Oh! Farewell sweet sadness, forever farewell.
We must part now that all my tears have dried.
All the pain of my past, no more to hide.
It is joy that causes my heart to swell.
Go, I set you free from this prison cell
To see you leave and not feel you’re cold
arms around my chest; I release my hold
I speak of you no more, no more I tell
Oh! My sadness, you’re free; run from this hell
For I must stay and we must part, so go
For love has filled my heart to overflow
Around loves joy I know you can not dwell.
My odium lies with you memory
For love was come and brought her joy for me.
Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007
I dreamed a black; an onyx lake
before the sun’s first dawning rays
its surface marble smooth and makes
no sound without the warmth of day
I saw myself; a ghost it seemed
stripped naked on the grassy floor
beneath the waning moon’s cold beams
just staring at the other shore
From far away a whip-poor-will
called lonely, just a sleepy song
it tickled in the morning chill
and broke the water’s pull – so strong
to slip into that silent space
where never lived a false love’s face
Copyright © Carolina Yankee | Year Posted 2013
Soon, shall we plunge into the cold darkness
Adieu, long live our bright short summer days
I just heard falling, in shocking sadness
The wood's resounding on the pavement ways
The winter shall enter my being: ire
Hatred, quivers, horror, labor; hard, forced
And like the sun in her polar fire
My heart will be just a block, red and iced
Trembling, i hear each log that is tumbling
Mounted scaffold, has yet, soundless echo
My spirit, a yielding tour, resembling
Succumbs to the heavy, tireless ram blows
It seems to me, lulled by a shock so dull
A coffin been nailed, some where on the fly
For whom? dead is Summer, here is the Fall
This mysterious noise sounds like goodbye
I, of your long eyes, love the green bright side
Sweet beauty, but today all is bitter,
Naught, neither your love, boudoir or fireside,
Are worth the bright sea sun, or more sweeter.
And yet, love me, tender heart be mother,
Even for a wicked, unthankful one;
Be mildness and pass, sister or lover
Of glorious Autumn, or setting sun
Short task, the tomb awaits it is avid
Oh, let-me, my forehead on your knees,
Taste, while i mourn the white summer, torrid,
The late season, yellow sweet ray of his
Note: this is my own translation of the original poem intitled:
*Chant D'Automne*by French Charles baudelaire. it was translated by some poets. the best one is by :*Lewis Piaget Shanks*
i tried hard to keep the rhythm and rhyme of the sonnet though it was very hard for me.
Plz. check the following link:
Copyright © True Feeling | Year Posted 2016
My love for you is not dying but getting stronger,
Waiting for you takes longer and longer,
No matter how many days go by,
I think of you while looking at the open sky,
Oh how I wish you were here with me,
All I need is for you to come and see,
Nothing is happening while waiting for you,
I know we sometimes regret the things we say and do,
Why oh why must I wait for you to notice,
I am changing blooming into a beautiful lotus,
I want you here,
So you can whisper in my ear,
My love is not leaving,
But a burden that is grieving,
Seeing me fly by,
I go with that look in your eyes,
Goodbye my love,
I just want to give one last hug,
When you see me lying dead in that floor,
Please oh please love me no more.
Copyright © Shannon Spier | Year Posted 2009
Of all my almost-loves and far-too-soons,
Hers brought a heat most akin to summer’s sun.
I ill-assumed, one night that joyful June,
A pair so young may ever-laugh in unison.
That season we peeled the rind of unripe love,
No heed paid the holocaust by autumn,
Till it was warmth we lay in bed bereft of,
When roses dead had warned our winter’d come.
Such loves birth as flood then burn to vapor,
Pain and regret from eyes downpour as rain;
Hence I plan to leave next summer’s savior,
Before lips aflame douse to kiss in vain.
She’ll think me true and bare me her nude heart,
As I don armor then from her depart.
Copyright © Pariah Rex | Year Posted 2016
This red summer is buried in the wine,
it holds a fragrant oak and note of mine,
to drink to heart and heart to love divine,
we sip the sun rays in and off the vine.
