My love is like a worker's gloves grown old.
His hands are leather, roughened now with age
and years of work in weather hot and cold,
yet through the many years, he has grown sage. . .
My love is like a builder's pair of boots.
He's dusty and fatigued and still he walks
while trailing mud, but now his attributes
shine through despite life's many stumbling blocks.
My love is like a pair of jeans much worn,
a pair of socks with holes that have stayed warm.
Though time and all the trials he has borne
have left him frayed, he wishes no one harm.
To write a beaming sonnet would not do,
but threadbare love (in some ways) bests the new.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
This is the story of a clueless man
I had to give the “eye” to for a dance!
But once he noticed me, the tale began.
However, it was not a huge romance!
He had no car or money. Both of us
were students, broke and working. What a pair!
We didn’t even get to take a bus,
just talked and walked together everywhere.
We talked of everything; I even cooked
his meals. He lived next door! There never was
a day we weren’t together. It just looked
like we’d get hitched. No reason. Just because!
No courting; no proposal did I get.
In forty years, I haven’t heard one yet!
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
Wings of fear flutter nightly in my heart,
a terror-taunt haunt that whittles my thought;
the brutish fist bruise-blackening heart-art -
my past-smashed man; wars in your head thought-fought.
The confidence you chip and slow-whittle;
brittle wing-white bone china hurled to smash;
a daily rage rampage to belittle -
sobbed scream-spittle, word-slap, jaw-smack, door crash.
Storm clouds of bruises gathering on skin;
a slow-strangle noose of words that slow-kill,
the red pain petals falling in slow-spin.
But I loved you then and I love you still...
Forgiveness sings to your acid-word sting
and brushes your soul with a dove's white wing.
Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot | Year Posted 2015
Such tender whispers waft on salty air
On foggy mornings waves are brushed in gray
I hear you then as winds caress my hair
Your murmur’s soft, but I know what you mean
The day will soon come when we live as one
You know I miss the sea scent in your clothes
Our earthly union – life had just begun
You asked for “waders;” I said, “What are those?”
On morns like this I put your waders on
Reach out and search in misty sea for you
The realms separate us will be gone
To vows we made so long ago, I'm true
My lover, teacher, mentor and best friend
The bond between our souls will never end
*This is an English sonnet
Entry for Debbie and Cyndi's Sonnet contest
Dedicate to my late husband
Written January 15, 2012 for Francine’s “4 forms, 4 themes” contest
Theme: Lost Love
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2012
Many nights you’ve graced my sight
fair Orion, hunter and groom to the abyss,
and yet it would seem an eternity
before we would meet and kiss.
Bought you’d be, and brought to me
by the grace of He who waits.
So, when I die my heart can rise
upon your valor’s brace.
He’d rename Hatsya’s famed
so my soul could light the way.
Dearbhla true poetess of love
‘pon Orion’s sword held sway.
And up I’d rise at my demise
to crest the sky and space.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010
Sweet and tender, they seal a bond,
Movements caress preciously to all.
With trembles, they will call.
Especially of yours I am fond.
They cast spell like a wizard’s wand.
Captured I was, when I saw.
My heart tied in a ball.
Pressing onward I respond.
Lips such as yours are my delight.
When ours meet, emotional treat,
Sensual feelings ever so bright,
Ardor expands without defeat.
Each kiss of morning or night,
Our souls locked, lovers complete.
written on 7/21/12
written by Cecil Hickman
Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2012
Your heart is cruel and made of frigid steel
a sharpened chisel is your angry tongue
and with your tool you carve the pain I feel
each time all of your hurtful words are flung
You slash me as you twist the words I say
within you no compassion can be found
as pieces of my heart are chipped away
and die in crimson piles upon the ground
I question what lies in your evil mind
you act as if you are too blind to see
the way you hurt me with your words unkind
and how your vicious tool has damaged me
Why do you say you love me like you do
when your cold heart is dead and icy blue?
Copyright © Robin L. Gass | Year Posted 2009
My love, your breath, fresh as a spring breeze,
Caresses my face, with a wondrous tone,
As your sweet lips, approach mine, we moan.
For expectation, of such pleasurable tease,
For there is no time, for emotions to please,
Our brief moments, are barely, only a loan.
For passion delivers, future beautifully alone,
Our ecstasies of movements together, appease.
After spring, before the heat of summer time,
Our ardor grows; grows within each heart.
Our touch, Heavens blessing, to each other,
These moments, hours, days have no crime.
Together forever, our souls, never part,
Our spirits are free, to love; never smother.
Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2013
Physical Therapy came in the door
To take him out in the wide hall to walk
He got to go places he hadn't been before
He saw folks that hadn't seen and to them talk
P.T. helped him get up so he wouldn't fall
Nurses came to help him take a shower
All obstacles placed against gray wall
Minutes upon minutes turned into hour
With just a normal old age human ear
We listened to noises in hall by day
If animal outside alerted by brey
Tightly enclosed in hospital room we couldn't hear
The situation sometimes made me feel
As if in this case I was simply third wheel
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
He was a large soldier, standing well over six feet.
In World War II; imprisoned in the Philippines.
Thousands perished on the Bataan Death March.
They were brutally beaten; starved and parched.
Wanting to give up, during this sixty five miles.
Thoughts of his wife, Helen; her beautiful smile.
They had vowed to be each others help mate.
He would press on, with a slow, painful gait.
Knowing she was praying for him gave him strength.
Tho thousands of miles apart, their hearts still linked.
Their marriage, like the oak tree; its' roots were very strong.
He was a skeletal seventy-eight pounds when he returned home.
When he was certain he could simply go no farther.
His lovely wife Helen became his scent of water.
*This is a true story about one of my husbands cousins, Helen and her
husband. She has dedicated her life to helping find POWS or their remains. She
works tirelessly and has helped numerous families. I am honored to know her. I never knew him. He had gone to heaven before I met my husband.
July 16, 2014
Contest: Scent of Water
Sponsor: Faye Gibson
Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2014
Baby, you remind me of a bunny,
sweet loyal and trustworthy
you always make life funny
when we're not together, i miss you badly,
you notice things no other man bothers to notice,
when i look into your blue eyes i see the true me,
my exes made me feel worthless
that's why i believe in our family,
when we speak i feel the love
when you smile at me i could swim in your dimples
our hands fit together as snug as gloves
and one hug from you makes life seem simple
I'm so happy you are my boyfriend
i never want this relationship to end.
Copyright © Nya Johnson | Year Posted 2013
Bad days in life are meant to learn
Reminds that good days are going to return
Let us start all over with hope
All the ups and downs will gradually cope
I missed you more and more each day
Words can be expressed..but i can't say
Whenever I remember of your smile
I feel I cant miss not even for a while
I am still living with your memories
Hope you will listen to my apologies
If you are not in my life, where would I be
Life definitely seems to be a dark sea
Let me bring a piece of rainbow and color our life
It is all my pleasure in this life to be your wife......
Dedicated to and written for my hubby
Copyright © SSS PPP | Year Posted 2010
My husband is a drunkard and abusive
Fight is a daily bread in my marriage,
I also lost a tooth in the process,
My body is mountain of bruises,
Blue-yes are like permanent makeup on my face,
I concluded that marriage is good for nothing,
He come home drunk in the middle of the night,
Even if the food is prepared and on the table,
He will wake me to sit right in the dinning to watch him eating,
Eating until he finish,
He will just speak a stupid things and force me to answer,
I answer or not answer the fight is on and beating went on,
I am the music in the ears of my neighbors,
Not when it is a payday for my husband,
He will push me here and there until i become angry,
Then the whole salary will be spent pleasing friends,
Until too little is left he will remember to come back home,
I am a poor woman but my husband is working for good salary,
I survive by the handouts from my mother,
Too sour, horrible and terrible,
But when he is not drunk he is little better,
When drunk, he is bad and even worse,
Everyday tears left a permanent mark on my face,
Stress and BP is finishing me off,
Each time I conclude to end this abusive relationship,
The obstacle is the children of the bitter relationship,
Back to forth is the same to me and I’m confused,
So much more bad to say about this relationship,
…Burst into cry, tears eroded…..
Copyright © Mulaudzi Ndifelani Eric | Year Posted 2015
May 27, 2010
Bless it be Thee!
Bless it be Thee!
Truly, I love you.
My whole my new.
My heart your key!
Loose lips and free.
Realistically, I knew!
You are far and few.
I can justly let it be.
You know, it is Gemini’s Full Moon tonight,
The Universe is waking up figuring us all out.
Point me out as a random beam of Moonlight,
I am engulfing and enriching charts in route.
Swiftly suited, I stand in my place!
Bless it be it to Thee! A closed case!
®Registered: Ann Rich 2010
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010
On the wedding
The Bishop co-ordinating
Called in the groom
Only awaiting the bride
Hymns going up in the air
Half hour passed
And yet she is unarrived
"What is delaying you?"
