are only what 'You' Know!
you will never know to be someone else.. . as you dwell in your own enclave...
you think your the master of your life... but in reality your the slave!!!
But I am you... and I am me... I am wisdom, I am foolishness... I am beyond the skies and
My world is not known to you... because you cannot see!
You are bound by closed doors which you call your reality!
Copyright © Shruti Vellody | Year Posted 2009
The midnight magic sprinkles in the air.
I can hear the every breath that you take.
Closing my eyes I am so lost to any existence.
This moment is mine that I create.
So very, very much I am content!
My soul is engaged with such a paradise.
I am aimlessly there.
Ah yes! Yes indeed,
You are my grass in the desert and I am so very, very near.
The glitter is everywhere,
I can breathe the every breath that you take.
Closing my eyes I am so lost for time.
This moment is mine that I make.
So very, very much I am entwined.
My soul is entangled with magic so sublime,
I am without a single care.
Yes, yes, yes!
You are my grass in the desert and I do often come there.
The radiance I stand and bear.
I can touch the every breath that you take.
Closing my eyes I am so lost without a cause.
This moment is mine that I partake.
So very, very much I am lost.
My soul is entangled in this web of mine,
I am so very, very much there.
I am lost in time.
Ah yes, yes, yes indeed!
You are my grass in the desert and I am here to share.
Blossoms are blooming everywhere planting the harvested seeds.
My grass in the desert is all that I will ever need, even when so desolately bare!
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010
The distrust inflames me
A tainted image
An angel fallen into the flames
How could he?
He stained my fantasy
Stabbed my trust
Maimed my dreams
And now all i have are ashes of what could have been
A dream killed too soon.
Copyright © Ann Okotha | Year Posted 2009
The eyes of God are in these eyes standing here when I look at you.
My salvation! You’re honest and true crying real teardrops of heartfelt tears.
As the Sun sets by night and rises to the dawning of our blessed brand new day,
I Wed Thee to the very best of the all there’ll ever be of me.
I promise to cherish the smile upon your face and to conquer your early morning hidden fears
I promise to abide abundantly to a heavenly scent that comes from me through you,
Forever I’m your lock and you my Master Key!
The eyes of God are in the eyes of you!
My breath, my life, and all of my existing meaning,
I do Wed the “Most Honorable Husband in Thee”!
As the Moon lights the evening skies and fulfills these promising days,
I Wed Thee to everything God ever meant for you in this world to be.
I promise to adore your brilliance and to magnify your streaks of gold in the Sun’s blinding glare!
I Wed Thee to a most promising brand New prospering Year!
I promise to Love, Honor, and Respect your wisdom for many lives that shall follow and proceed!
Following you, I am always so very close when you’re near.
I Wed Thee and by these hands we shall forever be blessed and correctly fed.
I Wed Thee, by my God given name and I now declare our all a final by being done and said!
®Registered: Ann Rich 2002
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010
I stare out into this huge blue Sea,
And the waves, well, they just carry me.
My mind drifts so far away,
Because the Ocean is where I lay!
I’m off to never-never land once again,
So take my hand and let this journey begin!
I listen carefully to the Oceans roar,
The waves, well they just help me soar.
My mind relaxes with my day,
Because the Ocean is where I always lay!
I’m off to never-never land on a hunch for so much more,
So take my hand and let’s find new places we can both explore!
I can see blue water with big fluffy white rolls,
Waves, well they just capture my entire soul.
My mind just helpless with my day,
Well, it is the Ocean where I lay!
Off in never-never land I can always see,
A gigantic Ocean covering over me!
Far away in never-never land near the Ocean is where I always lay.
Lifeless in the sand is where I’ll always be.
So take my hand and be lifeless with me in the sand.
Together, just you and me on our journey to never-never land,
Just lifeless in the sand, together you and I and always we’ll be hand in hand!
© Copyright: 1997 Ann Rich
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010
What would you rather me do
Question everything or to be a blank canvas?
I am trying to balance between the two
Want to figure out why I’m like this when these emotions are new
I know either answer after a while could end up with me losing you
Sad to say being without you could heal my mind but yet, where would that leave my heart?
You tell me ‘Being positive is a start’
I wanted to stop there but now I’m stepping back
And you are right, I am being negative and where is the trust?
Maybe it is our different worlds as there is so much I don’t understand
Want to be stubborn and show no emotion to get back at you
I know that is not fair and of course all this is not fair on us.
You want me to be confident I can do so
I am the best thing that can happen to you
I’ll comfort you when times are hard
I’ll turn your giggle into a screaming laugh
And the physical act of love? Well I know when you know enough is enough
I need you to see my true self
Tell me you know me, for me to take my obstacle down
To make you proud, to turn my frown upside down
To truly know you are committed, to feel safe and sound
I think by now you can tell, I would like this to be true love
Copyright © Bradley Walton | Year Posted 2010
Lost in this emotion
Confused in this silence
Taken back by your presence
Struck down with words
Broken into pieces
Stolen from truth
Broken down in memories of you
Finding answers in mistakes
Regret from those who take
Taken parts of me, torn them like paper
Glass shattered by being fake
Taken bits of you, into a sculpture of us
Broken down, left without an ounce of trust
Like an explosion ready to bust
You and me without lust.
Time in a frozen bottle
Standing at a stop to no where
Looking for the ride home
No fare to pay the cost
Lying in the battle field
Just the broken parts of our limbs
Bleeding from the outside in
Living day to day, sin to sin
Broken down in the tears that drop
Silently waiting for it all to stop
Broken down, we lye here
Broken down, we stay
Broken down, all alone
Broken down, in the days ahead
Broken by you in each tear that I shed.
Copyright © jennifer roberts | Year Posted 2008
Oh this Sea from left to right,
How my mind gathers your visions to my sight.
You clouds stray from over here to over there,
And my lungs fill deep as they gather you into my air.
I am the neutral zone with all of my love that I share
The “Palms by the Sea” give my visions their true light!
In each I can see myself inside of a seemingly height.
The Palms by the Sea are my only solemn oath I fight!
Up inside of the tallest tree I shall surely come,
Your Earth, your Moon and your Sun I shall make them all come undone!
I am you as you breathe my life and it is your love that I shall proclaim in the moment I seize!
Up inside of you I am proclaiming my every single genuine need.
The “Palms by the Sea” guard the shores for my more, my all, or even none!
®Registered: Ann Rich 1997
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010
‘Quiet attraction, you’re overwhelming elegance;
all I could do was sit there,
blushing could you tell?
No chance in moving just to re-think.
The wanting of being elsewhere,
I needed one more look before I left;
got the feeling you wanted that too.
Sadly just to many people blocked the way,
turned around, head down due to having no view of you.
Will next time be more difficult?
Awkwardness in a room full of people,
now your work colleagues becoming aware,
it is not so quiet now.
Making tales in my head,
multiple versions of the way we could meet
but need of seeing you someplace else without eyes watching,
without the heat of embarrassment waiting,
for these thoughts to be said.’
Copyright © Bradley Walton | Year Posted 2010