The crystal glasses clink to celebrate,
a golden moon too full to hesitate,
to give a kiss and kiss to hold our fate,
in every drop we drink or pause to wait.
When shooting stars are in the wine we drink,
and sunsets fall beneath a rim in pink,
forever hold and hold to keep the link,
between the things we say or thoughts we think.
Let's raise a glass, it may be Summer's last,
to see the season slip so sweetly past.
-By Edlynn Nau
© August 18, 2016
Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2016
I can feel it in my nose,
I can feel it in my fingers,
I can feel it in my toes,
My certain end currently lingers.
I've lost my will to fight,
Bitter cold despite my blanket.
Maybe because the covers white,
Not sure how much longer i can take it.
Lost and forgotten,
No idea were I lay.
A rock in place of cotton,
Snow in place of hay.
I look to the Flurry
Contemplating its power.
My mind fills with fury,
On my final hour.
When I try to move all I do is cry,
For when lost in winter your only option is die.
Copyright © Jacob Smith | Year Posted 2014
She is the bravest my eyes have ever seen
A lion bows, in shiver and fear
I am on my knees for I can not believe
A woman so beautiful, among us she breathes…
I offer this world and everything within to her feet…
I say proudly that I will protect her with fists…
She smiles, then gently she says to me…
I am a woman, strong and I do not need
Protection, for I may seem fragile
But I am stronger than steel…
I do not know what words to speak…
For I desire her love, and love her miserably…
But I have only my heart to offer
And she deserves better than me…
It does not matter that I love her endlessly…
She lives in a world that the devil dreams to flee…
And yet she stands strong with a smile shinning through her lips…
With a laugh musical, poetry to my ears…
She is a brave woman…gentle and free
Copyright © Zeki Majed | Year Posted 2015
I feel your presence in the air
A lingering void
Your step is your demise
Cloaked by your arrogance
Dominant illusions is the goal
You will lose
Lives will be lost
Children will suffer at your cost
The time will come
When your wrath of power
Will turn on you.
Your Insidious Gate will be Visible and shall no longer shield to protect you
An the Light of Love will Rule Once More..... Behold The Lord Thy God...
Copyright © Ninette Carey | Year Posted 2015
When you miss a child,
Of your very own,
That is your flesh and blood,
You begin to wonder,
Where did you go wrong,
In your own life,
Instead of looking,
At the beautiful life,
This you must remember,
So many of the difficult times,
Cause of the times you did share together,
For your children will remember more,
Than you really want to give them credit for,
And they will always remember you,
As their loving parent,
For loving them so much,
More than you will ever know,
And you will never forget them,
Just as you hope,
You will never be forgotten,
From their lives,
Copyright © John Hembree | Year Posted 2013
Your hand in mine, preparing for goodbye,
our eyes are glued upon the other's face.
No need for words just yet, we span the space
that separates two souls when death is nigh.
One final kiss upon your cheek, I sigh,
"You go on up ahead to heaven's place
and I will join you shortly by God's grace."
That said, with nod he waves as I sit by.
Weeks later I retreat to quiet grief.
Is that a seagull's welcome cry I hear,
lamenting hum of foghorn's innate drone?
Our fav'rite lighthouse where I seek relief -
I've come to scatter ashes from its pier.
to sound a hymn for you, for me alone.
Francine Roberts' contest, 4 Forms, 4 Themes
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2012
You brought armfuls of dream
Want to parse the stream
They say you are made of cream
Bright and leading my tongue scream
What else was so sweet
This is your tweet
Always stand on its own feet
No matter how much the clock beat
Uncultured and out of control cars
Foolish drive from hours at the bars
Received license from the planet Mars
No wonder purple stars
Without you in my life my friend
Visiting hours are over ~ the end
28.10.2015 A-L Andresen :)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015
Your sudden departure caused glum wonder
A blow that was sinking deep into core
Panic and tough refusal grew under
Death by the final course was to blame for.
