Those eyes I fell in love with failed to see
the loneliness that grew each passing day.
Those lips that seemed to want me endlessly
fell silent as they pushed my heart away.
You seem to think that everything is fine,
and with a single glance from you, I’m weak.
It’s true, I miss the days when you were mine -
that feeling when you’d gently touch my cheek,
Those moments that we’d love into the night,
the way you’d pull me close; those things you'd do.
Your whispered words that left without a fight
still echo in the dreams I have of you.
But dare I fall again for all your charms,
for just another moment in your arms?
Copyright © Rebecca Teagan | Year Posted 2016
A lone moth flits around my front porch light
as wind blows through my window, luring me
to step outside into black velvet’s night.
I search the sky, but no moon can I see.
It seems it’s disappeared, just like my love.
The moaning wind plays havoc with my hair
as that old bulb sways crazily above.
In solitude, I simply stand and stare
at the fool insect! How can it not know
the falseness of the light that it’s drawn to?
fluorescent doom replaces moon’s sweet glow.
I know this well because in losing you
I lost love’s gleam; I lost my everything,
and still that silly moth is fluttering. . .
written 11/6/2014 and won first place in Best Sad Poem EVER of Laura Loo. Now used for Your Best Poem From Any of Laura Loo's Contests
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
Like violets were her eyes when first I spied
the lady with a sweet child’s face who peeked
at me from bushes that she stood beside,
alluring Lilah, beaming, apple-cheeked!
And so it was that more and more I found
myself among the lilacs in that place
where first we’d met, that I might hear the sound
of Lilah’s laugh and glimpse her angel’s face.
On fragrant garden paths we knew the thrill
of blossoming affection. Poetry
was time we spent! But when my love fell ill,
the autumn of our bliss was not to be. . .
I visit Lilah now where she’s at rest
nearby the lilac blooms she liked the best.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
Goodbye my beloved, guess this is the end,
too much has happened for our hearts to mend.
Since, I became a victim of your wrath,
my soul still ventures upon sorrows path.
I searched within the corridors of your heart,
to find in your performance, I play no part.
Forgive me, for no longer I shall follow,
seeing that your heart has become so hollow.
Words lost in silence, mean we don't exist,
now my lonely heart must learn to subsist.
Your emotions change with each new season,
that explains why you left without a reason.
Oh lovers, remember those who light the lamp,
are also the ones to douse it like a scamp!
28 December 2016
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016
If e're we could move that mountain from between thee and me,
where would be lament or reason to grieve?
How remove the hollow from the tree, or shore from the sea?
What left would there be?
What if ere the beam lost it's moon.
Or lovely Autumn raiment lost it's tree? What then would it be?
Can one sow the seed without the land?
Would this be what Powers planned?
The grief, the longing, oh, the heartfelt gaze,
The strife the loneliness, but a soulful phase.
A mountain surmountable, a hollow fulfilled,
A sea able to be, a beam again spilled.
A stage again for raiment,... a fertile valley for seed.
Our love could not be boundless without the bonds of these.
Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2010
I stand here by the lakeshore, and I smell
fresh honeysuckle as I kiss the rain.
A memory that I cannot curtail
wafts bitter sweetly to me, and again
it’s May. . . the night you came to me by moonlight.
The air was permeated by perfume
from blossoms colored innocently white.
But now it’s summer; yellow is each bloom.
When plump upon the vines, sweet berries, red,
will be swooped up by birds and carried away.
I stoop to touch a stem. How soon has fled
my flowered youth, and now this day chilled grey,
I bow in downpour like the vines bent low
while raindrops turn to tears and - glistening - flow.
For the Contest of Gail Doyle
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
Now that your spirit hovers in chilling night air
Can you find your way to offer me some insight
So many times I pledged my love to show I care
But your lack of response trepidation would ignite
If I could hold you once more, would you tell me now
Would you utter the words I longed so much to hear
Instead of leaving me hanging from love’s frail bough
You’ve passed from earth, but in my dreams you reappear
I see your lips moving and long to comprehend
Words that silently escape into the vast void
I reach for them and your death I try to transcend
Expressions in life that you never employed
Our hearts had been broken countless times before
Your actions showed love, but the words I needed more
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010
The day I left Madrid, I waved goodbye
to someone dear to me. I still can see
his dark brown eyes that could not tell a lie,
those same eyes I’d beheld so tenderly
each day when he would show up at my door.
Where is my friend Eduardo, whom I left
behind so long ago and never more
would see again? I know he was bereft
from letters that he sent, and I replied
that we would meet again. I could not know
how wrong I was or if he ever cried
for me. How easily I let him go!