The groom yelled at the Bishop
"Your bride isn't here"
With a dimple from the groom's cheek
Loke side way at his bride
"He has long arrived
I am gay"
Copyright © Olorunsogo David | Year Posted 2013
Does my beloved soul mate still see me
When he glances down from heaven above
On our blue orb can he find a girl so wee
A young lass who hung on his every word
Can our future reunion he foresee
If I cry out his name, will I be heard
Our Earthly time, albeit far too short
Has carried me decades beyond his death
Will he still be my most chosen escort
In heaven’s grand dance floor where angels sing
As time passes, I still count every breath
Does he know I still wear his wedding ring
Can he hear my laughter and share my glee
Knowing he above others I preferred
Written March 23, 2014 for Craig’s contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014
Furiously giving into a man
is the worse thing that a woman can do
when she knows she's right. He will think he can
get away with anything. Telling you
he's the boss and makes the rules from now on.
Last time I checked women had their own mind
thoughts and opinions. They don’t need, "I'm gone,
because your not my sweet old mama" kind
of speech. They need you to admit your wrong,
and tell them no matter how hard you try
that you will never be right. Sing a song
if you have to, just don’t make your girl cry.
Just remember that when you think your right,
your not. The woman always wins the fight.
Copyright © Tiffany Cordova | Year Posted 2006
When you look at me.
When you look at me...I'm at total peace
all my troubles are gone have been released
When you look at me...I feel warm inside
I know with you my heart will forever reside.
When you look at me...my heart skips a beat
I know with your love I now am complete
When you look at me...my world turns around
with your undying love I went from lost to found.
When you look at me...with that smile on your face
I know you're heaven sent, God's loving embrace
When you look at me...I see forever in your eyes
eternity is not long enough as me you mesmerize.
When you look at me...it vanquishes all of my sorrows
I know with you I belong for ten thousand tomorrows.
John Derek Hamilton
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016
Checked the small view from hospital room I did
Doing this deed was just a simple thing
View top of trees but bottom half woods hid
Windows in building right, sun_ clouds mirroring
How many persons from car wreck slain
Thinking continues noise from hall distress
View draws me in_to outside once again
Are the crows high in nest now comfortless
Will my love whom on my bosom kept
Be kept safe_God will heal I am quite
Sure, even though now the time light has crept
The deciding factor will be tonight
At our home will he come once again to face
All the love and happiness in this place
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
I will tell of love in fourteen short lines
Remember when you chipped bone in kneecap
So much pain for you and me nothing fine
Knee pain for you for me nausea trap
You had surgery, nausea had me
One baby in arms another womb bound
When you came home, total care you no glee
Beside chamber nausea vomit round
Daily existence for weeks ugly trap
Baby, husband's care between nausea
Holding baby my only relief gap
Situation had me deep undersea
Love is deep when one gives beyond their strength
Giving beyond the call of duty is youngth
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
Baby you are my sensual desire and my dream come true.
Your kiss is wild; your touch makes my heart swoon.
Our bodies sway and connect upon the rise of the moon.
They dance wildly sending such pleasures to me and you.
You take me to the center of the universe without any clue.
Our glorious love is more magical then any orchestrated tune.
Navigations delight as we perform our sexual roles attune
Our lust captures the love we both share, they are many not few.
You my dear are the Goddess of my dreams and so much more.
I hold you closely and you remit to my desires of mortal flesh.
Our bond is mutual and all the Heavens open up for sure.
You take my destiny to a new height while renewing it fresh.
We are bound, captured, our carnal affections has become lore.
Voluptuous lover of mine lets continue while our souls mesh.
Sponsor frank herrera
Contest Name EROTICA
Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2011
"Home grown tomatoes, home grown tomatoes"
Whenever see them, my thoughts turn to you
Home grown potatoes, home grown potatoes
Whenever peel them, my thoughts turn so blue
"That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday"
Where freedom from mundane chores fade, fade
Like washing human made clothes come wash day
No more will life be feelings masquerade
"Where sunshine on my shoulder makes me happy"
Sunny day that I could just spend with you
Both free from pain we're no longer snappy
In the warm sunshine we our love renew
"In rocky catheral that reach to the sky"
"Let me kiss you,""Then close your eyes".
Stanza 1:"Home Grown Tomatoes"
Stanza 2: "Take Me Home, Country Roads"
Stanza 3: "Sunshine On My Shoulders"
Stanza 4: Line 1, "The Eagle And The Hawk"
Line 2, Two lines from:"Leaving, On A Jet Plane"
Inspired by Tracie's contest
"Sing A Song For Me"
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011
Silhouette in the doorway sent from above.
You, my delight, came to make this soul whole.
Love standing there amid dreams and foxglove.
Soft as a whisper, true love flooded life’s stroll.
Branch of hope’s olive, contentment of heart,
Innocent pretending began thoughts’ sweet impart.
Despair flew away on your wings my sweet dove.
Long forgotten desires returned with pure love.
Peace in my heart a new trust did cajole.