Fidelity is dug from a soft spot
His bittersweet timeline has proven such
Makes to think if love is worth the long shot
Little bit of drama for a soft touch.
Yet too forlorn to accept selfishness
Detaching duties of a well-wisher
Comfort is given to a reticence
Ignorance to the acquired fresh blister.
My dear friend grilled upon reaching the cure
To after one’s own heart that was thought pure.
Copyright © Maria Rheza Mae Rubio | Year Posted 2015
Your love is like a fall’s crisp kiss
I can walk a thousand miles to get away from you
I can swim to the bottom of the ocean blue
I can fly a million feet up, way high in the air
I can pretend each day that I just don’t care
Yet I am sorry for the way I acted, the words I left unspoken
When I think of how we ended, my heart feels way too broken
Do you really feel this way, my presence do you not miss?
You made it clear your heart has no place for me anymore
I will move on and hope to find another to love like you
I will walk away, our memories in my heart I’ll store
Never allowing my mind to believe that it is true
For I loved, I lost. But as a friend I will never again tell
That you hold my heart forever, you are my Angel.
Copyright © Jordan Dickinson | Year Posted 2013
At midnight, he'll propose a toast
and raise to them a fluted glass
as they gaze, muted, at their host.
Though in his eye may sting a tear,
he knows theirs will stay dry, en masse,
as they ring in the coming year.
That he alone bears witness to
this cheerless savoir-fair, is clear
but he's forgot (or never knew)
such camaraderie, at most,
is retrospect to spirits here,
where every guest is but a ghost...
At midnight, he'll propose a toast
that he alone bears witness to...
Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015
You were a shining Star.
Few of many in the sky.
Looking up so very high,
Not knowing why you are.
Close and set you are far.
Spinning flames knot a tie,
I note a pattern just like pi.
Colliding with me you spar.
So burn it up and burn away,
Sow your heart upon a plane.
Chart your distance in the clay.
Burn it all up then call it sane.
The explosion in the sky is His death.
All burned up He has no last breath.
(R) Registered: 2013 Ann Rich
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2013
A WREATH FOR SAINT VALENTINE’S DAY
A clew within this virgin card from the head
Which you denied and now which gives you hope
Has come to me. When you opened your mouth
The scent of honeysuckle drenched my shoulder
Your hair tossed, though neatly cut
Still betraying my wild, rapturous caress
Your eyes, that were soft, are now sharp -
Knowing pollution, spoilage, missiles;
Behaving with me with speech-robbing words,
Soul-hurting cynicism, lethal logic.
Now I’m staked to the ground, a paling
Around my house where golden children
Will never flower, who once flowered
In your heart of satin’s reddest hearts.
By Rosemarie Rowley
Copyright © Rosemarie Rowley | Year Posted 2014
what makes the heart feel for something it can't touch?
his tears caused contractions for his heart to pulse
floundered, looking for loves heartache to clutch
whimsical solace of her essence startles his impulse
shouldering the bane of a kiss that foreshadowed trifles
kooky huh? how time unleashes emotions restrained behind pride
losing his beloved inamorata to an admirer she mollycoddles
his heart became friable to the echo of her suicide
It was the absence of a note that left his worries unverified
what makes the heart feel for something it can't touch?
Now alone and without; a lovers heart is mummified
he will never love another as much
the “ghost orchid” has become her epithet
the rules of this game have changed, misère ouverte.
I chose Bonnie Raitt “I can't make you love me” because when I listened to it it brought
back memories of my childhood feeling second to my fathers work. His physical presence was
always their, but his heart belonged to his work and still is. After listening to the song 5 or 6
times I thought of the question, what makes the heart feel for something that it can't
touch----like love, and went from there.
Copyright © Mark Taylor | Year Posted 2013
Sonnet From the Porch.. on Geese
Why linger still upon an ice bound pond
lone feathered symbol huddled warm and dry
dine upon the fresh sweet sprouting frond
unable to assault the fleeing sky.