How innocent and beautiful was he!
Unbearable the beauty of my memory.
For the Soulful Words Poetry Contest of Kim Morrison
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
Beneath the sunlit sky I see your face,
and in that moment you reveal your touch-
I feel the way you’ve mastered your embrace,
and through the night your passion is as such.
Above the twilit moon I need your kiss,
I beg of you to keep my secret safe-
For when away your fondness I do miss,
and as we said we need our tender faith.
The way the spark is lit beneath the sheets,
reveals the gentle ways you swiftly trace
my body like a sketch down to my feet,
for in your arms is where I leave my lace.
Before the Lord made man you loved me so-
But now it’s time for me to let you go.
October 21, 2016
Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016
We Walked The Night Sands, Moon Shining Down
Walking the white sands by the windy sea
Lost in my deep thoughts of love, you and me
Nights in private, locked in long held embrace
In hearts glow, our most cherished hidden place
I walked flowing hills, where we once danced
Waded flowering meadows, where we romanced
Sun and blue sky both reminded me of you
If only, once again blessed, we could do
We journeyed into Nature and love's bliss
O' how that time, I now so sorely miss
We lost our way, coming storm tore us apart
I could not forgive, when you broke my heart
We walked the night sands, moon shining down
I still see you, in your white flowing gown
June 11th, 1975
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
Life has become a monotonous task
Still I am haunted by ghosts from the past
Great pretender - you only see the mask
Memories linger-how long will they last?
Traumatic pain results in constant fears
I show no emotion nor do I dwell
Society mocks the man who sheds tears
because of this, I shelter in a shell
This heart of mine has mutated to stone
It wont love again it cannot be cured
I'm content in solitude - all alone
All faith is lost, nothing can be restored
Life is just an artificial substance
My existence is of no importance
The Silent One
7 October 2015
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015
I shall nay know all the wonders - you hold
For all too soon the winds of winter blow
Scarlet petals withering in the snow
How cruel the breath that kills the velvet rose
Tears - that canst’ bear the thought of letting go
Forever frozen in this empty soul
A broken heart forever turned to stone
A broken stem left now to stand alone
Alas! I find that life is bitter-sweet
As I stand holding only memories
Of a rose blooming in the summer breeze
Here beneath this old weeping willow tree
Once I held the sweetest rose - ever born
Now – in my grief – I hold the bitter thorn.
Author: Elaine George
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2009
Before the days when man first sinned
Angels traveled upon the wind
Everything magic shone in the night
Fairies fluttered, wings shining bright
Eve was perfect with long flowing hair
Sensuous body, delightfuly bare
Adam's body strong, he was a sight
They played by day and made love at night
Everything perfect, living in the trees
Yet trouble called upon a gentle breeze
The serpent said taste, this fruit so grand
Eve so entranced, she ate from his hand
She saved fruit for Adam, he took a bite
The garden went dark, no more magic light
A sonnet in The Wind Contest.
Written September 9th, 2013
Sponsored by: Poetess Darkly
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013
SONNET – END OF LIFE
Fore'er without the pain, always apart,
As now with absent cast of yearning eyes.
Time's lonely quest to heal a wounded heart,
With destined end, to ash returns my rise.
My life ordained to doom in outcast fate,
The zeal of joy turned into woeful lies,
Confused a life in prime to dust abates
Defeats compassion past the silent cries.
From dreams of love to useless life so bare,
Bereft attempts turned into grave desire.
No longer will remains, alone despair,
In end of all that was, of purging fire.
A lonely heart deceased in frozen cold,
No breath remains of ornament once gold.
Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015
SONNET – LOVE’S CHAINS
Behold loves woes, unable to resist
temptations of an alluring affair.
Love’s eternity hidden by the mist,
of hazy tears and shadows of despair.
Like a serpents bite the rejection stung,
caught unaware in delight of passion,
eager to pursue wistful love still young
blooming romance, too soon out of fashion.
With smiles gone by leaving an empty space,
dreary days, teary sighs and lonely nights,
passion’s desire lost, left without a trace,
darkened with visions of saddening sights.
With love’s eternity lost, what remains?
Sullen existence bounded by love’s chains.
Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015
In A Darkened Attic Room
In attic room, one window tightly shut,
Dwells broken heart hidden from future pain.
Bare as a savage brute's empty hut-
Condemned to no hope, no future, no gain.
Where rests such perilous fear darkness reigns;-
Shattered dreams give rise to dark illusions.
Hope rejected brings on its most wicked stains,
Evil held, births its blackest conclusions.