Oh banquet of emotions enrapturing surges,
Reason and reality lost in boundless control.
A brightness of self, flourishing emerges.
My greatest delight, dear, was falling for you.
Love tingles the pleasures of hearts, we two.
© June 16, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2011
Written in response to traveling west on a highway facing the sun setting behind dark gray clouds
Come ride into life's uncertain sunset
Where dark clouds may accumulate with dread
Sun's only peeking through mostly ordained
Giving life those moments when with wingspread
One soars in the presence of the Son's love
Feeling His voice tenderly saying come
Feast at my table of gifts tasty, Dove
Focus your eyes upon my beauty some
Ride to life's sunset whatever circumstance
It may present, hold my hand_understand
This is new ground for me_hope accrescence
In love of mankind for heading to promise land
Uncertain skies streaked with gray, sun at bay
Love can lift, sustain, ingrain us for day!
accrescence means growth, continous growth
Click on About This Poem
Sponsor: Michael Falotico
Contest:No Nams On This Love Contest
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012
Jiggling keys,he gave his crown a scratch
then took another look at his watch.
"You're gorgeous, now please get out!"
for the 10th time he cried out loud.
Out she emerged, breathtaking, as always,
dropping baubles, tottering in her Jimmy's,
Smile still smeared, they left that hour,
unaware of the timed out counter.
Tyres screeched as he sped,
"take it slow honey"she requested,
when, an unexpected brightness grew larger,
until black, and then, everything grew calmer.
With excruciating pain he awakened,
looking around called, "Lauren!"
the teary faces dropped and nodded,
"We're sorry" , they whispered..
Suddenly lifted by a whiff of heat,
all he could hear was his own heart beat.
limped out, made a futile attempt to find his dear,
and crashed with thoughts of future fear.
Shutting the door behind him,
reminiscing love, life, past with grim,
clouds of "what if" floating his self ,
whole world reduced into a tiny elf.
Moving on is most important at present,
Realizing a reason, he may not accept,
he still breathes, for that very reason,
And, taking care of himself will never be treason.
Copyright © Jovita George | Year Posted 2011
Feeling the thoughts that arise each passing day in life,
To be listened too, not to be chastised in given advice,
Wanting to be respected so real, not considered rife,
Affection daily, needing not much, desiring complete slice.
In love, I provide nurturing care when ailments occur.
In pain, I deliver daily chores wanting just sweet words.
In humor, I tell stories that may be enriched in a stir.
For these are feelings of my mind, not told for the birds.
I am not the only one belted in time by hormones alone.
However, my delivery of life challenges and stresses me.
I have intelligence, though many make me out, like a stone.
I have anger and strength, which I show in such deep degree.
I feel to be showed love, desire pleasantries from my other half.
I truly hate to be downtrodden, played as a joke in a laugh.
Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2010
Oh vow, thy love, eternally
A marriage filled with bliss.
Promise your heart beyond a kiss.
Together living strongly, we.
Sing out fulfillment rosy, dreamy.
Our royal goal, prince and princess –
Let not decisions be amiss.
Pledge now, forever-loyalty.
Let two hearts soar to merriment.
Embark with zest; set sights above.
Dwell in faith's arms, which heaven sent.
Let love rely on God…white dove.
My faithfulness shall not relent.
Please marry my eternal love.
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
My love for you rests gently,
with whispered words unspoken.
My words, poetic tokens,
I offer to you purely.
Within this letter, sweetly,
emotions have awoken,
that bind our souls unbroken,
with velvet bonds completely.
I sing with your every touch.
Yet, die, when it is you leave.
We joined as one, from the start,
the moment our lips did brush.
Forever I will believe,
we live in each others heart.
For the contest: Sentimental Love Letters
Hostess: Audrey Carey
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2010
I stood staring at the moon
I thought about a night so long ago
What happened I shall never know
It was over much too soon
When he walked into the room
My love for her inside did flow
What could I do my love to show
He smiled and she did swoon
What happend next how shall I tell
For is caused my heart begin to swell
Eternal love we did vow
Our life had just begun
That was then and this is now
I am me, one alone
Copyright © Linda Barr | Year Posted 2012
As last rose of summer opens wider
Night is drawing nigh, rose cutter in hand
The rose clipped in its best stage; placed in cider
Jar that was used up, cleaned_now it will stand
Jar of cider was enjoyed long ago
Remember that day on our honeymoon
You were so young with raven hair my beau
We found that road side stand that afternoon
Bought that jug of cider that was so cold
Refreshing after long ride around mountain
So eager for life that we would build_hold
Hold each other_life; wanting to obtain
I clip that rose_place in memory bottle
One memory revs my motor throttle
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010