Bloodline circle beckons join the draft
can nature’s simple truth become undone
weary wings abandon ageless craft
passing on the future to the young.
I cannot travel with them all their days
nor burden gaggle with slow flapping wings
while longing for the feel of old sun rays
watch as they depart for future springs
Thus rendered faster in their flight
seeking out their day and I my night.
John G. Lawless
Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2014
I talked to mum and brother and they say you are not doing well
Mum says the last time she saw you, you were better
She says you are worse now
Your once clear eyes, are now yellow
Auntie showed me a message you posted three weeks ago on whatsapp
Before you went to India
You sounded so hopeful
India couldn't do anything for, you are at terminal stage
A topic we hardly talk about because of your age
But we have too
There is no time left too
The only time we have,is to love
My most memories of you, of us
Is when I was entering puberty
I remember embarrassingly asking you about pubic hair, breasts, adams apple
In my homescience assignments
You were so good at answering them
You were so good at teaching me that new world I was about to enter
You were a great mentor
And those chapatis, OMG!
I remember your cooking lessons
You were so good at making that bread
With it, we were well fed
Thank you for being an awesome cousin
The only time we have, is to love
Copyright © njeri hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
In your head to pass this time
Attributing the former to your lies
Remember our cycle. Oh! how we belonged
We herded great minds and looseth the wronged
This is your part in our shattered glass
Although we fenced these strong beliefs
It is insatiable lust we reprieved
just short a miracle in humming this chord
Their weaknesses sort was time reborn
This is my part in our shattered glass
Endless love stories with novelty rhymes
a mist of colours, distractions and lies
Lighter pages, suspense or crime?
Mirrors and doors, our refraction in time
This is my part in our shattered glass
Just as we lost faith, we tore apart these walls
thus we drifted and sailed to our downfall
Last I heard of thee, it was late in the fall
In love and in lust, at her new masters beck-and-call
This is our sorrow in my shattered glass
Copyright © Sizwe Hlabisa | Year Posted 2013
Children with an illness,
Go through life,
They are looked down apon,
Because they are different,
When really they are not,
They are no different from you and me,
They have the same blood,
Running through their bodies,
Just as their hearts as well,
So, don't just look apon,
Their outer appearance,
And judge them,
For who they really are,
For a lot of them,
Are smarter and brighter,
Than you and I,
Could possibly be,
On our brightest day,
For they have the gifts,
From God up above,
So, always take the time,
To get to know their inner beauty,
For who they really are,
Cause they too need love,
Just as everyone else does,
If not even more.
Copyright © John Hembree | Year Posted 2013
Out of the blue when the universe played
Got bored with my unshakable conduct
Brought out a flesh from a memory made
Perchance to test the thorn that has been plucked.
Dinner begins no harm; Scotch does not cut
Even unsaid language must not perplex
Yet longing for the presence turned us shut
Fast paced occurrence is what he projects.
Got carried away with this missed habit
Not denying ecstasy being felt
Though bothered by ways acting as unfit
Just sailed along until nothing was held.
Mutual fondness maybe at its peak
However, deep connection was still weak.
Guilty of being a slave to that pain
Much more with such shallow drawing power
The saying, “third time’s the charm”, is insane
Six seasons had it for the frail flower.
Putting up a struggle with the contrast
Causes the weariness of my texture
Pleasing the established circle had passed
Offer consolation for such gesture.
I need that distinctive pea in my pod
One who reflects himself on my flawed glass
I need that impulse no matter how odd
One who can keep up as far as it lasts.
The urge deserves to be in highest form
Never again be deceived by such norm.
Copyright © Maria Rheza Mae Rubio | Year Posted 2014
She walks amid our dream of brick and stone
dreamt yesterday, then made for time to share,
the spirit of our past, she walks alone,
but she will touch your hand if you are there.