Grown in decay until nothing remains,
Yet sad hope is better than none at all.
True love waits the bliss it always contains,
Treasures gifted, one only has to call.
If one ray of love's light but filters in
Love brings life and its promises again.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-30-2016
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 18 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 103
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
Lost in a world of poetry am I
Secluded in the lines of love sublime
I shut myself to pain, oh how I try
To live vicarious through every rhyme
In this my world there is no grief or pain
And I can be enchantress to a dream
I dance around the words till moon does wane
Then let word sunbeams plunge my heart in streams
I care not what the world thinks of my state
A love sick fool I am drunk on this wine
To read of love, my heart can hardly wait
Each line, a lover, come with me to dine
I am enslaved to poetry, it’s true
My heart, it sings when I read lines from you
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015
Upon the pier of restless shore
she scans across the endless swell,
to end pain’s woe just like before...
her necklace breaks, in chilled farewell.
On edge of evening,clockwork races
with hope to drown in circling waves.
No more a chance to hold stars’ graces,
a wish tangled in child’s tomb, engraved.
Big dipper heeds her whimper, faint
as dazzling light soaks in deep sea.
Her infant harks ,” Mom, be restrained;
I'm here with you, through love’s glory.”
By questioning the bleak of days
her truth alights, as heart obeys.
Surviving after Suicide Attempts Contest
Sponsor: Anne Currin
by nette onclaud
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2013
I dream of a place where dancers embrace,
Waltzing together incipient lights,
Music transposed echoed heavenly grace,
Accompanies first harmonious nights;
I dream of lilacs and lavender mist,
Adrift susurrus shoreline’s infinite breeze,
Flowing compassion through time reminisced,
That journeys taken be traveled with ease:
I dream of a whisper remembered well,
Spoken in honeydew’s gentle caress,
Promising lovers when broken-hearts swell,
Friendship would mean there’s always forgiveness.
I dream of a dream where happiness numbs,
That dreams of a place where yesterday comes.
Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2016
A weeping willow stands upon the hill
as if a sentry watching o'er the land.
I wonder, does the weeper understand
why life at times doles out a bitter pill?
Yea, as I lie in midst of autumn's chill
I ponder over God's great master plan.
The destiny of sinful mortal man-
ill-fated by misuse of his free will.
How else might this man hope to e'er explain
true love that ends before it has begun?
I dared beseech Him, wond'ring what He'd say-
before my answer came it chanced to rain.
I rose and cursed the spiteful absent sun,
for in this field of lavender love lays.
Copyright © The Seeker | Year Posted 2016
"Last Sigh of Goodbye"
charming candlelight lost radiant glaze
emotions vanished into twilight dust
broken pieces of heart swallowed in maze
as passionate masquerade died in lust.
fleeting embers of deceit bid adieu'
one last sigh of goodbye stole life's faint breath
a love letter spoke words of love untrue
in painful fond farewell eyes closed in death.
beyond dark grave lies loneliness and tears
'tis better to have loved and lost in life
yet ultimate betrayal spirit sears
impaling soul with wounds deep thrust of knife.
painted finale' carved in canvas cries
caressing love in bouquets of goodbyes.
*For Harry Horsman's Goodbye Contest.
*Nov. 15, 2012.
Copyright © Linda-Marie SweetHeart | Year Posted 2012
Upon a deep blue rose, a scented song,
so delicate of harmony and sweet;
a melody, whose strains of love replete
I mused upon. To whom could it belong?
To claim such ballad ought have felt so wrong,
but I could ne’er its memory delete;
each note an echo in my own heart’s beat,
alluring me to drift and sing along.
Though how I wish I’d never found the rose
whose music stirred a restlessness in me;
where love once blossomed only sorrow grows
from searching for a love that cannot be,
and timelessly a tear-blue river flows
through heartache’s vale to discontentment’s sea.