Past cobbler's dens, and Printers Alleyway,
down by The Tannery, the five and dime,
and bakers who arose before the day,
she's known them all, through pages of our time.
And she can sing you dreams from songs forgot;
they made our nation cling to unity;
in lessons sweet, in times where we had not
enough of blood who made our dream to be.
She walks, she is our dream of Liberty,
to welcome those who died to keep us free.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014
Your Face Glowed Like Brightest Of Rose Flowers
In that past life you were the only one,
sweetest filling in my first apple pie.
Now time cries out loud, we are both undone
our broken tears fall like rains from the sky.
Weep not fair maiden, life gives and it takes,
for its shadows have sad echoes ringing.
Mourn ye not so, for dearest heaven's sakes,
tomorrow life will gift dances and singing.
Midnight, you swore eternity was ours,
yet Fate that wretched beast has final say.
Your face glowed like brightest of rose flowers
Rejoice in those treasures, we had our day!
In hidden paths, we may yet meet again.
Not as star-crossed lovers but as lost friends!
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
A silhouette I saw in the far blue
Your lingered scent lay softly on the wind
A morning rises slow behind you
I thank Almighty God for you again
With finger tips and gentle hands a wish,
to build a world within a world we've known
And give your lips a long and tender kiss
To stay between our heart's a loving throne
For love would carry us to graying years
As love feasts on the purest heart's we'll grow
A peaceful day in flight beyond the tears
While soaring high, I see my love below
You promised when I laid in still repose
Upon my casket, orchids and a rose
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014
When you left, the lights faded
The blue skies turned grey
When you left, my emotions died
I thought I’d never survive that day
When you felt the curtains closed
And the stage faded to black
When you left, life strangled itself
And hope hid between heartbreak and despair
When you left, every image blurred.
But that spark remained alight
A tiny reminder of life’s resurrection
The sky turning back to blue
The reopening of the curtains to a lighted stage
A possibility, a tiny jest of instinct
In my mind I met you halfway
But my heart held back astride
For when you left, it died.
Copyright © CARLTON PLATT | Year Posted 2013
(6th May 2002)
Oh! Upon this day with the saddest eyes
I with regret farewell Auckland City,
To depart with the fondest of goodbyes
Of its people and sea shores pretty.
Although not a child of thy civil womb
You took in a desperate family,
My adoption the fruit of your spring bloom
In return labour given readily.
I leave within your care my youngest son
A Kiwi lad if any he’s become,
Our different accents becoming spun
Like the seed of one’s culture ne’er succumb.
So farewell Aotearoa farewell
Now is the hour a tale of you to tell.
Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2012
Sometimes I see you standing alone
Before the ruins of your past; you moan
For the withered leaves that were trodden
By you along the riverbanks, your mundane
And prosaic hours transforming into dream
Hand in hand, the soft woodland mist, the gleam
Of your crimson heart; the inevitable kiss
Opens up all the secret caves of bliss
A silent breeze caressing your careful tresses
Your sojourn to the domain of clouds that bless
All the magical fountains sprouting love
Dancing down through vales, the treasure-trove
You stand perplexed before the labyrinth of present
Where love’s fairy tale is shrouded in its end.
Copyright © Prasenjit Banerjee | Year Posted 2014
Separation looms, after another loop of hand in hand love,
our third. The weight dissipates and becomes fresh air,
our affair regains the bloom, reaching upward again with flair.
We didn’t know, we were in flow, out of control, as our
moment passed, and the hourglass bled, the ebb arrived.
Letting go, only to know that what we had was everything.
In loss we grow the most, the skin that peels away reveals
our scars. The truth is buried deep and needs this surgery
to emerge, to be set free. But we go deep, into the core
of it all, to reap the joy of all our pain, and share the trust
we gain. Our little secrets fall away and get refilled with love.
Letting go, now that we know the circle of love cannot be broken.
We are ready now, to free ourselves and fall back to the flow
of the unknown, the constant love that grows through letting go.
Copyright © James Fredholm | Year Posted 2013