Copyright © Sharon Tideswell | Year Posted 2010
Ice crystals form on a once dusty road
Taillights shining brightly amongst the smoke
The old tall oak bruised but still standing strong
A pickled blackened heart no longer broke
If I were gone tomorrow would she care
Remembering that I was always there
Standing by her side through thick and thin
My everlasting love would never disappear
That distant night she wouldn't believe
My heart was pounding loudly for her
Stabbing those stilettos deep into my heart
Walking out, nevermore would my spirit stir
No amount of liquor could mask the pain
Finally, a dead heart will beat again
**Inspired by Nathan D's Junkie Heaven poem and a few late night texts from a friend drinking at a bar**
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015
She was a Capulet and he a Montague
Yet the moment their eyes locked, such great passion grew
Scaled her balcony, professions of love to croon
Juliet warned, “Swear not by the inconstant moon”
Forced to elope because of a family feud
Hidden love’s revelation they had to elude
When Romeo’s friend Mercutio, Tybalt slew
Romeo killed Tybalt and from their town withdrew
Her father sought to wed Juliet to a Count
The friar gave her a potion, a small amount
Upon finding Juliet seemingly lifeless
Parents placed her in a tomb in funeral dress
The plan went awry and both lovers met their fate
Tragedy born when love did not overcome hate
June 9, 2011
Written for Brian's "Up to Thee Max 14 Lines" contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
Shall I compare thee to your mother's arse?
Thou aren’t more lovely, but more flatulent.
Rough winds do shake it; and bring on a farce
And all her clothes hath all too short a rent
Sometime too hot-headed of hell doth burn,
And often is the true nature exposed;
And every foul from fowl; my stomach churns,
By reason, or by nature's raging closed.
But thy infernal diet shall ne’er start
Nor gain possession of which now I grasp;
Nor shall we meet again; let’s stay apart,
When in eternal sounds the voice does rasp,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can cry,
So long lives this, and I bid thee goodbye.
Copyright © Flippant She-Creature | Year Posted 2012
SONNET – NO ESCAPE
The freedom of life’s end without escape,
no place to elude the pain of despair.
So close was the notion of a black cape,
darkness to cover existence unfair.
The pain of love far more than life itself,
to bear in hapless sorrow of regret.
Lost in the false sense of my darkest self
tainted minds morbid reflection‘s beset.
Dejected self with mindless thoughts adrift;
no lease of life to feel the next morrow.
I was chosen to live by nature‘s gift
and find freedom from the fear of sorrow.
Restrained by realities painful wrath,
a search begins to find life’s righteous path.
Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016
Go now, turn the photo albums pages.
You often smile at happy memories.
Let the images rekindle the stages,
Never lost, love..within my heart's reverie.
Would that we could return to bygone days.
I would do anything to turn that page.
Love know, my thoughts of us set nights ablaze.
Past passion, left my broken heart engaged.
The years are long, and still, the pages turn.
Relive those brighter memories and come.
Could the ever after be, oh I yearn ..
We each can see the love in our album.
Only you, it is yours, my broken heart,
If you wish a Valentine take the dart.
*Key to message: Read the bolded first words
of each line from the bottom up.
If only We Could Relive The Past Love, I Would Never Let You Go
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013
To quiver in darkness, lost love to blame.
To build a tighter web to bind your heart.
Troubled by reason, your soul to reclaim.
To hide with the shadows, broken apart.
To cover yourself from pain and sorrow,
And flee from life, safe in darkness found.
Inside the dark, will be no tomorrow.
This despair you cling to, a chosen ground.
A broken heart becomes your domain,
Will always keep you from love's encroach.
It brings you comfort this dark thirsty pain,
A cold poisonous drink love will not approach.
A slow death alone, as your tears begin.
You hope love will find you worthy again.
date written 10/14/15
For the contest Trashed 4 sponsor Broken Wings
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2015
Because of eyes as warm as honey, I
was melting, but the love I first believed
was shown me in his gaze was but a lie.
He uttered not a word; I was deceived!
He leaned in for that first romantic kiss.
I melted more; my heart did somersaults.
How easily that man could bring me bliss.
But I would learn his luscious lips were false!
His gorgeous body, hard, pressed into me.
I felt his fingers softly touch my skin.
I totally dissolved! How cleverly
he’d worked unspoken lies on me again!
That young man with his beautiful brown eyes
at last destroyed me with his beautiful lies.
English Sonnet written 12/14/12 (late at night as most of my sonnets are!)
for the Beautiful Lies Poetry Contest of craig cornish and now for PD's
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
SCROLL OF LIFE
Although the light long ago faded from my youth
Clarity of my memories tell one; go home,
If only to find the innocence and the truth
From whence I travelled this world, like a gypsy roam.
When the scroll misconstrued paths collide in the night
Unprepared for the dawning the golden sunrise,
Horizon awakened one of emerald bright
Freeways of poetry and words woven without guise.
The misunderstanding of the unrolling scroll
Gave one measure to digest the loss; the delay,
In sands of time ribald an everlasting toll
The scroll we have a new understanding this day.
The gypsy has finally found himself a home
Through emerald eyes seeing his sunrise; not alone.
© Harry J Horsman & Mandy M Tams 2014
Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2014